You know Dragonpi, who was wrong because she was misspelled formed. The first time was well built but she walked alone because the "m" was the same as a mother in the life.
She protect us in every moment, althought we're taken our steps along a remote road. This "m" stopped us after we'd understood that the river would be our only way to cut down that bad enclosure.
Kayak would have been a good way if those days, our great autorities, more or less, the boldest stupids kings of alphabet didn't drive the horses and the wagons of knowledge to their most beautiful words to name kayak, it would be piragua; that evening a dragon appeared to open the river way, people then, called him. Dragonpi, ugly but courageous.
Would not it be our beautiful brave prince?. Not, it would be the time to discover the waterfalls, the syphons and the others accidents. It was the time to walk slowly to learn, and his name would be finally Dragonpi
viernes, junio 29, 2012
Will arrive this quiet afternoon?, said to him that
nice girl.
The river was calm and some couples were there,
waiting the sounds of water, the cold stream without strings.
It was so late; the bear had discovered the honeycombs
and this nice and wild animal wouldn’t lose his favorite food, especially now,
that he knows that everyone would arrive alone, every family had decide to eat away
the others. They would be afraid; only he expected and helped their anxieties, to obtain their sweet taste. That summer is was so hot in contrast to the cold water that, in the last time, a
lot of trees drew the magician forest that was so immense to hide their own
small holdings, world closed where the insatiable bear, step by step, had introduced
his rules to divide them and eat their precious honey.
Time was his best allies, each other found out rows,
ways, but when they were tired, they looked at the cave of bear that played
with his teddy bear, fun to watch in the documentaries but with relentless actions
to obtain his target
Knowing the end of those helpless dreamers, their
patience, and our bear drove them, two hundred meter downstream. There, now and
hours later, these couples known those standing water, where the river had lost
its footsteps, full of adventures; now, it would be a putrid liquid that dreamed
to imitate a emerald passion of the rebel days. Stately trees were lying,
drowned in an unnecessary omnipresence. Insubstantial substitutes dressed in
deep water, sad colleague, dark bog where our bear easily retained their blindness
without hope.
Some couple, sometime, went out and they waited other opportunity,
it was only the way to other swamp.
That afternoon had arrived but the brushes slept,
trapped in the empty eye sockets. Those couples who waited to swim in fluids of
water traveling, were disoriented in a beloved place before.
Our couple needed to see eagles, tireless travelling; get away of lifeless
views
jueves, junio 28, 2012
Advanced
But wouldn't be you, told Dragonpi who knew that Pirandrio didn't pronounce well every phonetique sounds.
That situation had been a problem when the foreign girl arrived near him, some years before. A day, walking to the nice river, I had explained her his love for the tree, but she has understood that he loved the trick and she never took attention for him, althought sometimes, he showed her the bigger tree in the World, while she was understanding his explanation about his prick. When, finally, he told her his love, She covered her face and look for a real man, without tricks.
That situation had been a problem when the foreign girl arrived near him, some years before. A day, walking to the nice river, I had explained her his love for the tree, but she has understood that he loved the trick and she never took attention for him, althought sometimes, he showed her the bigger tree in the World, while she was understanding his explanation about his prick. When, finally, he told her his love, She covered her face and look for a real man, without tricks.
He said to me that he'd look for another way.
I'm sad and I try to understand
He waited and finally he told me he was going out of Public school. What does it mean for me?
The best tool to generate happiness in our society: Public school
Sometimes, someone waits that privat school solves their problems, but you has been able to live our situation, we aren't wonderful because we're real, we've been learning with all our patners, our teachers, the bad and good experiences.
It will be our futur life, you're totally immerse in it. Here, you're your own tools, you don't take the other tools.
People, who are implicated and help us to understand our society, they show beautiful lessons of commitment. Step by step, the powerful dark try to silence them. It's our time, yours, mine, it won't be hard, but it will be full of hope, full of dignity by not having hidden in empty words without life
José Mota
Gran Wyoming, I'm still overwhelmed by his commitment. 26 minutes of wisdom and foresight analysis right words
He explains us (20') that the powerful countries invest in Public Education.
You can also listen to Sami Nair in the next video or you can think about that arab girl that signed indicate us that the next year she couldn't study
Dice Santos Julia que con los pies por delante
I'm happy because you've been so friendly and a good classmate. You can begin your own Itaca, I wish you will be happy
He waited and finally he told me he was going out of Public school. What does it mean for me?
The best tool to generate happiness in our society: Public school
Sometimes, someone waits that privat school solves their problems, but you has been able to live our situation, we aren't wonderful because we're real, we've been learning with all our patners, our teachers, the bad and good experiences.
It will be our futur life, you're totally immerse in it. Here, you're your own tools, you don't take the other tools.
People, who are implicated and help us to understand our society, they show beautiful lessons of commitment. Step by step, the powerful dark try to silence them. It's our time, yours, mine, it won't be hard, but it will be full of hope, full of dignity by not having hidden in empty words without life
José Mota
Gran Wyoming, I'm still overwhelmed by his commitment. 26 minutes of wisdom and foresight analysis right words
He explains us (20') that the powerful countries invest in Public Education.
You can also listen to Sami Nair in the next video or you can think about that arab girl that signed indicate us that the next year she couldn't study
Dice Santos Julia que con los pies por delante
I'm happy because you've been so friendly and a good classmate. You can begin your own Itaca, I wish you will be happy
miércoles, junio 27, 2012
Why we admit another burlesque help?
The toll motorway were a stupid invention of our best president, it was an opportunity to travel with our freedom, he was lying to us. Ten years later, our freedom will help to pay their debts, but where are people who was earning money?, what was the promise of that government to invest there?. Knew they that never would lose their money?
Is it our lake so deep that our depression close us the mind?. It's more important to sound the horn of a car than to teach respect a biker?
Dragonio came out to discover a new way when he discovered that it was easier swim near wastes than thinking about society.
We're prepared to cut down our rights, our ideals when someone threw us their contempt with less money, more lower standard of living while the president's friends never would for their benefits, simply receiving
Is it our lake so deep that our depression close us the mind?. It's more important to sound the horn of a car than to teach respect a biker?
Dragonio came out to discover a new way when he discovered that it was easier swim near wastes than thinking about society.
We're prepared to cut down our rights, our ideals when someone threw us their contempt with less money, more lower standard of living while the president's friends never would for their benefits, simply receiving
A wonderful Friday, Thank you so much Bigger Wyoming
If you can watch the first Wyoming video, more or less at 8', his explanation about payment in kind, you will understand this big lie; later, you won't like wait a profound explanation for this TV character but not, watching and listening to this common person, you can understand his humanity and commitment.
Gran Wyoming dió la cara, en nuestra mano estar seguir dando pasos
Three days later, I'm still remembering his words and I'm also comparing it with the excuses of some people near me.
I try to justify them, if I lost my own life for a quiet life for mine, it would the beginning of the Arturo UI's character in a story of Brecht.
Gran Wyoming dió la cara, en nuestra mano estar seguir dando pasos
Three days later, I'm still remembering his words and I'm also comparing it with the excuses of some people near me.
I try to justify them, if I lost my own life for a quiet life for mine, it would the beginning of the Arturo UI's character in a story of Brecht.
martes, junio 26, 2012
When we loved nature
I'm arriving near my river, where I learnt to love all rivers, pure water, full of life in every season of the year, away noisy, with coquette trees, which change their clothes to win our wish, after our love.
I'll flirt with my old friend, the water, maybe it will be unhappy with me, we were together for some years and these days I was remembering our different moments, our hard relationship, our smiling stories when we forgot the time or our surprise when we discovered the inmense diversity of untamed waters, we're away the World, only these precious times.
One hour after, I'm seeing a new dirty bog, which I didn't know, why?; electricity, irrigate field, Is it the progress?
I'll slept and read for hours, later, my old friend ask me to descend it; he, now, told me very low, it's curious because before, he was so expansive.
