apocryphal texts were and always will. Discussion will be eternal whether the officers were taxes and the genuine and apocryphal censored or, conversely, were the legitimate officers in which supposedly inspired apocryphal, but it was a bad copy or a tempting transgression. Perhaps they were simultaneous, random cosmic coincidence or vain: a competition between two creative where we always are compelled an Amadeus and Salieri.
Without wishing to deal today from this universality of the apocryphal, I dwell in the Apocrypha vernacular in those constantly swarming around us, in the mistaken assumptions that statements, questions with answers and expressions of desire demands. To be more precise, I embody, but not nominalized adjectives, our domestic apocryphal: psudoperiodistas, "bloggers miscellaneous (let me opt out, you'll see why), opinólogos, communicators, other Olog, many of them in the process of obtaining his degree in that regard.
These doers of the apocrifogénesis not hesitate to turn any hall into a rumor of revealed truth to any limitations on its excesses, in an attack on freedom of expression to any mail in a note to publish, in any event with phrases such casual almost compromise, or to break the silence, in an interview. This includes, of course, that they write. Not respected, at least its essence of words for which they are born with the wind, but, quite the opposite: try to capture in graphs with a safe search for eternity transcendental or a superb claim of exclusivity, which is achieved precisely because lies can make up to total oneness. In these monologues, disguising dangerously polyphony, we often fall as victims some naive, believing that the private worldview as opposed to the public is equally clear to everyone. We regret to see that it is for one but not for them.
Towards these invasions of privacy we show for the simple fact of having to fill two columns because they dropped a poster, or because the political promise of collecting had stayed on the road, and therefore, his request is no longer justified. So, friends like these usurpers of informalities we printed and sealed up for us what is uncertain, and which we never asked if we wanted certainty. It is well, friends who type in their assumptions and to adjudicárnoslas encomillan. Thus, friends, engulf even the "Bonsdias" to feel, for a while, the fourth estate. Thus, peers, I derive that they are one thing, and I am different: I'm still a human being.
why I said at the outset that the group of the "bloggers miscellaneous exclude myself. I stand among bloggers with soul, which makes this cyberspace a place where just putting your own words or those who have cherished desire cumpas publish gross.
Prof. Graciela M. Gutiérrez
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