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i like to call it beauty.

I would like to call it beauty.

Holly Golightly
: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

(...)
Holly Golightly : Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a c ab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad Could Happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - Then I'd buy Some furniture and Give the cat a name!

Sometimes I feel like that too.

But Tiffany's is far, five hundred miles away from home. And five hundred miles are too many to simply catch a taxi and plants there.

So I had to think of another way to make me feel better.

While looking for a place where you feel like jewelry blue boxes with white ribbons Auditors me di ta of that beauty-of packages, diamonds , precious stones, is also here.

In heaven, in the mirror, in magazines.

Beauty is in the moon, waxing and waning every night of the month.

's in these cookies that your grandmother used to do. The churro hot chocolate drenched Epiphany.

Perhaps those desserts so beautiful that only you can imagine but have not ever tasted.

Beauty find it, always, always, in the words of Neruda.

Or maybe in Becquer, if today you feel cheesy.

Beauty is innocence. In the innocent pleasures.

In those pleasures that you enjoyed as a child. Share your favorite ice cream, stain your uncle's nose with cream.

Discover the rainbow in the clouds. And smile like a child. Touch the name that represents both a bowling form in your closet. Touch the red soles of shoes.

The early awakenings, raucous laughter, strawberry smoothies with whipped cream.

The smell of your favorite perfume. The smell of your mother. Ballet steps that you can not stop repeating in your mind and your feet constantly practice.

Turn the pages of Vogue. And see an image, a dress, a gorgeous model ... and let the beauty-or the illusion of one day being part of the list of names to create these pages you have in your hands, you steal a tear.

And get ten, maybe twenty years later, those links you hated when you were little.

The first rays of morning sun, your favorite part of the house.

Come on, everyone knows that there is a huge financial crisis. We're all going to die some day, perhaps the world will end in two thousand twelve.

do not enjoy it one day a year, all your life "?

Put some of Haydn, Brahms and Bach perhaps the speaker. Take a few macaroons, cake your grandmother, these dessert you dream ... whatever!

Buy a nice pajamas, cuddle on the couch and ... I do not know! Be happy!

And if all this is not enough, look in the mirror. The big and tall that lets you see up and down.

Because beauty is there too.

Un beso, … bonito!

Bi.

Sometimes I feel that way too.

But Tiffany’s happens to be too far to just grab a taxi and go there (it is actually 500km away from here). So I have figured out another way of making me feel better.

And while looking for a place to make me feel like Tiffany’s I realized beauty is everywhere.

Beauty is in the mirror, in the sky, in the magazines.

Beauty is the moon getting bigger and disappearing again every month.

You can find it in those strawberry tartalettes your grandma used to make. (or those delicious desserts you just dream with, although nobody in your family have never cooked).

You find it, always, in some Neruda’s words.

Or maybe in Becquer’s ,if you are feeling corny.

Childs are BEAUTIFUL.

And feeling like one is beautiful too. Either it’s watching 101 dalmatiens all over again. Or when you smile like a little girl when you discover the rainbow in the sky.

Waking ups, loud laughs, sharing and ice-cream.

Going through pages of Vogue. And see one picture, one dress, one beautiful model… and let the beauty –or the wish to be part someday of the list of names that make that magazine possible- steal you a tear.

Wearing, ten, perhaps twenty, years later, those ribbons you used to hate when you were five.

That early sun in the mornings, your favourite corner in the house.

Comme on!

We all know there’s a huge financial crisis. We are all going to die some day and maybe the world ends in October, 2012.

Why don’t you just enjoy yourself for a day –a year, your whole life!- put on some Haydn –stay away from Chopin, it always makes me cry!- or maybe Brahms. Have some macarons, strawberries, those desserts you dream of… whatever! Buy a nice pyjamas, stay cozy in your couch, and just… you know… let yourself be happy.

And if all this is not enough. Look at the mirror. The head to toe one.

Because There is beauty too.