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Keep smiling ...

Without compassion we are nothing but flesh in my eyes and tongue ... to speak, with ears ... to listen, to think with a brain ... with heart ... to love ... but, without a soul ... to really mourn. We do not need freedom, we need to laugh ... because that helps us be free men and women, if we do not smile at every new day again the little death of sleep and pain to bed so alone with ourselves ... but we share with another bed-linen. Life going too fast wrapping of apparent truths, that seem important ... when the important thing is staring ... the shadows of my furry friend blind, half-time coffee warms your inner restlessness ... does it matter that the concepts retype lost in some odd hundreds of bits of memory! ... in a blog, on the ocean cyber ... What transcends is that I am a free man smiling ... and a very little I care if my name philosophize and say I'm a slave to a pronoun or an adverb ... continue smiling. As I will continue to walk among friends and strangers who pass ... looking at the sky, looking for familiar shapes in the clouds of a beautiful evening walk cycle ... I'm here because I want to be, who want to be. With you ... and with them. At that ... I sent a smile. And you think this is corny (or message decode it incomprehensible ...) I feel sorry for him or her, so busy in defining the things that really concern us and belong.
enjoy listening to the Dalai Lama ... especially, taking his gentle smile as she talks with that cadence quiet ... as I delight in listening to people disoriented and anxious at the supermarket checkout queue. Looking around in fear, and yet ... waiting impatiently for someone to brew them to speak up and talk with other aggrieved. This is without doubt ... a perfect world, full of bright colors that seemingly go unnoticed ... like those little yellow flowers in the pot of nasty neighbor across the street, as night falls. (Herding his banner with the laundry cleaner) and always ... there is an old plastic ball and longing in the yard I apetecería kick at goal from the corner ... (A space ... for a homespun nirvana) Suddenly without understanding it very well ... a while now, I love the little things ... Tripping over an old movie in a new television channel. Imagine how it will be that different shades of Nassau on a Saturday morning in rain and reflection. Eat half a tomato with salt and olive oil. Contemplating this moment absolutely wonderful it begins to rain in the street and the mediocrity of an afternoon of boredom ... Things that make me laugh. Like watching a black and white stray cat challenge me to a duel of eyes in the middle of the sidewalk, when I passed him ... or stepped on, fuck a mutt pedigree whatever his master decided to leave a gift for me side. And never stop smiling ... (for those unable to do so) but look like an idiot ... or, is who you want to define as such, judging from a coma ... or become a smiley. (A brief pause)

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AID FOR LORCA

WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN LORCA shows us how vulnerable we are, and we approach a reality that one way or another almost daily PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD, we tend to think that accidents happen to OTHER, earthquakes, FIRE HAPPEN FAR FROM HERE. And when it happens so close, makes you wake up.


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INFORMATION IMPORTANT:
WAYS TO HELP THE VICTIMS:


1. REVENUE BY MONEY TO HELP THE VICTIMS, EURO EACH ACCOUNT HOLDER

...: Fundacion Caja Murcia

SUBJECT: Lorca

helps ACCOUNT NUMBER: 204300 903 020 070 073 02

Fundación Caja Murcia has just confirmed in Fb the account number mentioned above in the event and that is a good way to work for we are far from Lorca.

http://www.facebook.com/FundacionCajamu ... 7831627416


2. By sending clothes or food

Lorca Francisco Mayor Jordan asks for water, blankets, mattresses and everything possible ... People of the region or nearby, SOS EARTHQUAKE LORCA.

clothing, mattresses, blankets, food, water and everything you might need, it must be taken to the headquarters of the Red Cross or local authorities of our respective cities

3. ADDING TO ALL YOUR CONTACTS TO THIS EVENT, THIS EVENT SHOULD GET IT FASTER MAY ALL OF SPAIN, THE HELP IS NEEDED AND URGENT AND MANY PEOPLE THERE THAT CAN HELP.
To inquire about relatives and acquaintances:

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There are two areas I must have a free mind ... and freedom: One, is to be critical in nature, and the other ... is trying to be fair. I've seen what I've seen ... and I have glimpsed is perverted ... swallowed up in advance. (They are school assemblies ... with wolves around, but disguised as media ... instead of lamb) The absurdity of the dignity no longer an eyesore, and is adorned with rhetoric of boredom ... (A pimple on the ass of power, what it is ... not a pandemic potentially lethal) but, when ideas are conspicuous by their absence heterogenia ... (without paternalism or bells) and a circus there is fierce, there must be clowns and clowns ... sad of those who draw a tear on his face.
And here I am afraid ... no mere "lions" ... at the gates of the courts, there are "paper tigers, trapeze artists," tightrope "(of what we do" miracles "at end of month) acrobats ... and, to a bearded lady in blue ... painted by Picasso. Instead, the end ... and although affordable zero desire to change the world has all that more than a dreamer can imagine, realistic projects ... what we are. (Cats meowing ... asking for food and looking towards the future) And I speak of manifests, more or less ... if not touching incident procedures basic minimum rules ... to play "equals" with fellow gamblers far west politically and financially. (If possible, neat and shiny ... not that old axiom of childish of reforming the electoral law that already smells york expired ... or at least ... I aspire ... to something with meaning and hope ... for good) Because the truth ... when they speak in the rain romantic theorists, contradicting ... that this is a non-political movement, it gives me the giggles ... (and a rush of temporary stupidity it takes me to check) and everything has to view all ...
Damn!, which are already sufficiently interconnected and disgusted with the trash and "filthy" ... (the latter reference the right most embarrassing to the intelligence and sensitivity to human ... with those manifested in the Puerta del Sol) shameless as they say now Fabra supporting real democracy and ... to find dress by foot as we were dictates official Mandanga ... (with the nerve to ask Zapatero not the angry refrain) and "co-informal" call it "anti-Junta Central Electoral" . Dad State as Moses ... changing dirty diapers, its people ungrateful ... that roams the desert full of reasons however ... aimlessly. Truth, Grandma!. At least now, the problem is ... on the table.

