Budget Av Receiver 2010

After the aroma of "Valentina."





The other night I watched the movie "Valentina" in the first chain of RTVE. I had seen in his day and kept a very good memory. That child, Huey Sanz, so cute, now as an adult, middle-aged and it is not the same, everything has changed. Do you?
It remains clear that nothing, everything changes and evolves, it is precisely the process of life. However, our perception is that we are the same person, we keep the same name and the same number of identity and feel as eternally present through all our stages of development. Nothing new.


The first part of autobiographical work of Ramon J. Sender, Chronicles of Alba, was filmed under the name "Valentina." The story is well known: a first childhood sweetheart under the 1919 Catalan society where prejudice and ways to rule it. Then in the second part discontent, political and social struggle will make their appearance, but this is another story.





When I saw "Valentina" for the first time should be between thirty and quarantine. I was impressed, touched me. I wish that all had gone well, as in many of the films we sell.
After more than twenty years, seeing her again, I felt a great tenderness, great pain and I really think if the first love is the best, or on the contrary, it is the latter.
Romantics always abound for the first, the most practical for that in which they are immersed in that time, if any, that is, the last.
To answer this question, I did a check of all the past loves of my life, since there was no question of going out to make a statistic, and the current emotional situation in which I dipped his memory. I reached the following conclusions.


iterative May the memory of first love is probably directly proportional to the level of loneliness that we feel with the current, or its absence.
For women, probably for cultural reasons, tend to "sin" of sentimental and girls within us would like to return to repeat the circumstances, even to mimic the pain they caused any disruption. Perhaps that is why so much has been written in the past romance.
that men tend to "remember" otherwise I would not know well defined, nor do I pretend but I know that with enough nuances.

below the post title assaulted my neurons. Sense of belonging: in principle belonging to ourselves and our roots, our memories. This surely is the unitive substrate of personality, combined with a process of absorption by the cultural environment in the best.
All which corresponds to the first area is often the most delicate, tender, bright in our lives, just as children and youth under the stage more "new, innocent, inexperienced" of our body. It will therefore usually be kept with the utmost care for most people, except in cases of traumatic experiences during the first phase of life.
After some pondering, I concluded that we humans only exists one love, that we project onto the others after the psychological moment in which we are, and we project more or less successful, on the people around us whom we can feel more related, albeit temporarily. In the end we may disappoint because they meet our expectations, we unconsciously projected onto them, and only perceive our own shadow, or hopefully just the opposite, ie pleasantly surprised when one thought he had thrown the towel.

I also wondered how it is that there are people who repeat the same pattern matching and yet others apparently diametrically opposed personalities chosen. For this, the hotshot of the moment that haunts me sometimes, also has answers. First, that the person in question is "FIXED", not necessarily constant, and remain "fixed" on an idea for good, evil or regular.

Other however are "mutable", that is all that is certain is that change for good, evil and regular. These people still remaining in their sameness seem different people along the different stages of their lives. The experiences of the same affect them hasta el punto de necesitar cambiar de patrones internos, y por ello las parejas de las que se enamoran reflejan su proceso de cambio bien sea evolutivo o involutivo, pero nunca estanco.

Tras un "análisis tan exhaustivo e inmisericorde" de la más bella de las emociones en nuestro planeta me pregunto ¿y cual es la emoción que ocultan tantas palabritas?  ¿No podrías haberlas obviado y haber ido derecha al grano?

Y la respuesta es NO. Me cuesta mucho expresar emociones desnudas si no van envueltas en su respectiva toga de frases, de palabras, de razonamientos, porque otherwise I would drown, I would burn or sink and need to keep me dry land to smile at life. But as I wrote at the time, will now try to convey the emotion that made me write this string of little words, if it were possible for me.

This time there has been too difficult. There.