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.
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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