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A little excitement ...

A little excitement at last, in this morass of yeses plebiscite half in a coma. The movement has caught 15 M were public authorities and politicians to step changed, and although I very much agree with them ... I like that, it begins to remind me a sexy dancer practicing Egyptian belly dancing is a same time enigmatic and hypnotic. The provincial election board prohibits ... (in a blatant attack on freedom of expression of citizens ... no, of matches) the police intimidation (which for that ... "they are sent) and the right most antiquated real Democracy is behind a conspiracy ... and left more sinister. And Esperanza Aguirre - in the meantime, without a muzzle or electronic bracelet ... to know where their few neurons are scattered, he asks, because these people are in G and not in La Moncloa ... it is very simple, because they feel like it!. As far as we are going to hear shit with this issue that blew up the truth promises thrills and move ... what was becoming tedious ad nauseum: The electoral campaign. And, what is paranoid, is the definition of illustrious and effervescent "movement" by the group of systematic disinformation and faithful guardian of morality and decency ... (bulls and westerns mid-afternoon) called Telemadrid, and other halters that rammed ... and that those who qualify manifest as a camping outraged that veto in their assemblies to the media. (To your pens jarfia of smug, of course) One of them even said that "these kids are shouting their slogans and do not go ... that recess is over ..." ... What a clown!. And meanwhile, UP and D ... saying that his proposals are the real-Democracy movement ... and the President of CAM, presenting with Vargas Llosa's passion for freedom (for freedom!) has written the foreword ... touching!. The revolution has not started yet ... but in this party of "anti-teen" of freeloaders deceived by socialism, as would any carca nineteenth century, anything is possible from now.
What if this keeps up beyond Sunday?. What they alleged in their statements of love "sincere" and adherence to this circus fatuous political protest as the Chaconne ... who listens and understands ... or at least try to do?. (In my I loved that sign of much chorizo \u200b\u200b... and little bread ... but I am afraid that here under the pavement is not the ... if not, to reclassify land) is to pee, and do not take drop ... those who want to scream, keep doing it in peace ... but how many more will get in the car from now ... who do not know what it's like 600 euros per month or are simply privileged?. Actually, if you look coldly ... this quake has some exciting color accents. Why there who is afraid?. Why in Egypt itself, and not here? ... Another story is that this tsunami of freedom has feet of clay ... and ideas ... at the moment, very short. (No no no Willy Toledo Sinde involved, we know) By request, I put on the table some "unrealistic" and ironic suggestions: A ... The Republic, (with Juancar as First President) The federal state ... or Nationalization banking ... and the big monopolies. Sorry, sorry ... gentlemen, I lost the pot ... and it is called: communism. (I intend to be sarcastic ... for Nazis beardless beardless and in general) And we're not talking about chaotic anarchists and leftist ... radikal?.

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real democracy and festival-goers

real democracy ... and I wonder, what does?. Because if they are only protesting uncles and aunts ... and looking sustainable liberals ... what's the point?. And, we are plenty of reasons ... like in the song of the Sabine ... but to open doors slamming doors is not necessary. Questioning the system or assemble a circus?. (A Circus of the Sun ... or at least of the door ...) At least it is a circus ... more photogenic, are defined ends? ... or is only a sort of bellows libertarian voices the frustration of one or more lost generations, or at least aspire ... or think they might be?. For if you only plan a camping trip in the heat of party ... "another politics is possible", I at least ... I've seen it, something like that ... grow and die in the containment and slow to infiltrate the anti-tumor partying it will engulf everything. (There will be neither the first nor the last to do) Unfortunately, no flag, no cause ... and here there is cause, if not "sources" ... the not widespread discontent had finished using the most savvy for their own benefit . (Whether you call them artists ... or advertisers) ... It is still disgusted in another vein, or the same ... politicians are PP and PSOE fighting until the last vote against the system.
Are we talking to the polished voice of enlightened caveman from "furiously radical" social networks crying in the wilderness of politics?. What civil unrest in that huge void, without shape or color ... "form" and held huge contingent of so-called abstention?. Or of the flowers "wild" growing up briefly in the spring ... and then, are scorched by the rigors of summer?. Questioning democracy since democracy does not seem brave thing indeed ... no, of course, as were our fathers and grandfathers who fought for it tooth and nail ... and tears, and bruises ... and shot ... and death ... now look for other laurels, and born with silver spoons in being marquesas or chonis ... or father children ... (drawing an "ideological" line from Zara to the market ) presumed to be more worthy than anyone ... and to provide it, that's hailed as common sense ...?, gloss varnish and splendor of youth ... or we will provide an opportunity to furnish to it, a face lift ... when no English. A quick shower and warm dignity. I wonder without irony ... (where is Pilar Bardem?) And likewise, rather sadly: What right?. With the unfortunate and rapture. Everyone has reason to hold any truth, and to take any argue ... (from because there are still children dying of hunger ... to, because The Empire Strikes Back is the best in the first three films of the galactic saga) to give meaning to any nonsense. Is it good or bad ... depending how you look, "the truth" is that which polyhedral. As a democracy, although it does not seem we covers all as a protective umbrella even if somebody is created that gives the sun on your face and bathe in it. And he makes a toast. (Well, for our wealth and property of children beautiful ... and this is Ivory Coast nor Yemen ... even for brief moments I wish it were, to be questioned with objective reasons actual failures of democracy, for example ... The autonomous State, and its budget bleeding. Of course, with a brief nazionanista sarcasm and a wink to those who assail)

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"I'll go through this life once.
Anything good I can do or any kindness
I can do some humans
, I do it now because I can not pass this way again" .
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UNION IS STRENGTH EARTHQUAKE

We met a few for thousands of families like us .... we believed in the good faith of the people and bringing our savings and bought a house built on that plot dreamed, when we went to seek the permits gave us " little surprise "could not be built here was our cruel .... really ..... because some and not others? some were given licenses and others were denied, so we decided to build and they looked the other way .... and .... we finished our house was then emerged to say they were illegal (not before stopping noooo works) then began our ordeal .... records, unaffordable fines, demolition which should also payable and endless of things, but that if you get paid ..... IBI, that among all and the money from the "illegal dwellings" something may fix the administration.

you do not think like us? laws can change, leaders may also decide to make mistakes and correct their mistakes .... it is simple to change the LOUA.