Three hundred meters later, I'll understand its worry, now, there's another stupid bog where the trees are suffering the overabundance of water, where this element has been stopped linked by the insatiable eternal thirst. When I'm looking for the haughty beauty of a hidden emerald pool or those easy but sometimes, funny flow, I find out this lake of indifference
Someone told me about a nice life in these sloughs dead; it would be so sad live in the middle of a decayed system and not try to fight against this aggressive attack without head.
I'll flirt with my old friend, the water, maybe it will be unhappy with me, we were together for some years and these days I was remembering our different moments, our hard relationship, our smiling stories when we forgot the time or our surprise when we discovered the inmense diversity of untamed waters, we're away the World, only these precious times.
One hour after, I'm seeing a new dirty bog, which I didn't know, why?; electricity, irrigate field, Is it the progress?
I'll slept and read for hours, later, my old friend ask me to descend it; he, now, told me very low, it's curious because before, he was so expansive.
Three hundred meters later, I'll understand its worry, now, there's another stupid bog where the trees are suffering the overabundance of water, where this element has been stopped linked by the insatiable eternal thirst. When I'm looking for the haughty beauty of a hidden emerald pool or those easy but sometimes, funny flow, I find out this lake of indifference
Someone told me about a nice life in these sloughs dead; it would be so sad live in the middle of a decayed system and not try to fight against this aggressive attack without head.
lunes, junio 25, 2012
A new old river, those days, we slept while they're always worked
It's been a hard day, dangerously hot, we're looking for doing kayak, another time, when I drove the car, I was talking about that nice river, where our first experience with this sport were, more or less, wonderful, and also, these years later, happies. It's been because the sun was extremely relentless and merciless that we will decide to begin later; five hours later, four kayaks travel to discover that funny rive but, it wasn't a river where there was a lovely river, never wild, there's a small bog which has destroyed it.
Two days before, a woman had been speaking about the healthy problem in our country with the same ungry character than I felt watching that beloved river :
¿De que estamos hablando?
I don't believe that my words were less harsh than her explanations about the destruction of public services
Two days before, a woman had been speaking about the healthy problem in our country with the same ungry character than I felt watching that beloved river :
¿De que estamos hablando?
I don't believe that my words were less harsh than her explanations about the destruction of public services
sábado, junio 23, 2012
Impresiona oírle
Sobrecargado de la emoción por haber visto la persistencia en terminar el siguiente video:
La marea verde, lo público o ¿mejor un negocio privado a pagar por todos?
Me ha impresionado el grado de compromiso de El Gran Wyoming, con una sociedad que en su conjunto se llama España; aunque oída ésta en boca del que roba o estafa con condiciones leoninas, del que se protege y protege en la corrupción y de los fantasiosos malabaristas de palabras luces; pareciera, perdido cualquier sentido, buscarse en un diván cubierto en mugre
Lo dicho, en esos oscuros caminos, no nos busquemos. Abramos danzas, compromiso y realidad a lo futuro
La marea verde, lo público o ¿mejor un negocio privado a pagar por todos?
Me ha impresionado el grado de compromiso de El Gran Wyoming, con una sociedad que en su conjunto se llama España; aunque oída ésta en boca del que roba o estafa con condiciones leoninas, del que se protege y protege en la corrupción y de los fantasiosos malabaristas de palabras luces; pareciera, perdido cualquier sentido, buscarse en un diván cubierto en mugre
Lo dicho, en esos oscuros caminos, no nos busquemos. Abramos danzas, compromiso y realidad a lo futuro
viernes, junio 22, 2012
Eres siempre, querida maestra
Oigo el beso cantado por el padre agradecido
escondida entre muros: abierta a tiernas caricias,
imperiosos menudos trazos, bocanadas inquietas;
mano guiada a pentagramas; papa. ¡me ha mecido!
Corazón entregado; cantas escolar, educado en femenino
arrullan, en angustia de los años idos, los sueños florecidos
¿fuí bufón aquella anual línea?, mundos inquietos, agradecidos
los tic tacs de imposibles horizontes, ella eterna en trazo fino
escondida entre muros: abierta a tiernas caricias,
imperiosos menudos trazos, bocanadas inquietas;
mano guiada a pentagramas; papa. ¡me ha mecido!
Corazón entregado; cantas escolar, educado en femenino
arrullan, en angustia de los años idos, los sueños florecidos
¿fuí bufón aquella anual línea?, mundos inquietos, agradecidos
los tic tacs de imposibles horizontes, ella eterna en trazo fino
Cheer ourselves up
Our president goes out too fast in a public hearing to show us, his stupid safety. I immediately remember that liar, president of a powerful country, who, for eight years, ate a biscuit that cut down his breathe every day and then, the oxygen didn't arrive to his head. The problem was that his problem was our problem.
The final step is scary when you see a face full of asthonishement that gives peek at the precipice where you find the strength of your principles.
Those steps had the enthusiasm wanting to watch a football match, where we would always be the winners.
On the other hand, which is the fear? Could someone drive their live if some powerful institution begin to put a spoke in the wheels to move?
This economic institution and their serviles prizewinner always are in front of you; blaming if you show them when their bodies is naked.
They have the money, we will be linked if we follow their paths but we should take the way of our true colors.
Today, we're very few in the square, and two days before, happy people are the random though it were a passing happiness.
Yes, we will be able to walk if we look for the others to help them and also to help us.
Le's break the spear of isolation and dance together in our conscious shortcomings
The final step is scary when you see a face full of asthonishement that gives peek at the precipice where you find the strength of your principles.
Those steps had the enthusiasm wanting to watch a football match, where we would always be the winners.
On the other hand, which is the fear? Could someone drive their live if some powerful institution begin to put a spoke in the wheels to move?
This economic institution and their serviles prizewinner always are in front of you; blaming if you show them when their bodies is naked.
They have the money, we will be linked if we follow their paths but we should take the way of our true colors.
Today, we're very few in the square, and two days before, happy people are the random though it were a passing happiness.
Yes, we will be able to walk if we look for the others to help them and also to help us.
Le's break the spear of isolation and dance together in our conscious shortcomings
miércoles, junio 20, 2012
Un pequeño camino
She had been reading for two hours some tales, where she had been sitting on the floor. All of the stories was about the Irish's summer and their fairy lives in the differents places of the country.
Step by step, she had been feeling that the floor was moving around the empty room that she had been looking for three days. Now, her body described all those places, the friendly squares where people could talk about drinkers who had decided life near a pint or a young who loves so much the wonderful writer that now, every day, he explained that hard book; he opened the door where different crowd felt the magician World who were alive after ninety years. It was so profoundly beautiful those moments that a foreigner man had always secretly decided to be their different performances, he didn't like only read the book; he needed to understand every clue, he knew every character was the life which he had tried to discover and it had slipped through his fingers.
Some days, that young king of details was closed to discover some hidden words, then this unknown man also hide himself near the steep cliffs of the coast of Connemara; then he felt so little he dreamed of the arrival of that distant reader that had been feeling the same sounds, the waves that hit granitic days of angry drums rhythms or days of calm but playful dreams rocked. There, they would dance new lives where Connemara would be their own "Fields of Athenry"
Who will travel in the same way when they will be taking money from a space that is not theirs as they offer exclusivity?
The small freebird travels with us, where those vast green spaces were the same vast green feelings of teachers that dreamed for a Public School quality and equity.
.
The
Step by step, she had been feeling that the floor was moving around the empty room that she had been looking for three days. Now, her body described all those places, the friendly squares where people could talk about drinkers who had decided life near a pint or a young who loves so much the wonderful writer that now, every day, he explained that hard book; he opened the door where different crowd felt the magician World who were alive after ninety years. It was so profoundly beautiful those moments that a foreigner man had always secretly decided to be their different performances, he didn't like only read the book; he needed to understand every clue, he knew every character was the life which he had tried to discover and it had slipped through his fingers.
