"Every true creative work is not in fact the work of man only. The exercise of any art or craft of the heart. " CG Jung. The nacre (also known as mother of pearl) is an organic substance, inorganic, and consolidated it hard, white Argentina, bright, iridescent or iridescent. Substances that form the inner layer of the shell of many mollusks. By which, as many of these mollusks secrete significantly to repair their damaged shells or to cover certain objects within them, a mechanism that is used by collectors of pearls, to administer certain molluscs some parts inside who can cover the shell, making pearls pearly or other valuables. The shells that provide the most beautiful mirror mother of pearl is haliótidas, the nautilus, the pintadinas among others. The nacre is employed in works of marquetry, fine woodwork, jewelry and decorate fans, buttons, tabs, etc. . Holaaaaaaaaaaaa! What's up? I arrive home late to the party. Too bad! I had a princess dress without a throne but with built-red sports (hehe, it's little joke) . . From apoquito I'm catching up with you all. I tell you the days in Buenos Aires were very hot and very complicated and do not tell enough to see them all, let alone the tail had to do at the embassy, ??but the important thing is that thank God everything worked out as we expected (taking all these studies ha!). beautiful post, I hope that you find yourself very well together with your loved ones, I send a big kiss and have a good weekend . . !. My grandmother and then my mother, a bride on her wedding day should not wear the dress or accessories pearls, it is a symbol that cry a lot if you do. Is it true? . . They say it took them. I took two earrings, even though my mother told me . . hehe. They are never wrong. . . There was once a flower, a stone, a crystal, a queen, a king, a palace, a lover and his beloved, somewhere, a long, long time, on an island in the ocean, five thousand years. . when a window closes, another opens: but there are times when we were looking at a long closed blinds us all others who themselves are open to us. Everything ebbs and flows, everything has its periods of advance and retreat, everything rises and falls, everything moves like a pendulum, the measure of the swing to the right is the same as that of the swing to the left, the rhythm is compensation. "As history shows us in countless ways, the most beautiful truth is useless if it has become more intimate experience of the individual. Every single answer, 'clear', remains stalled in the brain and enters only in cases very rare to the heart. urges us not 'know' the truth, but 'experience'. The urgent need is to have an intellectual conception, but to find the path to inner experience, non-rational and, perhaps, inarticulate words. "Carl G. Jung. . . .