Birth of a new association for the defense of the demolitions of the Malaga province.


Posted on 3 January 2011 by admin

The "Provincial Housing Association Irregular" is the union of different associations in the province of Malaga in the struggle that will seek solutions to irregular housing.



Finally the neighborhood associations of widespread Malaga province work together, supported by the Provincial Housing Association Irregular. This association of associations comes from the combined efforts of several associations, including Malaga Locotta Neighborhood Association, Association for Housing Adjustment Mijas (ARV) or Save Our Homes Axarquia Association (SOHA) to join forces and ideas to find a single solution to resolve the current problem, where a law (LOUA), comes into force and our councils after years of neglect put into use for the sole purpose of not protecting thousands of families, leaving them homeless, accusing them of a crime of which only the homeowner is responsible.



The existing infrastructure in the scattered (light, water, asphalt, etc..), And the licenses granted to the vast majority of the owners, now have no value. Our political representatives unable to resolve the current situation, they simply do nothing, blamed the solution to the Junta de Andalucía.

The intention of the Provincial Housing Association Irregular is not blaming anyone because we all are, no one is freed from guilt and that the owner is convicted, fined and demolish your home, whether it takes 10 years to pay IBI, and do not have another place to live, no matter their economic status or who are unemployed or who after many years of efforts and sacrifices one takes into account the presumption of innocence.



Provincial Housing Association Irregular (APVI) onwards, has already ordered its field to Malaga, through a joint motion between PP and PSOE at the request of the Neighborhood Association Locotta (aso. that integrates this association), the joint motion filed on December 22, opens the door to stabilize the existing scattered over 46 in the city of Malaga, in a period of one year the council must have made the changes necessary elements for the legalization of these scattered, and it is in that line in which the (APVI) is working.



The union of the neighbors makes our politicians see this reality. Is currently working at the council, to be also the municipalities of the peoples who regularized their spread. It is true that only unity is strength, and even a single topic so we will change this reality, so the (APVI) has launched a citizen initiative in the Andalusian Parliament, where a motion may request that the LOUA, is developed taking into account existing reality, the housing situation, their age, their infrastructure, and what is most important to people who live there, and whether to change the LOUA for change as it has in Extremadura, but only with effort all you get, the union of all owners and politicians, we are all guilty of this and think that the demolition is not the solution has this problem, all we must find a solution, which not only homeowners not lose out.

try to find a real solution and legal.
Finally we want to make clear that those affected by the irregular housing, we do not claim that free ride, since we assume the obligation to contribute to urban loads are deducted.

For more information contact:

President: María del Mar - Tel 657055136

Vice Málaga: Javier - Telephone: Mijas

647952438 Email: Web prensa@apvi.es: www.apvi.es

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Another round heroics

Some people complain that the xenophobic discourse already entered campaign ... creature!. You do not hear the voice of the street. (I now hear mismito ... Rammstein Engel) Schengen is the fucking line. The shortest distance between two children of the Sarkozy putísima as and Berlusconi. Or, any day of the fucking week Eroski door. Not that any ghost is haunting Europe ... (and there are hundreds, in the end everything fit like a puzzle overwhelming infinity) or that the states are falling in the warm embrace of the right more plump, solid, blond, like pieces of a Strategic dominated ... but the road to totalitarianism is the concentration of power. Among Bashar Al Assad and Qaddafi's tacky is another type of tune straight, prominent and sinuous machismo ... the / the of butchers. Although Syria is an ally in the area that he is allowing too balances tripe in bulk. And while other clerks unbearable, a couple of chonis of ... say, immaculate complexion ... but, they win the Azerbaijani ... heavy industrial pastries, and greasy sound Eurovision (the path of the magic box of the troubadours) in a community and embarrassing masturbation of the former republics "Soviet music is tasteful and what the styles of the ruler of Morocco, for instance ... are a princely fashion ... For the love of Dior!. And I swallowed on the Sabbath to save the whole damn contest-festival you will not believe. (I had a silly night) Which has merit being neither gay nor EUROFAN ... A freak, which I got fried eggs for dinner and I were repeated throughout the morning. I still do not understand and did not win this great prodigy of the French voice ... "France" above ... (which incidentally gave us the twelve points ... suture and rigor, and Portugal, that's melodious approach ... and not geopolitical backyard neighborhood) that looks like Jim Morrison prepubescent cave. If he had beaten Italy ... In Spain it is better not to talk, others ... in the queue, as unemployment ... I guess a year of these geniuses of public television, a year who want to win ... take a good band instead Juani of a star with pretensions to which the locazas jaleen and " mariliendres "to which makes Pepsi pussy with this carnival of monsters. And while that flatter jet set news specialists conduct rigorous impeccable Teutonic certainly spared no technical means. A delight!.
By the way, I love this time "suspense" sensory are voting. How exciting!. I went to the foot down ... Latvia votes in Lithuania, Cyprus, Greece, Denmark, Germany and Russia to Belarus ... ... I said, more stress on the Titanic. It was like the slow pending resolution of the Security Council of United Nations ... but without the right to veto last minute of the Chinese. (I hope Libyan leader did not see the action from Ireland) and as I write this listening to "now" Chavela Vargas ... and I Arráncame detoxifies your life, attend the show gruesome astonished that the most ancient and populist Europe is giving to refugees fleeing the hell of war. (Letting die in the middle of the Mediterranean) The UN always assessing some truth ... so apparent in the middle of so many lies, and just compensation from the West. Excessive collateral damage ... an insult to the intelligence, while our politicians are caving archeology ... even in the most rude and boorish search of every last vote. Anything goes even more psychotic behavior and barking more degrading to the human condition. (The dish of the day: Is pheasant to Gürtel, seasoned with hypocrisy with which all good trips vomiting that price) I am afraid that that other festival disharmonious "mitinero" and has more decrepit Venetian Masquerade Party democracy ... compassion is a concept hardly "popular" as the meaning of education ... ... or integrity. (And what if, "popular" is not just a one-way two-way and be on the New Frontier PP)