Some days, that young king of details was closed to discover some hidden words, then this unknown man also hide himself near the steep cliffs of the coast of Connemara; then he felt so little he dreamed of the arrival of that distant reader that had been feeling the same sounds, the waves that hit granitic days of angry drums rhythms or days of calm but playful dreams rocked. There, they would dance new lives where Connemara would be their own "Fields of Athenry"
Who will travel in the same way when they will be taking money from a space that is not theirs as they offer exclusivity?
The small freebird travels with us, where those vast green spaces were the same vast green feelings of teachers that dreamed for a Public School quality and equity.
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The
martes, junio 19, 2012
She's in front of me
Eres pequeña, la mañana que soño un árbol
plácida brisa inquieta brazos en hastiado sol
amanecen caminos, botas hacia horizontes
reposo huido, ahora habla al oculto Orante
Eres brincos en inmisericorde torpe, viva cavidad
¿Como sueña vibrar un contenedor de mil tallas?
poseer las mil explosiones al nato rugir, despertad
sueño, sueñes soñando tu vida, rompe sus rayas
plácida brisa inquieta brazos en hastiado sol
amanecen caminos, botas hacia horizontes
reposo huido, ahora habla al oculto Orante
Eres brincos en inmisericorde torpe, viva cavidad
¿Como sueña vibrar un contenedor de mil tallas?
poseer las mil explosiones al nato rugir, despertad
sueño, sueñes soñando tu vida, rompe sus rayas
domingo, junio 17, 2012
The European Football Coup has arrived
At least, now, I will be able to be happy. Because the last times stupid kids kicked me, without control. It was desagreable share my life with them. But now, I wait that I will be kicked for the best footballers of the Europe.
I'm a ball
Why I've arrived this situation?. I was a human being that after some bad experiencies, I didn't like to argue with anybody; then if someone said to me that I should do something, I immediately did it. Step by step, I was losing my edge.
What are those edges? I was selfish and I took my own decisions. Little by little people were angry with me and they weren't happier when they're away of me.
I was a rigid man, without movements or at least, clumpsies actions.
A day, I understood their decisions and I looked for their recognition because I wanted remembering the old wonderful time. The situation wasn't easy, they looked for slope floors because I could continue their way better; after three months I can walk their rows and ideas. They needn't look after me. They smile me and also I do it. The World is right I'm in it.
I'm in the European Football Championship. It would be funny play with me
I'm a ball
Why I've arrived this situation?. I was a human being that after some bad experiencies, I didn't like to argue with anybody; then if someone said to me that I should do something, I immediately did it. Step by step, I was losing my edge.
What are those edges? I was selfish and I took my own decisions. Little by little people were angry with me and they weren't happier when they're away of me.
I was a rigid man, without movements or at least, clumpsies actions.
A day, I understood their decisions and I looked for their recognition because I wanted remembering the old wonderful time. The situation wasn't easy, they looked for slope floors because I could continue their way better; after three months I can walk their rows and ideas. They needn't look after me. They smile me and also I do it. The World is right I'm in it.
I'm in the European Football Championship. It would be funny play with me
sábado, junio 16, 2012
Me llamo FMI,..... y entró
He knocked my door, I knew that this weekend the story tellers would come in to my appartment, but.... at six o'clock. It was only because I was reading Paul Auster's book that I opened him.
Hello, man, My name is FMI, jeez!, I almost fell off my ass.
He knew my fears and immediately said: Florecido Minina pero Ingente; (I had never heard this preposition but like everyone else, today, put the preposition that he wants, I understood that he also had right to do the same).
Look at me, I'm tired and drunk, maybe it would be necessary one explanations from my point of view but I would be nervous and violent, then please, you show me your bed and maybe tomorrow, we will speak.
I showed him my bed, I went to the living room, not to read Auster, at the first moments, I was watching my tenth BBC documentary and after some days, I've also read three books. From time to time, he gives me food and drink and I didn't need anything to be happy.
My World is clossed by Mr. Minina but these last days in my TV, I'm watching new things that help me to love the World; I don't know if someone has changed the programs.
The living room door is always closed, sometimes I try to open it but I cannot do it and then I return to my chair, this day, I will watch football, it will be very exciting.
FMI runs to my house, He makes noise and goes to bed with my lover, but I never need anything, suddenly I decreased
Hello, man, My name is FMI, jeez!, I almost fell off my ass.
He knew my fears and immediately said: Florecido Minina pero Ingente; (I had never heard this preposition but like everyone else, today, put the preposition that he wants, I understood that he also had right to do the same).
Look at me, I'm tired and drunk, maybe it would be necessary one explanations from my point of view but I would be nervous and violent, then please, you show me your bed and maybe tomorrow, we will speak.
I showed him my bed, I went to the living room, not to read Auster, at the first moments, I was watching my tenth BBC documentary and after some days, I've also read three books. From time to time, he gives me food and drink and I didn't need anything to be happy.
My World is clossed by Mr. Minina but these last days in my TV, I'm watching new things that help me to love the World; I don't know if someone has changed the programs.
The living room door is always closed, sometimes I try to open it but I cannot do it and then I return to my chair, this day, I will watch football, it will be very exciting.
FMI runs to my house, He makes noise and goes to bed with my lover, but I never need anything, suddenly I decreased
Those far fields
I listened to the next Irish song be sing by people every day, every hour, over the worst circumstances. A richman was walking alone after send a young to the jail. He doesn't lose the control about poor workers, poor students and poor children; he hadn't problems with that lonely piece of corn, but he liked to show them who is the powerful here, althought these people have raised a country and only the servants of money have sunk a economy to be satisfied by this yellow piss.
The small freebirds will fly the sky looking for its green benches where they can see the desperate steps of insatiable drunker who also would like paint what we saw for
Bloomsday in Dublin, the governors cannot drive people traveling through a day that is a life. Perhaps this day, Guinnes drinkers sing this song:
The fields of Athenry, Paddy Reilly; looking for your own happiness
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling,
'Michael, they are taking you away.
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.'
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the
small freebirds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing
it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
'Nothing matters, Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, They ran me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity.'
By a lonely harbour wall,
As she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship said out against the sky
For she lived in hope and prayed,
For her love in Botany Bay
it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
The small freebirds will fly the sky looking for its green benches where they can see the desperate steps of insatiable drunker who also would like paint what we saw for
Bloomsday in Dublin, the governors cannot drive people traveling through a day that is a life. Perhaps this day, Guinnes drinkers sing this song:
The fields of Athenry, Paddy Reilly; looking for your own happiness
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling,
'Michael, they are taking you away.
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.'
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the
small freebirds fly.
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing
it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
'Nothing matters, Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, They ran me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity.'
By a lonely harbour wall,
As she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship said out against the sky
For she lived in hope and prayed,
For her love in Botany Bay
it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
viernes, junio 15, 2012
An evening of story
The tales marathon has begun. I couldn't go there and I was worrying, another time that I didn't see this wonderful experience in my town.
Where I would be at this time?. It is difficult explain it here, Bloomsday would be tomorrow and today, she has came in to celebrate it. But here?, we haven't a good black pint.
She was explaining to me that we were a good country to live different stories.
Ok, but this time wasn't a good time, people is closed in their house because they was waiting the new surprises.
Someone knocked the door, it was the pizza man, she and I looked at ourselves because nobody had called him but inmediately, behind him arrived the President, he wanted to watch the football match and now it wasn't possible to go to Polonia.
We were prepared to begin this weekend the first hours at the bed, but, of course, for the moment, it wouldn't be possible.
He would like to talk about sports; before, I had loved so much this topic but not, now.
My Irish friend asked him if they didn't know the Irish situation; he was quiet for two minutes, but in my house, the situation wouldn't be the same as in his palace.
He recognized that the Church wanted to recover his debts, the politicians that had driven the bankers had to be protected and now the powerful economic Trust imposed hard conditions because everybody lived in a capitalist World, that he, after his experiency as President, began to hate.
We said both to him, that a lot of people would help him if he asked us help but he had opened three beers and you know, nobody can refuse its, in front of an Irish woman.
After our five beers, I marveled at this person runs away from all.
The Church wouldn't pay taxes and they would obtain money of schools and hospitals, We would pay the debts of the bankers to catch, another wretched actions and, of course, people would be drive another time for the crazy capitalist that generated these deep crisis.
He was happy when his national tem scored a goal
We dreamed of the time of going to the bed. I was so hard our impantience that at some point, we think to go together. But, he always watches football, football, football and at the end, we only were happy with our two bubbly body
Where I would be at this time?. It is difficult explain it here, Bloomsday would be tomorrow and today, she has came in to celebrate it. But here?, we haven't a good black pint.
She was explaining to me that we were a good country to live different stories.
Ok, but this time wasn't a good time, people is closed in their house because they was waiting the new surprises.
Someone knocked the door, it was the pizza man, she and I looked at ourselves because nobody had called him but inmediately, behind him arrived the President, he wanted to watch the football match and now it wasn't possible to go to Polonia.
We were prepared to begin this weekend the first hours at the bed, but, of course, for the moment, it wouldn't be possible.
He would like to talk about sports; before, I had loved so much this topic but not, now.
My Irish friend asked him if they didn't know the Irish situation; he was quiet for two minutes, but in my house, the situation wouldn't be the same as in his palace.
He recognized that the Church wanted to recover his debts, the politicians that had driven the bankers had to be protected and now the powerful economic Trust imposed hard conditions because everybody lived in a capitalist World, that he, after his experiency as President, began to hate.
We said both to him, that a lot of people would help him if he asked us help but he had opened three beers and you know, nobody can refuse its, in front of an Irish woman.
After our five beers, I marveled at this person runs away from all.
The Church wouldn't pay taxes and they would obtain money of schools and hospitals, We would pay the debts of the bankers to catch, another wretched actions and, of course, people would be drive another time for the crazy capitalist that generated these deep crisis.
He was happy when his national tem scored a goal
We dreamed of the time of going to the bed. I was so hard our impantience that at some point, we think to go together. But, he always watches football, football, football and at the end, we only were happy with our two bubbly body
miércoles, junio 13, 2012
I wish we could take control about our enemies
We will play a good match tomorrow, maybe our great President would go another time to watch our national team, it would be the first time that we're playing curling in our country. Why?, because our economy was so cold, that our life turned around the snow sports and our skill has changed. Some years ago, we're the best football team, the best basketball team, but litle by litle, we lost our self-esteem, the days were shorther and our happiness ended in a closed life.
Because we'd been a great country, the weather decided to change at same time, it was so cold that, we will live in our appartment, full time. Our curling level, at that moment, was low, the last team in the World, but you know us, we would find out a good curling player and another president who prefers to be a supporter of the winners that a politician. will explain us the important situation for our country, to wacth the sports.
And because the night will be with us for all the time, we haven't problems to play at 10 p.m.; more clever than before when we had to watch the basket match at the same hour when we had to work at 6 a.m.
Because we'd been a great country, the weather decided to change at same time, it was so cold that, we will live in our appartment, full time. Our curling level, at that moment, was low, the last team in the World, but you know us, we would find out a good curling player and another president who prefers to be a supporter of the winners that a politician. will explain us the important situation for our country, to wacth the sports.
And because the night will be with us for all the time, we haven't problems to play at 10 p.m.; more clever than before when we had to watch the basket match at the same hour when we had to work at 6 a.m.
I knew, I have always said to them that it wouldn't be a good solution to look for a bad burglar, but that valuable watch would help those private schools, that haven't got money to develop their philosophy about choose the best students and the others had two possibilities, if they had money, they would pay and they would pass it or if the problem was very bad, they would go to the public school.
I had seen their eyes lost, and I could be a new Robin Hood in reverse, a nasty Robin.
Ok, but they were so grateful with their serves!
But this man, this burglar! the police has discovered him and now I'm waiting them.
I had seen their eyes lost, and I could be a new Robin Hood in reverse, a nasty Robin.
Ok, but they were so grateful with their serves!
But this man, this burglar! the police has discovered him and now I'm waiting them.
martes, junio 12, 2012
A soccer argument
After the police climbed up with me the hard hill, I need to stop for a while.
I was sitting on a bench of the street and a footballer player arrived angry and sad. He told me that the next day, if our president goes to see the match and if he, the footballer althought the president could say that would had been him, had a chance to score a goal, he wouldn't get the goal.
Don't stress, think a bit about it. My cousins, my friends that they usually don't love our sports, need a time to be happier that the last times. These politicians know this situation, but you shouldn't think about them.
People are the most important in these moments. Have you thought about the cold feelings that we would have between us if they weren't playing?.
You're helping us, you're helping me:
Yesterday, I was hugging another fan, before reaching the three minutes, (it's the limits to avoid thinking about a sexual relation) I saw her. Oh my god! she was a policitian woman, maybe that would be dangerous to me, but we passed that threshold...., for hours.
When I finished explaining some details a little rough, the footballer came to me and confessed that he had heard that I was closed minded with all politicians and he also wanted to confirm his bad feelings.
I looked at him and I said, going back there and give me another joy. I think that he returned happier.
I'm waiting for the next Thursday! but it would be necessary that it were another politician?
I was sitting on a bench of the street and a footballer player arrived angry and sad. He told me that the next day, if our president goes to see the match and if he, the footballer althought the president could say that would had been him, had a chance to score a goal, he wouldn't get the goal.
Don't stress, think a bit about it. My cousins, my friends that they usually don't love our sports, need a time to be happier that the last times. These politicians know this situation, but you shouldn't think about them.
People are the most important in these moments. Have you thought about the cold feelings that we would have between us if they weren't playing?.
You're helping us, you're helping me:
Yesterday, I was hugging another fan, before reaching the three minutes, (it's the limits to avoid thinking about a sexual relation) I saw her. Oh my god! she was a policitian woman, maybe that would be dangerous to me, but we passed that threshold...., for hours.
When I finished explaining some details a little rough, the footballer came to me and confessed that he had heard that I was closed minded with all politicians and he also wanted to confirm his bad feelings.
I looked at him and I said, going back there and give me another joy. I think that he returned happier.
I'm waiting for the next Thursday! but it would be necessary that it were another politician?
domingo, junio 10, 2012
razonamientos gorrinos
Si ellos son impólutos y quiebran un banco, ¿Por qué encuentran en la sanidad y la educación un área a perjudicar?.
¿Quién pondría mantel y tripa para folgar de los desmanes de quien no sabe administrar?, ¿tanto le aprovechará o es que ya sus hilos dirigían?
Si el ciudadano vota y se equivoca con sus diputados votados, lo pagaremos todos y lucharemos por hacerlo mejor, pero ¿de donde sale que debamos pagar con el erario público a sus miles de asesores, no elegidos, que nos imponen nuestros gobernantes?. Curiosa situación en Madrid, los asesores privados del gobierno de esta Comunidad son pagados con dinero público, para destrozando estos servicios, pasen a gestión privada. ¡Cuanto menos curioso!
Los dedos seguidos, en un despite, nos lo pueden meter por cualquier lado, pero vigilamos y denunciamos sus manos áhitas de entrar en nuestro bolsillo.
¿Quién entraría en una finca privada donde prevalece el interés de sus dueños, para darle su dinero y esa persona quedarse sin alimento para su supervivencia?
Nos dicen que hagamos peajes, emporios, campos de inmensos verdes para ser felices, pero ¿cómo, si sólo los pagamos nosotros y mientras ellos retozan, rebeldillos en sus butacones al tiempo que reciben comunes suministros, incluso por sus vacias autopistas, desválijados fincas y sus secarrales eternos?