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"Touched" even by such "heroic" walking in slippers in the halls of the House Spain (Villazapatero, which breaks down at times ...) I do not see the heroism in that worker has been killed by the inner collapsed Fukushima radioactive. Maybe it's because lately I see too many fantastic feats around me without media headlines is the magnified with bombastic and vain or fireworks. Everyone in government is hurrying to be "the most pompous" in the town of Lorca in the material, which in electoral period intercourse monkey smells (of the prehensile tail), although is golden "dome" ... that the builders to reform, that "perhaps" ... will be those up ... strive to build now, earthquake. But that matters little for the children laughing in the Onco carefree child to a hospital either, or for women who every day, 365 days a year ... get up early, washed, dressed and out to find ... even in darkness food that each new day will cook for those who are abstaining spoils system and plebiscite. And so, because not all lives are of equal worth and are priced the same, at least apparently ... A casual and unhappy victims of the earthquake in Murcia not "rate" the same thing today in the stock market and administrative sociomediática ... same thing!, that ... an accident, for example ... and even much less, less ... Moreover, the "life" of a battered woman ... And in Lorca, "The heroic, the solidarity" ... surely there will be many. Why should we speak in absolute terms and pompous of a circus ... (and there are more clowns in it than would be desirable) as they are riding a slacker so spiritual collectively as the deceased as splendid in the waste of that means ... "Will be necessary" to ... "Lift" the buildings. It is the epic of the bulldozers. (And the ... "39" million, which is sure to more than one with second homes in Eagles will raise the moral) construction sets, have done much damage.
is revolting, rotten ... some people will not realize ... who I call enlightened, and who tell me I have no guts ... but I say ... is that you do not see, you bastards ... those who suffer with your filthy door every day, damn hypocrites. Are Lego heroics in its double meaning ... (A wise ...) Of course he was not going to ask to see that it has no eyes ... as you do the finger who has no arms. And in this world where some idiot trying to tell us that survival is a matter of "emotional intelligence" ... not everything is written in straight lines ... and, closer than we think there are tweakers who needs us, and that through the windows, is another example, a hospital ... or a residence, we can see in their grief. Praying is fine and also save the whales ... and help the "good people" ... and the other of Lorca, that ... the same way. But for the love of God ... a bit of restraint, which seems to been that the day of reckoning ... and surely there are more hungry people and needed now in many cities of the country that ... at the epicenter of the crazed political anxieties passengers ... and "tribal."

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back again and this time I Asuta lot, because my family lives a few kilometers from Lorca.
As phones are not working here for repeater fire .... I could not call mine, until the late afternoon I could talk or bad talk to my brother informed me that nothing had happened and that reassured me.
again I hope not because all replicas have you seen the conditions under which they are suffering and needs.

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why the international community - that dirty and geopolitical-gibberish Beaton allows uncontrolled, systematic violence of al-Assad in Syria?. At least at the Gaddafi pimp ... (which once stood in the tent and virgins and it was up to Mr Brown) has been overlooked since the yard upside down, oil will get me ... oil or natural gas ..., that of Butane is not me. I guess, everything has to do with everything ... and that "pretty boy" Syrian friend and ally in the area of \u200b\u200bCampeche and planetary powers Monarchs play their cards marked in both their sluts are dressed in Gucci and people die ... and passes whores, all of a medieval king in the middle of century twitter and images that should stir minds and stomachs of "friends" in the distance ... and the net ... there are those who keep quiet, (well, for it ... came to the world, other than to take the yacht in summer and skiing in winter ) and will continue opening sacred stone with satin curtain draws back rib while trend-setter in the tabloids with the Movement ... budgets. Does not differ that bastard Al Assad Mohamed VI too, that other Facebook friend tocagüevos the Royal House - I do not give any one, more or less glamor-laying time to time we got to the Moor, always seem to ask because we are not put nervi and pompous that other wren "absolutist" in the gray suit and white hijab of pure nuclear ... lest we are definitely giving notice and locate more Pinton cockiness creature ... (and tea and dates from the scriptures ask us Ceuta, Melilla ... and even the, Córdoba "The default") because, frankly, with a strategic location and "necessary" by delicate balances among the fiercest systematic plunder ... and to want more. If not ... you tell it to those who have to suffer in the territories abandoned to their fate at the time of the traveling folk. And other businesses ... it is better not to keep talking. (It rains, it pours)
All this makes me a little thought ... What the hell serves a king? ... and even a half republican and democratic king ... but only courtesy chonideportiva varnish on the new frontier technological advances accelerated these days electronic home shopping and marketing 2.0. This will not open ... except the sterile debates ever, and it's Bildu now for example ... (but in key electoral and popular singer, one might even say ... the farce ... you can not take seriously either ... I'm afraid, even in Syrian) reminds me suspiciously rattle that was the illustrious and very famous Ibarretxe Plan, (do you remember?) and the dismemberment of the country. A pain in the ass!. Well if you do not want to open the stale "melon" constitutional for the of "The Heiress" (apparently the title of a Venezuelan telenovela) the less it will penetrate the icing to the crowd expressed the dilemma between "modernist" and stale choose between monarchy and republic, and stating that "Juancar" I like to putísisima ... mother. And once "so many" snack, autonomous state would speak on the Bible is the stuff ... (and is that the puzzle does not hold, other than claims sovereignty "... some psycho and anachronistic in code, without reaching the" state "mental deficiency ETA) of the federal state election law, and what really matters ... because otherwise, make no mistake, is" chauchau "gossip commentator alleged" serious "... and Chocolate Parrot - an expression more accurate and sixties! - to bark the dogs of war and daily media. (And that @ s with a forked tongue, and Ranger, What a joke ... or, perhaps, not so much)