Y nos señalamos para desunirnos; no, no, no, ¡arriba!, tan llenos de riqueza y como de podedumbres; a nosotros nos toca reflexionar, ser conscientes de nuestras limitaciones y caminar unidos, aunque diferentes
¿Quién pondría mantel y tripa para folgar de los desmanes de quien no sabe administrar?, ¿tanto le aprovechará o es que ya sus hilos dirigían?
Si el ciudadano vota y se equivoca con sus diputados votados, lo pagaremos todos y lucharemos por hacerlo mejor, pero ¿de donde sale que debamos pagar con el erario público a sus miles de asesores, no elegidos, que nos imponen nuestros gobernantes?. Curiosa situación en Madrid, los asesores privados del gobierno de esta Comunidad son pagados con dinero público, para destrozando estos servicios, pasen a gestión privada. ¡Cuanto menos curioso!
Los dedos seguidos, en un despite, nos lo pueden meter por cualquier lado, pero vigilamos y denunciamos sus manos áhitas de entrar en nuestro bolsillo.
¿Quién entraría en una finca privada donde prevalece el interés de sus dueños, para darle su dinero y esa persona quedarse sin alimento para su supervivencia?
Nos dicen que hagamos peajes, emporios, campos de inmensos verdes para ser felices, pero ¿cómo, si sólo los pagamos nosotros y mientras ellos retozan, rebeldillos en sus butacones al tiempo que reciben comunes suministros, incluso por sus vacias autopistas, desválijados fincas y sus secarrales eternos?
Y nos señalamos para desunirnos; no, no, no, ¡arriba!, tan llenos de riqueza y como de podedumbres; a nosotros nos toca reflexionar, ser conscientes de nuestras limitaciones y caminar unidos, aunque diferentes
He would always remember those times
His brother, José, had a pig, a black pig, and maybe because those days, the mud filled the entire green space without water, when some days before the glacier seemed to open up to the valley; he saw the Jose's pig, why black? and thought if his food, (acorn, walnut, almond, apple, pear, legumes)which he obtained from the nearest trees and plants, would be better than it would eat meat, at least, to pacify, those wild animal that so frequently, harassed his family. If it will be necessary José's pig would be thrown into those insatiable creatures.
The icy wind that went down by the virgin snow whistled dark premonitory songs which his mother had tried to draw its in the cave but the fire arrived so unpredictable that she couldn't use her loved tools to describe their last two years, there; Emilio, after his second back home, needed to convince his family to get away, because he had found out another cave where, maybe another mother, had drawn as waters, previous years, had covered the lowlands.
The José's pig would be necessary to soothe, in the first time, those murderers, bloodthirsty and fresh meat. It would be dangerous because he had seen the hideous beings, killing for killing, once satisfied their hunger; but it had an environmental problem, sometimes, so powerful as those killers and his family had to solve.
They had discovered in each of the lairs, love and peace between them, but those days were moments to roam vast spaces.
Emilio, with the José's pig spoken every night to understand that their house would be the World
The icy wind that went down by the virgin snow whistled dark premonitory songs which his mother had tried to draw its in the cave but the fire arrived so unpredictable that she couldn't use her loved tools to describe their last two years, there; Emilio, after his second back home, needed to convince his family to get away, because he had found out another cave where, maybe another mother, had drawn as waters, previous years, had covered the lowlands.
The José's pig would be necessary to soothe, in the first time, those murderers, bloodthirsty and fresh meat. It would be dangerous because he had seen the hideous beings, killing for killing, once satisfied their hunger; but it had an environmental problem, sometimes, so powerful as those killers and his family had to solve.
They had discovered in each of the lairs, love and peace between them, but those days were moments to roam vast spaces.
Emilio, with the José's pig spoken every night to understand that their house would be the World
Casares' cave: A young must to go away
He had come back after two months, the summer had been very hard, his mother had had a new child, the father was all day into the cave with his leg broken. A new lion, had arrived and he had devastated the flock, also the river, before with 15 meters of depth, these days its water only has 4 meters, it was dangerous to move closer it because the mud is so dangerous that they need walk two kms. to look for water.
He had understood, another five brother and sisters, father unhurt, mother usually tired and illness, he would have to come back to that nice place which he had been visiting the last months, maybe it won't be easier that he had thought; the last days, the cold weather had been so hard that it was difficult to get out there, and now when the winter arrived, he would have to study those conditions to change their lives in that valley where the food was so plentiful.
He didn't know the new consequences of those next awful days and the possibility of being attacked by the lion or another animal; then he before left their dear cave, he would ask his mother to visit it because he wanted to understand those pictures that she loves do it when in the autumn and winter afternoons they had to live inside it .
We can assume that this brave young is called Emilio. It's possible that his journey last for long time. When he will live in another land, he would like to talk people about the mother's picture and the meaning of everyone.
The autumn has arrived but inside this stone's house, the temperature will be the same throughout the year, 14, 5 degree;
Her mother will explain each one of her picture but she will also explain him the secret room: the magician chair where she gave birth her sons.
The last night, she will also paint animals for fortune go with him next hunts and she also will show him the pictures calling the fertility. No one can understand the immense happiness to receive such explanations
He should go in the future green inmense forest, another frozen lake and rivers, but always, he was thinking about everything that her mother told him.
The Emilio's spirit will be in every explanation that people translate many years later
He had understood, another five brother and sisters, father unhurt, mother usually tired and illness, he would have to come back to that nice place which he had been visiting the last months, maybe it won't be easier that he had thought; the last days, the cold weather had been so hard that it was difficult to get out there, and now when the winter arrived, he would have to study those conditions to change their lives in that valley where the food was so plentiful.
He didn't know the new consequences of those next awful days and the possibility of being attacked by the lion or another animal; then he before left their dear cave, he would ask his mother to visit it because he wanted to understand those pictures that she loves do it when in the autumn and winter afternoons they had to live inside it .
We can assume that this brave young is called Emilio. It's possible that his journey last for long time. When he will live in another land, he would like to talk people about the mother's picture and the meaning of everyone.
The autumn has arrived but inside this stone's house, the temperature will be the same throughout the year, 14, 5 degree;
Her mother will explain each one of her picture but she will also explain him the secret room: the magician chair where she gave birth her sons.
The last night, she will also paint animals for fortune go with him next hunts and she also will show him the pictures calling the fertility. No one can understand the immense happiness to receive such explanations
He should go in the future green inmense forest, another frozen lake and rivers, but always, he was thinking about everything that her mother told him.
The Emilio's spirit will be in every explanation that people translate many years later
viernes, junio 08, 2012
A generous day
whistling through the waters, passing melodies of those swayed reeds, that thirsty river made out the heavy clouds that would slake those centenarian trees and its would get around those upstart weak plants.
At five o'clock, I want my lunch
but the bell has rung my house; now, I'm sitting in my garden reading Doctoiewsky, in Russian language, of course. I didn't like to get up but that afternoon the sky get cloudy and maybe I couldn't run around that nearby parc that it was my outside World where she opened a paradise in my mind; then I would celebrate a small meeting with someone, but who?
I wasn't dressed, because I didn't wait anybody.
Two times the bell rung yet and when I opened the door, I wasn't prepared to see her in front of me. You know me , I'm affraid to visit another country, another people, I prefer my wonderful trees and fern where rabit and squirrels told me the truts about our human lives, it seems incredible that they know us so well.
Really, she laughed and her delicious face drove me to these caves where the hidden springs carves mythological figures; after I looked at her body and then I knew that my life got worse; the rabbit had told me about Pegasus, and I felt that the World would take in her arms.
Hello, Pidragonio's you, is not it?. I was counselor at a bank, I spent a lot of monye, but I want stop, not more trouble;
Ok, I didn't get over the last breakup, and also I knew the end of this history and I only asked her; when the eviction will arrive, my rabbit and squirrels will get out with me.
Another time, her sunrise, another time that he wanted all.
How many days would last my paradise?
I wasn't dressed, because I didn't wait anybody.