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The existence of all human beings is dotted with remnants of hard, harsh ... and, imperceptible everyday stories ... like the little Yolanda 8 years old cancer-stricken ... to which in the waiting room of radiotherapy MP4 swipe your device that listened to music during the tedious waiting for treatment. Unfortunately, it is a true story ... very real. It is a nonsense, as the faces ... that every Wednesday I set in the backdrop of the eyes. And is there a strange fraternal warmth in the basement that is bound by the same rope to untie. Then ride on the bus ... and the Mafia for the elderly - the Symbionese Liberation Army Esperanza Aguirre, as he called a friend of mine looks at you wrong if you happen to sit in one of those seats are reserved for them, for ever and ever ... so have a fucking tumor in the testicles, and you can take one of two paths incisocontusa gored in the leg, sneak around and call you bleed ... Manolete, the tail of the ambulance do not forgive, that this traded for forty years and a day since he was fourteen ... Witness my exaggeration tavern with those mosques and look at you as if you spare the life in the supermarket, when they set aside a little car because you put him in the hallway so you can not move ... or those others, who take to walk the dog, and leave the cake of animal with four legs in the middle of the sidewalk because you can not bend. (Well, or are older, and have justification for everything ... or a perfect pigs and neighborhood clean up his yard three times a day) And best of all, above ... that the child jarfia putísima are allowed to education lessons and good citizenship. How would the damn Brando in The Godfather, with two cotton ...: That I / we have done ... to deserve such disrespect. And yes ... are minor issues of respect. Which I am more convinced every day ... and as the Buddha said, that there are things that only grow in age, not wisdom. And is that what we call: The "education" is not about tattoos and pristine white shirts, if not "respect" ... and no respect, where no pity ... and perhaps, understanding ... that rhymes, making couplet.
certainly seems patently obvious ... but: If you do not respect others in their difference, as you pretend that you respect yourself, it's that simple. Black is black, the Moor's Moor ... and the woman is a woman. The child in a home de acogida, es tan niño… como el se cría en cuna de oro… y, el que sufre debe ser consolado, como el enfermo, sanado… es una pura razón de humanidad, ni de ser mejor o peor cristiano ni musulmán, ni sioux. Es el problema de aquellos que se creen que merecen un respeto que no dan a los demás, y que encima se permiten el lujo de vilipendiar e insultar… y, eso tal vez sea… porque desgraciadamente en éste mundo el ser un necio… un perfecto cretino… sale muy, muy barato. Si llueve y vas por debajo de una cornisa para no mojarte… puede que te tropieces con un imbécil bajo un paraguas que encima pretenda que seas tú que vas sin él, el que le cedas el paso… y si the guy thinks up better than you, you and call you without blushing, cool. (Who has not ever happened ... ... Brave asshole!) I find it so funny that those who treat others like shit, then get offended by receiving the same treatment ... The is no doubt that should think that descended in direct line from the hind leg, or maybe the rooms ... the horse of El Cid. And you always call the most bitch bitch ... or ... the pimp john, put more horns.

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The world, any of those we spoke Valery ... changing too slowly, (it's a simple fact easily verifiable) or too fast ... Who cares? ... to me, at least, no. Lately I try to take a distance from what happens on board ... so exaggerated flow of information without contrast ... and even tested and "so" ... is all the more damaging and harmful as not knowing anything of what is happening around you. Truth and lies constantly crossing swords and chess tables in a fair and permanent liar. (A copper Arturito Pomar fight with the tough Captain Alatriste) President Zapatero is a sort of appearance / cameo roll clownish Uncle who is only missing the leather jacket, (ie where I left years ago that led to the concerts of The Ramones) and Esperanza Aguirre ... fire in between campaign giving another dose of "verbochotis" to their hosts, and more than sufficiently motivated ... to vote twice if required ... on 22 May. Yes, no doubt ... there are several "worlds" in it, without the Peter J. the one to be fuck. We have that in the extreme paranoia of those who have attacked what "mark" Osborne Bulls - and, bribe-the grasslands imperial Spain and hairy pussy "fuck." But we know that there are also brush on the Board, as well as judges who carry the packet to the left ... and those others, who charged to the right. Or, as jefecito said: He who is without sin ... but there is so much hypocrisy collected on a war footing, not finish the sentence, and the staff is as crazy stoned bundling with the adversary.
And the bottom line is that what to choose between the pink and red ... (but not, or Rosa Aguilar, and Rosa Diez ... and Ana Rosa Quintana, does it?), Or the lilies of the valley ... because " cocoons are all about. And honestly, in this ... "duelismo" I wonder what has been elucidated, because duality PP / PSOE speak the same language of signs ... and it ineptitude. They are like two brothers fought four years ..., permanent bickering ... the unconditional love of mom and dad. If one enraged ... the other, Barrea higher ... and if the other shit, one, pull the diaper ... the fan. (Come on, they are like children ... but, say ... not the "how") what the hell!, Perhaps the "people" - that stupid picture and recurrent, is already so much to the very alleged "in / democratic maturity "in their leaders, although I think most politicians we deserve, (how Correa of \u200b\u200bEcuador with that?. Lo" control "the judiciary and the media ... is just right for those who have the freedom to teach and banners ... of their ancestors) just as the countercultural concerning which we enjoy. (From the illustrious Belén Esteban down ... everything is pointing very high) and in those circumstances some people will opt for abstention on a Sunday of rest to avoid the damn hotter meninges. Although I would propose as a way to vote starting "the cup" ... the toilet, and sit with her, and a good book ... Sanchez Drago front of each polling station ... and think, until we come like doing belly ... Most of all, because shit does not fit quite right on the envelope. (Who talked about in / maturity ... democratic?)