Two times the bell rung yet and when I opened the door, I wasn't prepared to see her in front of me. You know me , I'm affraid to visit another country, another people, I prefer my wonderful trees and fern where rabit and squirrels told me the truts about our human lives, it seems incredible that they know us so well.
Really, she laughed and her delicious face drove me to these caves where the hidden springs carves mythological figures; after I looked at her body and then I knew that my life got worse; the rabbit had told me about Pegasus, and I felt that the World would take in her arms.
Hello, Pidragonio's you, is not it?. I was counselor at a bank, I spent a lot of monye, but I want stop, not more trouble;
Ok, I didn't get over the last breakup, and also I knew the end of this history and I only asked her; when the eviction will arrive, my rabbit and squirrels will get out with me.
Another time, her sunrise, another time that he wanted all.
How many days would last my paradise?
jueves, junio 07, 2012
Desfachatez
I was hearing the presentation of the book: "Spanish neocons" , written by "Observatorio Metropolitano" (Pablo Carmona, Beatriz García y Almudena Sánchez), ed. Traficantes de sueños
Isaac Rosa, the presenter of the book, told us about how a right radical party in Madrid, used populism: "all governors are very bad (not them?), she cuts the number or governors; the Trade Unions doesn't help the workers, less money for these organisations; she, the governor, drove the people's attention against these things. But at the same time, she didn't know the Bankia problems (Caja Madrid, that she controlled with an iron fist, she didn't know the cuts of civil servants, didn't know that the school that she helped generously practices a certain apartheid.
She feeds the low passions, she use our money to pay 2.000 positions of trust and we're sleeping or have fear because, really, she doesn't stop when she finds out some difficulty in her way.
"Spanish neocons" a book to read and give
"lo que España necesita", Vicenç Navarro, Juan Torres y Alberto Garzón; a book which shows us where we should cut out and why the right party drives his attention against a economy that helps common people
When you read its or before read it, you can answer how many of these neocons have their money in our country?
Why the religious power is silent about the problems that were a great sin for them but now, not; while they get money with their schools, hospitals and another public services that they now control as a reward?
Why the judges doesn't ask about the black money, the bad bankers, the cause of our impoverishment or they use some tools to delay the actions against the thieves?
Some people also know where it's the problem and they don't look at the finger, because thes people analyze the actions of the holder of that fabulist finger:
Qué fácil es decir que se han bajado el sueldo, cuando poco antes ellos se lo han subido casi un 12%. Qué fácil es decir que se han reducido los cargos de libre elección (a dedo) cuando se han duplicado hace unos años... PURA DEMAGOGIA. Hay que estar alerta y tirar de archivo para que no nos la cuelen.
http://elpais.com/diario/2010/02/23/madrid/1266927854_850215.html
Isaac Rosa, the presenter of the book, told us about how a right radical party in Madrid, used populism: "all governors are very bad (not them?), she cuts the number or governors; the Trade Unions doesn't help the workers, less money for these organisations; she, the governor, drove the people's attention against these things. But at the same time, she didn't know the Bankia problems (Caja Madrid, that she controlled with an iron fist, she didn't know the cuts of civil servants, didn't know that the school that she helped generously practices a certain apartheid.
She feeds the low passions, she use our money to pay 2.000 positions of trust and we're sleeping or have fear because, really, she doesn't stop when she finds out some difficulty in her way.
"Spanish neocons" a book to read and give
"lo que España necesita", Vicenç Navarro, Juan Torres y Alberto Garzón; a book which shows us where we should cut out and why the right party drives his attention against a economy that helps common people
When you read its or before read it, you can answer how many of these neocons have their money in our country?
Why the religious power is silent about the problems that were a great sin for them but now, not; while they get money with their schools, hospitals and another public services that they now control as a reward?
Why the judges doesn't ask about the black money, the bad bankers, the cause of our impoverishment or they use some tools to delay the actions against the thieves?
Some people also know where it's the problem and they don't look at the finger, because thes people analyze the actions of the holder of that fabulist finger:
Qué fácil es decir que se han bajado el sueldo, cuando poco antes ellos se lo han subido casi un 12%. Qué fácil es decir que se han reducido los cargos de libre elección (a dedo) cuando se han duplicado hace unos años... PURA DEMAGOGIA. Hay que estar alerta y tirar de archivo para que no nos la cuelen.
http://elpais.com/diario/2010/02/23/madrid/1266927854_850215.html
You shouldn't go to Europe getting nervy of your citizens
Letters, if you have another letter with the same information, you can add it, it's neccessary know this diseaster
Hello man, said to me that pretty woman who asked me about my next actions.
I told her, sorry, I must move away very sad because I can find out an answer about all situation that are happening: Why someone flees without punishment or at least, these people should explain us something because we will pay their mistakes and these explanations shouldn't arrive after four years or they don't ask about their doubts and also when they must pay. Oh, she laughed, wonderful.
I wasn't amused.
She showed me the next letter, I thought others should also explain us other problems. You can indicate its but if nobody explains us, we won't stop to know it, our live won't be only to pay and they didn't live without pay their mistake.
(My god! people who steal money from the charity to the Third World, told their mother these actions, who would drive their poor life around these World)
This next letter was showed by her
Sr. RAJOY:
Podemos soportar las exigencias del guión que marque Europa para superar el déficit. Sí que tenemos coraje y determinación, que son conceptos que a usted le gustan mucho. Estamos dispuestos a ser exigentes con nosotros mismos para poder superar el déficit. Pero el mismo rigor que ponemos nosotros como ciudadanos, el mismo nivel de exigencia que tiene usted con nosotros, el mismo, queremos verlo con las instituciones de las comunidades autónomas.
1.- ¿Está usted enterado de que la CAM "quebró" y se "evaporaron" en torno a 6.000.000.0000 (seis mil millones) de euros? ¿No hay responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí.
2.- ¿Está usted enterado de que el Banco de Valencia "quebró" y se evaporaron en torno a 3.000.000.000 (tres mil millones) de euros? ¿No hay responsables? Usted, Sr .Rajoy, sabe que sí.
3.- ¿Está usted enterado de que el "agujero" de BANCAJA lo tapó el SR. RATO en Caja Madrid? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que hay responsables.
4.- ¿Está usted enterado de que hay una trama GÜRTEL que ha "distraído" millones de euros en financiación de eventos, y hasta sacó "partido" de la visita del PAPA a Valencia? ¿Sabe que hay responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí. Por si lo duda, lo de los trajes son migajas, pero ¡QUÉ POCA ÉTICA!
5.- ¿Está usted enterado de que en Valencia hay una empresa que depende del Ayuntamiento y de la Diputación, llamada EMARSA, que se ha "trajinado" más de 17.000.000 millones de euros del dinero público? ¿No hay responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí.
6.- ¿Está usted enterado de que en Castellón "sólo" le toca la lotería al Sr. Fabra? Su colega es hábil para blanquear dinero. ¿No tiene responsabilidad? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí.
7.- ¿Está usted enterado de que en Alicante hay una trama BRUGAL que se "trajina" dineros públicos? Esos dineros salen de las contratas de basuras y del Plan General de Ordenación Urbana de Alicante. ¿No existen responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí. Y le damos una
pista por si nos responde "depende... depende" Mire usted al "burladero" de las cortes valencianas y los encontrará parapetados-aforados: Alperi-Castedo-Hernández-Mateo... los otros se nos olvidan, pero consulte usted a los tribunales y las listas de diputados electos de su partido, y... ¡qué coincidencia!, ¿no?
En fin, Sr. Rajoy, no queremos aburrirle con "menudencias" pero sí exigirle que, como buen Registrador de la Propiedad, se ponga manos a la obra y nos devuelva todo lo que se apropiaron indebidamente, hasta el último céntimo.
Nos han exigido sacrificios a los dependientes, a los trabajadores, a los pensionistas, a los alumnos de primaria y secundaria, a los universitarios, a los investigadores, a los funcionarios, a las farmacias, a las librerías, a los proveedores autónomos de las Comunidades Autónomas, etc. etc.; a las ONGs; nos han subido los impuestos, el transporte, los combustibles... con CORAJE Y DETERMINACIÓN, Y COMO DIOS MANDA, conceptos que a usted, Sr. Rajoy, le son muy queridos.
Sr. Rajoy, como buen Registrador de la Propiedad, póngase a trabajar y que nos DEVUELVAN hasta el último céntimo de todo lo que nos han ROBADO. No queremos volver a ver a Trillo "blandiendo" la presunción de inocencia. Que se ponga a trabajar de una vez el señor Gallardón en Justicia. Estamos esperando.
Hello man, said to me that pretty woman who asked me about my next actions.
I told her, sorry, I must move away very sad because I can find out an answer about all situation that are happening: Why someone flees without punishment or at least, these people should explain us something because we will pay their mistakes and these explanations shouldn't arrive after four years or they don't ask about their doubts and also when they must pay. Oh, she laughed, wonderful.
I wasn't amused.
She showed me the next letter, I thought others should also explain us other problems. You can indicate its but if nobody explains us, we won't stop to know it, our live won't be only to pay and they didn't live without pay their mistake.
(My god! people who steal money from the charity to the Third World, told their mother these actions, who would drive their poor life around these World)
This next letter was showed by her
Sr. RAJOY:
Podemos soportar las exigencias del guión que marque Europa para superar el déficit. Sí que tenemos coraje y determinación, que son conceptos que a usted le gustan mucho. Estamos dispuestos a ser exigentes con nosotros mismos para poder superar el déficit. Pero el mismo rigor que ponemos nosotros como ciudadanos, el mismo nivel de exigencia que tiene usted con nosotros, el mismo, queremos verlo con las instituciones de las comunidades autónomas.
1.- ¿Está usted enterado de que la CAM "quebró" y se "evaporaron" en torno a 6.000.000.0000 (seis mil millones) de euros? ¿No hay responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí.
2.- ¿Está usted enterado de que el Banco de Valencia "quebró" y se evaporaron en torno a 3.000.000.000 (tres mil millones) de euros? ¿No hay responsables? Usted, Sr .Rajoy, sabe que sí.
3.- ¿Está usted enterado de que el "agujero" de BANCAJA lo tapó el SR. RATO en Caja Madrid? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que hay responsables.
4.- ¿Está usted enterado de que hay una trama GÜRTEL que ha "distraído" millones de euros en financiación de eventos, y hasta sacó "partido" de la visita del PAPA a Valencia? ¿Sabe que hay responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí. Por si lo duda, lo de los trajes son migajas, pero ¡QUÉ POCA ÉTICA!
5.- ¿Está usted enterado de que en Valencia hay una empresa que depende del Ayuntamiento y de la Diputación, llamada EMARSA, que se ha "trajinado" más de 17.000.000 millones de euros del dinero público? ¿No hay responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí.
6.- ¿Está usted enterado de que en Castellón "sólo" le toca la lotería al Sr. Fabra? Su colega es hábil para blanquear dinero. ¿No tiene responsabilidad? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí.
7.- ¿Está usted enterado de que en Alicante hay una trama BRUGAL que se "trajina" dineros públicos? Esos dineros salen de las contratas de basuras y del Plan General de Ordenación Urbana de Alicante. ¿No existen responsables? Usted, Sr. Rajoy, sabe que sí. Y le damos una
pista por si nos responde "depende... depende" Mire usted al "burladero" de las cortes valencianas y los encontrará parapetados-aforados: Alperi-Castedo-Hernández-Mateo... los otros se nos olvidan, pero consulte usted a los tribunales y las listas de diputados electos de su partido, y... ¡qué coincidencia!, ¿no?
En fin, Sr. Rajoy, no queremos aburrirle con "menudencias" pero sí exigirle que, como buen Registrador de la Propiedad, se ponga manos a la obra y nos devuelva todo lo que se apropiaron indebidamente, hasta el último céntimo.
Nos han exigido sacrificios a los dependientes, a los trabajadores, a los pensionistas, a los alumnos de primaria y secundaria, a los universitarios, a los investigadores, a los funcionarios, a las farmacias, a las librerías, a los proveedores autónomos de las Comunidades Autónomas, etc. etc.; a las ONGs; nos han subido los impuestos, el transporte, los combustibles... con CORAJE Y DETERMINACIÓN, Y COMO DIOS MANDA, conceptos que a usted, Sr. Rajoy, le son muy queridos.
Sr. Rajoy, como buen Registrador de la Propiedad, póngase a trabajar y que nos DEVUELVAN hasta el último céntimo de todo lo que nos han ROBADO. No queremos volver a ver a Trillo "blandiendo" la presunción de inocencia. Que se ponga a trabajar de una vez el señor Gallardón en Justicia. Estamos esperando.
no Anonymous, pero anónimos
Took and hid behind their empty words.
Now, they controlled an asleeep country
justice, religion, silently waiting their rewards
new slaverys, credulous, walked dazzle, weakly
Lived prouds showing their shamelessness
"Anónima" responsability, playful children
"Anónima" dissapeared into manufactured news
"Anónimo" flight of a face to face, with their voters
Now, you impose your measurements, from your liars
Anonymous helps us from our paralyzed weakness, fearful
awaken to Anonymous against those "anónimos" governors
Now, they controlled an asleeep country
justice, religion, silently waiting their rewards
new slaverys, credulous, walked dazzle, weakly
Lived prouds showing their shamelessness
"Anónima" responsability, playful children
"Anónima" dissapeared into manufactured news
"Anónimo" flight of a face to face, with their voters
Now, you impose your measurements, from your liars
Anonymous helps us from our paralyzed weakness, fearful
awaken to Anonymous against those "anónimos" governors
miércoles, junio 06, 2012
I was jumping rope my friends
I've stuck a thump, I couldn't say to you, I'd caught the rhythm of these women but, of course, I couldn't wait that Rodrigo Rato arrived to see me. In the first moment, I've thought: uff, this man would like hit me; but he hadn't anything with him and me after, three months, I've been working in a gym. "that woman would had to ask me a night", at least, I dreamed these months.
But not, Rodrigo would like also jump. Ok, I've thought: uff! my acampadaguada's friends didn't like this situation. Finally, I cannot deny the action for someone, maybe my situation is the same of the doctor: Hippocratic oath of a P.E. teacher.
The first ten minutes, it has been awful, he hadn't anything rhythm; step by step, he was nervous and his face was congested.
Ok, Rodrigo, stop, you won't have problems with me; he burst into tears. How do you say to me these things; my friends, "my friendddddssss" he said with Rintintin, they have led me to the current state.
Ok, Ok, slowly, you should look at around all this place, you can see, I'm very happy with this exercise, I don't need special things in my life.
He's been looking at us for longtime; it has been a special day, because a lot off people, that I didn't remember, wanted to spend the afternoon with us.
They looked at him but we hadn't problems with that person, we didn't like that crazy situation where a man had to be quiet that people around him, were commiting nor errors, but lootings and robberies, knowing that he wouldn't be arrested and also that they also directed the darts was whom would pay those savagery.
Then, another time, he asked us to jump, he wanted a second chance. A second chance, I thought myself, you would need seven lives; then , I've told him, ok, you might jump relaxed and with rhythm, then, really, he's jumped very good; and then I've been around, and I said, these fucky men. I'm not surprised at these people will be sued.
After five minutes, without stop, I said to him: stop, man, stop, if for you, noboby would return to jump.
Rodrigo, later, reconigzed, is the anxiety in which we have been educated
Ok, after the rope is broken and this man hasn't given us any euros.
But not, Rodrigo would like also jump. Ok, I've thought: uff! my acampadaguada's friends didn't like this situation. Finally, I cannot deny the action for someone, maybe my situation is the same of the doctor: Hippocratic oath of a P.E. teacher.