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was a beautiful moon night, laughing at them not see the tears ..... I knew it was a nice picture of it. And for no apparent reason
arose an endless war .....
I am a normal person .... but like everyone else I have something that unnerves me and that is to receive a threat, then I stop being the person I tend to be quiet and not scare me after that I'm not afraid, he acts.
I've been threatened too many times .... maybe .... yet on this occasion street street .... until it was time that I face and I talk, talk here is, if you want to step phone.
was something that opened my eyes .... no .... you can always trust even in the same.
After many experiences, good and bad, because it is with life, decided he should die ..... to relive, I could not resistit most situations, and everything I enfermeban ..... can not say what he really felt, not hurt.
So I decided to die .....
Yes, do not be scared ..... death to anyone who wanted me wrong, they accuse me for free ......
And live alone and only for those who really want me with my faults and my virtues, just as I want. It's hard to make this decision, but I'd rather die I wish for death to others. Today
live .... enjoy what I have though are simple things like flowers, it is no secret and now work with them, I like the sun, I recharge energy and today we take ..... Moon also like .... I like to paint and you have not ..... do I start to live again and has to do things that please me, but I do not want everyone to be happy and leave me be happens to me, is that at times as often happens when one part ..... I remember and I can hear your whispers in my ears ..
You know? no death is so bad sometimes ..... ..... is a release if it is fictional.

ties must be broken ..... come the moment that harms our health

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Sometimes there are not enough words in the dictionary to claim a pain. No poetry that is not a hypocritical mockery or become more important in the geopolitical world go ... 'Well, there are dozens ... maybe a few hundred, at last, after all, what are some dark spots in the sea?. The suffering of the few, the eyes that look lost, members of cold shiver under the covers with bare feet ... Because of the drama about immigration again is cyclical, recurrent and disgusting. And because in this paradise there is no truth or metaphors that do not manage a joke about it mendacious and demagogic. In that talk, dignity and business mafias ... millionaire, personal efforts of professionals ... and technological resources of police corruption "point" in Morocco ... a state too permissive with which we are always playing you run ... run "rogue" ... And, yes ... perhaps, this "game" is that, of crooks ... and innocent, naive and desperate ... bregadores duped by the apparent brightness of a beautiful dream. Here, we are disproportionately employed to survive ... but ... there are degrees and degrees!, survival. (And neither are endless tears ... or the subject matter that is stale, and worry about the "tempered" to have crust in its support of philanthropists ... And also, you always come out with, "... and you can do "disarm you) We are too busy to speak ill of Zapatero, in mulling over the death of Bin Laden Planetary and its consequences, unemployment ... sex or in a group" contact ", and elections" small "private miseries, the Champions," Operation Bikini ", riots in the world Arabic ... Gaddafi, Japan ... and to be "solidarity" with them ... what then are a few spots of ebony baby blue on a perfect evening ... twenty-three degrees south coast looking from Eden?.
I for one attempt to form - so material and spiritual, the only "decent" I think I can do, without feeling really embarrassed. My little plot labor solidarity and fraternity ... (part time), and profess an infinite compassion for those suffering ... would pray for them ... (although I almost forgot, I'd say ... which, thankfully) but, is that God "forgets" normally ... the little details. Or, is perhaps inordinately busy to give "meritorious collejas" - not "hosts" - those who waste their time in bygone potatoes and lean beatify crotches pubescent adolescents. And frankly ... I prefer an atheist anarchist distributing hot drinks and warm clothes to the meapilas doctrine and charity giving equally ... but being pragmatic, all small grain barn ago ... and who knows or can say ... where there is more "truth." Lately, I'm not sure about anything ... and practically, I lost all my certainties. Are ideas and feelings, but every day ... I care less than those who do not care about anyone but themselves ... and continually ask myself: How much is ... what the actual cost would remedy the problem of hunger, for example ? ... or, is a question of human ambition. Disguised slavery. Free evil. Stupidity. Domination. And are ... countless terms for so little.

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election has begun. A real boring. Who cares that Bildu is ... or, leave it be?. It is sinister, however ... those that line the constitution, to make use of its judicial mechanisms for the game, and never better ... "political." Shit. That between cocky and Perroflauta jarfia to the polls ... it is a mockery of the rule of law, is just ... pure hypocrisy, the ... not bring independence to those who are supposed to be: Sovereign. A ... wise ... But to deceive ... the Florentines, booties ... they should form their own one-party Soviet mode, and "guardianship" unequivocally ... well, everything else is demagoguery and bananas for the monkey in its government claims freedom cage, lower rates ... and decent work ... fixed, if possible. In the end everything is in a meeting of pastors of CristoObama ... as with their advisors. (Damn pairing!) Dead Donkey, barley ... the tail of Clinton. While all crammed into the "Contact Group" ... including the Chupiministra Trinidad, who has that magic touch "stone", no doubt ... put. With Comrade Bourbon ... get off the Moor in campechanía idyllic democratic. (Mohamed VI is another pimp, like Qaddafi ... but not so cantoso) By the way, say ... that Bin Laden is dead. No kidding!. That smelled menda luncheon for some time ... And what is the problem now ... passed the sovereignty of a state there. (I'm talking about Pakistan, of course ... That other ... nest / pisito yanquidandi official protection of Western geopolitical love fucking, and enraged "casitaliban) Yes ... The monster is dead ... and welcome, one another ... What ASCUN! , just missed them kissing cock.
thousand pardons, friends s!. Sorry, sorry ... for the rudeness, back ... back, the "fold" ... of "political" ... right. Or, as my grandmother: Meeting of shepherds, sheep dead. Bildu will in elections. "Sheep dead. " Yeah, yeah ... double meaning, without ambiguity or "subtle" rhetoric. They are savages ... More "poison" to the charges in the case of "charge ... r" of the most rancid, and carpetovetónicos contours. Judges and magistrates, in general ... brave, puppets!. Blocks that sweep the Popular Party may be historical, it is up ... predictable. Zapatero should be killed!. And if "lucky" ... you can top it! During plan cockroach. (As to that "mortadelacea" of Bin Laden ... USA, USA!) Nothing is more urgent via CIS. I do not know because I miss, a little restraint ... What stress!. With the permission of compliance in the uses and modes plebiscite, again touching his balls played well ... and we do not learn. Critters of the Lord.

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The white oval

was so beautiful that my eyes were dazzled ...

It was one day impressive, showing that as the star titanic grandeur radiating ultraviolet rays to the land of mortals.

I, with my extended family were picnicking on a private park. Which by the way, the cost was expensive enough for a man like middle class could not enter.

While my family is stuck with the delicacies we had brought, I left them I decided to walk the vast hills that provided that park flooded on grass.

already being far enough away from my family, I took a bottle of whiskey and I took it to dry. My secret addiction died in the depths of my consciousness. Despite being a thirsty drunk alcohol, even I could control my impulses to drink in secret and no piece in front of everyone. This was something that called my attention, something I could never understand, something that really scared me.

After taking the dry refreshing drink alcohol, I laid on the lawn my huge body, squashing them completely.

these parks grass was so soft, soft like a bed covered with blankets, which reminded me to stay and sleep there for all eternity.

Once I was lying, face up, I started to look closely at the beautiful skies that radiated pure resiliency piece of land.

a long lapse in watching the skies, there was something that caught my attention. Something bright, something that was not the sun, but rather a kind of white oval. Or at least, is what proved to be or what my eyes were able to capture.

This oval had contrived to leave amazed any mortal, because at that time my being, seemed to be mesmerized by a magician reputation.

After this rare look at both my eyes started to become warm and I was slowly losing. But really could not tell if I had lost my sight, but it seemed that this had gone to another place. Because the return to the triviality eye, I see my family, but in another house and sorry for something. It seems as if someone had died.

In my macabre vision of the future, I realized that my family was crying for the death of me. Something that my soul crouched terror and has weakened my bones before such an uncertain sign. The only thing I needed in those moments of terrible visions of a future era, defecate in his pants.

Once the vision, my vision went dark and again in no time again to show another vision of another future imperfect and macabre. This time I could see my whole family in its worst state.

My brown eyes devoid of fog could be seen clearly, as he had been punished in the worst way, my God blessed family.

My little girl of ten years was nailed by three metal bars against a wall. One of the bars embedded in his mouth, another in his chest and the last to unite with the wall in her stomach. On the other hand the fragile and delicate neck was cut marks, which left trails on your skin torn by some tool hurtful.

My seventeen year old son was impaled by a huge spear, which was embedded in the ground. The spear entered by year, to fly out of his mouth along with the blood of his body exploded, was impaled in the final. And the scenario that was was a gloomy jungle and flooded with white eyes were lost in the vegetation.

who was my eldest son was twenty, he was lacking in their limbs which left the test with raw breakup looming on each end. His mouth was cooked to perfection as if a surgeon had performed such work. Neither could I forget the stick he had destroyed all his digestive system, and that inserted into your anus to get to his chest and break through it and then head out to the suburbs, before destroying every anatomical path traveled.

Finally my wife worthy overflowing beauty, her limbs were tied by ropes taut as emerging from the shadows, creating a "x" in the air. But that was not what impressed me, it really could take away all my sanity was valuable, as was brutally cut his stomach and his guts were hanging just as fresh right place. And of course, could not forget, as he pulled up his mouth as if it were rubber, by hooks coming from the ceiling of the room where he was. These hooks of torture did notice a gesture of laughter torn in it, and the viscous blood of his flayed face peered showing the filth of a body broken down by torture.

After seeing such atrocities that came from different scenarios, more visions came to mind. Visions that exceeded the limits of nature, breaking all existing cordial. I could see dark worlds that overflowed in fever, starvation and mutilation, along with aberrant shadows dancing in the dark. I could also see beautiful places full of wildlife really weird, but relieved to human eyes. But my views changed radically, sighting worlds where Fire was the main thing on the map. Lava rivers and roads were red-hot embers never failed to show its presence. Paths along which gray demons, with eyes as big as the giants of mythology.

But a cocktail of views, my travels through the worlds of the rarity they stopped at a place. Instead he broke my little clarity, a place overflowing remnants of children and babies were used as decoration on the stage. A world where the trees were composed of mutilated bodies belonging to babies. A place where the roads were formed by small skeletons. Skeletons belonging to children, something that I realized not only for their size, but still kept their kids clothes. And far in this world ruled by morbidity, through forests of trees mutilated babies and heading on the road of bones of children, you could spot a tower consisting of meat, and bones. But this tower was a person who had noticed his address to leagues.

starting with wrist movement, I stated very clearly that I wanted in that place. He was someone who showed his nakedness piecework, and was careciente of physical attractiveness, and it was not known whether it was male or female, because it had genitals and her face at times be changed from male to female.

Not knowing what to do with these visions I kept looking stunned at the tower of meat, which was such an aberration of cosmic nature. Everything looked like a macabre dream. And peered carefully a red light coming from the tower, a light that more and more near me.

Careciente control of my body, I only had to wait and being hit by red light, that I realized that approach was a kind of flashing arrow vermilion.

This demonic energy arrow struck my chest, getting woke up from this nightmare.

In seconds, those visions vanished without difficulty. At such times, I stopped for a second and thank God, that all esoteric visions had been only a couple of nightmares.

Again could be enjoying the huge parks overflowing in joy, my mortal world for the mind and appropriate banal.

But the joy was gone as they had visions that were caused by that white oval, which incidentally, had disappeared.

Because when I looked at the horizon, I saw again the tower of meat that was envisioned by red skies with winged demons exploring them. And he could see his face being indecisive, calling back to his chambers with a flick of the wrist game.

"Often the most divine things can be the bane of divinity"

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I hope that with these explanations comprehend something more about the views or perceptions as you want to call podais check and accompanying feelings, I have asked that count and there you have it. During

inner visions are experienced during deep relaxation, meditation, dream
uo relatives or friends who are dead may mean that we have left something pending, it may be a conversation, a farewell, a question was not, perhaps a reprimand or an order that failed to respond.

in real life if that person was dreaming that someone you trust, may mean that you have the need for advice and support to resolve a conflict or there is a sense of helplessness and need restraint.

dream of the death of a person who is alive has several meanings, one of them is the fear of losing something that he represents, may be on the emotional level.
also be interpreted as a break with certain aspects of that relationship, for example
to a dependency.

Feeling the presence
(The deceased).
is a distinct feeling, almost physically, that he or she is present. Most people who have experienced this, recognize the person says and also identifies the emotions and their general mood. Some may receive nonverbal messages in this way. Although this type of communication is the least tangible and concrete of all, every experience has a beginning and an end very well defined. Those who experience it are clearly aware of when 'arrive and when they go' their deceased loved ones. Feel
physical contact with a deceased person
These experiences usually consist of a light touch, a gentle touch, or kiss, an arm around us shoulder, a hand that touches the hair. While tactile experiences can appear isolated from other, more often than not are presented in combination with auditory experiences or feel the presence of loved ones.

Smelling a specific fragrance that can be associated with a deceased friend or relative. They can be scented perfume, cologne, flowers, some special food, drink, snuff, etc. During this experience, people report feeling a scent that is clearly out of context with its surroundings. The room or area where suddenly is impregnated with a particular aroma that has no identifiable physical source. Among these experiences, is common to find that two or more people experience them at once. Visual Communications

Within this type of experience, we can speak of partial and Apparitions Apparitions complete. In the first, the person is able to see just a part of the body of the deceased, or if you see whole is not entirely solid. Within this class of ways to perceive it, is to see your loved one as a bright light, like a face in a bright light, only the upper body or a body almost transparent, like a fog. Appearances can include partial or complete any of the above types of contact (feel the presence, hearing a voice, feel or smell a physical contact fragrance). In the description given when they see lights, it is common to hear that the light is "very bright, but not hurt the eyes." Often the person is younger, in perfect health, or without any physical problem that had plagued him during his lifetime. (For example, a person who could not walk, she is seen walking with her legs spread. Or a person with great physical deterioration due to an illness, she looks healthy.) While often thought to occur only in special circumstances, these experiences often happen anywhere, day or night, either, inside or outside, even when we are surrounded by other people, or driving a car, or alone. Even when the experience happens in the dark, the deceased can be viewed in detail. In some cases, a bright light is behind them, in others, they themselves are the source of light that extends beyond his body and illuminates the room. Those who have seen this type of lights, described as a white light and clear, but sometimes also with gold, with touches of yellow or blue (similar to the descriptions do those who claim to see the human aura). In cases of apparitions 'full', the body of the deceased person looks exactly like I was there, solid and real. Many say they feel a great spiritual serenity, much love and great peace, which radiates the loved one. Communication as
Visions (looks to the deceased as a picture, in two dimensions, or as a hologram in three dimensions, as a floating image)
can be seen externally or as an inner vision. The external views are experienced with eyes open, and can be compared to the vision of a slide or a video projected in front of us, suspended in the air. Inner visions are seen in the mind, with eyes open or closed. These views are generally composed of very vivid and bright colors that radiate their own light, similar to what we could see if we saw a picture in a colored glass (like a stained glass) lit from behind. The descriptions of these views agree that it is like looking through a Piercing to another dimension and an intuitive feeling that there is a spiritual world beyond this. These views may include telepathic messages. These communications are most frequently reported serving. Communications

Dream State (that happen in the time one is sleeping or just when you're waking up) This dreamy state (Alpha) is achieved spontaneously falling asleep and waking. It can also be induced by meditation practices, hypnosis, or deep prayer. Importantly, communication experiences have essentially the same whether you are experienced in waking state of reverie or sleep
Communications Dreams (make contact while they are asleep)
Although they are called 'dream' is common to hear the comment from the mouths of those who I have experienced: "It was a dream. But it was a normal dream was very real. "To differentiate the experience of a common dream, we can say that dreams are generally quite fragmented, full of symbolism and fantasy situations, and incomplete in many respects. While some of them have a great emotional intensity, also typically have a certain quality of unreality and are usually easily forgotten. By contrast, communications in dreams feel like a contact face-to-face with the deceased. They are much more orderly, colorful, vivid and memorable than most dreams. It is quite common in dreams communications involve a number of people who are physically alive and the deceased. Interestingly, in almost all cases, the experiencer communication (that is dreaming) is the only one in the dream is able to perceive and communicate with the deceased, while others remain completely outside the experience. Another feature that has been found in such dreams is the feeling of a barrier that separates the dreamer of the deceased. (For example, be on the other side of a river, a door, something which is not allowed to cross. This separation is also consistent with some descriptions that make those who have had near-death experiences and have come back to life.)

Communications during an Out of Body Experience (Feel the sensation of stepping out of his physical body, and then found, to feel that there is communication with the deceased)

These experiences are less common than before. The out of body experiences can occur while awake, in a state of reverie or sleep. Communication takes place as in other types of communications, only that the meeting comes at a different state of consciousness. (For example: Being awake in his room, feeling that it leaves the body, sees his body from above, going into another room, then the person is deceased, see or feel it, or listening to your body back .) In some cases, the experience is very similar in characteristics to a 'near-death experience', but the difference is not in danger of death. (For example, dreaming of a tunnel, a light at the end, meet their loved one and other deceased family members, hear his voice saying 'Come back. Still not the time for you, you still have much to do ', and then feel the light goes away, and one to be awake in his bed).

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