The first ten minutes, it has been awful, he hadn't anything rhythm; step by step, he was nervous and his face was congested.
Ok, Rodrigo, stop, you won't have problems with me; he burst into tears. How do you say to me these things; my friends, "my friendddddssss" he said with Rintintin, they have led me to the current state.
Ok, Ok, slowly, you should look at around all this place, you can see, I'm very happy with this exercise, I don't need special things in my life.
He's been looking at us for longtime; it has been a special day, because a lot off people, that I didn't remember, wanted to spend the afternoon with us.
They looked at him but we hadn't problems with that person, we didn't like that crazy situation where a man had to be quiet that people around him, were commiting nor errors, but lootings and robberies, knowing that he wouldn't be arrested and also that they also directed the darts was whom would pay those savagery.
Then, another time, he asked us to jump, he wanted a second chance. A second chance, I thought myself, you would need seven lives; then , I've told him, ok, you might jump relaxed and with rhythm, then, really, he's jumped very good; and then I've been around, and I said, these fucky men. I'm not surprised at these people will be sued.
After five minutes, without stop, I said to him: stop, man, stop, if for you, noboby would return to jump.
Rodrigo, later, reconigzed, is the anxiety in which we have been educated
Ok, after the rope is broken and this man hasn't given us any euros.
martes, junio 05, 2012
Charla sobre la deuda
Si un día ves a un gran grupo de gente atendiendo y entendiendo, por donde ha ido el asalto a la sociedad por parte de unos gañanes, protegidos de cualquier responsabilidad y esperando seguir recibiendo sus recompensas, ya sea en los nuevos puntos a arrasar: educación y sanidad, ya sea en nuevos puestos donde puedan entrar o ellos o seres, engendrados para seguir dominando, sólo te queda que ese desgarro que se produce en cada uno de ellos, por la impotencia ante tanta canallada, sea suturada por palabras a las que han quitado todo su valor: cooperación, "el otro".
Existe una propuesta para el día 8 de Junio para que la gente lleva una de sus prendas de vestir al revés, por dos motivos, buscando solidaridad con las demás personas, y para demostrar que juntos tenemos la capacidad de dar la vuelta a las cosas.
Ánimos chicos, veamos y seamos capaces de buscarnos en nuestras debilidades
Porque de esta manera podremos ser más fuerte ante el secuestro al que nos tienen sometidos, quienes sean, para que teniendo que pagar, no sepamos el porque se ha originado esa veta tan grande en nuestra economía que en su mayor parte pagaremos los asalariados.
Nadie renuncia a conocer porque esta pagando. Quien consigue que eso no se realizé, están maltratándonos y hablaron de una ley de transparencia, no sé si sería para mearse en ella.
Existe una propuesta para el día 8 de Junio para que la gente lleva una de sus prendas de vestir al revés, por dos motivos, buscando solidaridad con las demás personas, y para demostrar que juntos tenemos la capacidad de dar la vuelta a las cosas.
Ánimos chicos, veamos y seamos capaces de buscarnos en nuestras debilidades
Porque de esta manera podremos ser más fuerte ante el secuestro al que nos tienen sometidos, quienes sean, para que teniendo que pagar, no sepamos el porque se ha originado esa veta tan grande en nuestra economía que en su mayor parte pagaremos los asalariados.
Nadie renuncia a conocer porque esta pagando. Quien consigue que eso no se realizé, están maltratándonos y hablaron de una ley de transparencia, no sé si sería para mearse en ella.
domingo, junio 03, 2012
Two towns
Today, He doesn't know the winner, if he had to decide very fast, he would love to travel that North country that he had visited for three days, some years ago. That town fulls of dragons, clowns, dreamers but those days, he had discovered that nice girl who played a collective game with the fresbee, under a sweet rain that relaxed his nervous mind or those two young students who played a natural golf in the middle of the old town.
He had run those days around the wall of the town and also outside, he had discovered a nice hill where small lake helped nice swan to draw the beauty of the dawn. The silence flooded that noisy city and now, if he had to choice a town to study, he would think about those moments but he would also know that he needed the agitation of creativity, people whose he would try to learn developing of the bodies, minds, and he also needed to learn open his chains, althought he understood that he would travel always with its.
Then, that morning full of questions, his memory was lulled for the positive arms whom he had been given his tired spirit.
Now, his ghost was the money, the same who played ruin, depraved beings, found incompetent in their previous works, but faifhtul and blind followers of their masters.
It would be a time to break some shackle. Now it wasn't necessary look at a uncertain future that was being drawns by other beings.
If that cold water hit those past years, he would try to come up with his little strength in a small boat that will help to discover islands where he was finding the swetness
And that other town was in his impossible heart
He had run those days around the wall of the town and also outside, he had discovered a nice hill where small lake helped nice swan to draw the beauty of the dawn. The silence flooded that noisy city and now, if he had to choice a town to study, he would think about those moments but he would also know that he needed the agitation of creativity, people whose he would try to learn developing of the bodies, minds, and he also needed to learn open his chains, althought he understood that he would travel always with its.
Then, that morning full of questions, his memory was lulled for the positive arms whom he had been given his tired spirit.
Now, his ghost was the money, the same who played ruin, depraved beings, found incompetent in their previous works, but faifhtul and blind followers of their masters.
It would be a time to break some shackle. Now it wasn't necessary look at a uncertain future that was being drawns by other beings.
If that cold water hit those past years, he would try to come up with his little strength in a small boat that will help to discover islands where he was finding the swetness
And that other town was in his impossible heart
sábado, junio 02, 2012
With sorrow but I was waiting you
I had seen that child the
last opportunities tired and sad. She looked like wonderful and nice, every
morning when I looked at in the bus stop my heart beat harder than the day
before. Then I didn’t know that she went out to that post office where she sent
money abroad our country. I recognize that I had been abducted by her, but the
most terrible situation was that that precious woman had been abducted by that miserable
being without head or rather interchangeable head.
He told us about liar and moral
when his actions were full of rottenness. I had forgotten him or at least I had
tried to do it but internally I knew that these being fanatical are very appealing
because in the name of a high ideal, they’re willing to break his moral rules
and the lives of the others.
Why? What it was the promise land that she dreamed receives. Maybe it would be the same that my earthly heavens in which I dreamed to meet her.
I was also sad because I hadn’t been able to explain those “success” of her abject Lord.
Why? How long she thought that he would lose interest in her?
That man had a few owners and very soon, they would ask another of his despicable actions, and then he changed his clothes and he was willing to sink a bank if this bone was what had to collect now.
I walked away, I was making of broken dreams
Why? What it was the promise land that she dreamed receives. Maybe it would be the same that my earthly heavens in which I dreamed to meet her.
I was also sad because I hadn’t been able to explain those “success” of her abject Lord.
Why? How long she thought that he would lose interest in her?
That man had a few owners and very soon, they would ask another of his despicable actions, and then he changed his clothes and he was willing to sink a bank if this bone was what had to collect now.
I walked away, I was making of broken dreams
viernes, junio 01, 2012
My lord
She would write that next letter very soon. She had that meeting in her mind and her heart was full of happiness. Bruce, Tom Joab and her boyfriend had been talking for all night. They had analyzed the stupid young that obtains easy a blind love of a young girl but they're always slave of richmen. Maybe the Joab's brother Tom.
In that calm day, when the Bruce's song began. Tom described them the hard conditions of desert sand, he also explained the poor conditions that her family suffered in those places, they had to work to exhaustion although at the end of day, those powerful criminals had found out the solutions to steal part of their salary.
Bruce and the other young had already spoken about a repeated situation and they're agreed that the only solution would be that people will become aware about the position life: worker class. The other powers struggled to enslave this class.
Bruce told that his friend Steve had said in a interview that the next time would be a war because the right extreme always needed take control about the society, and economic power could drive the situation and the religious power could drive the fanatical minds to create an ideal World that there is not even in their behavior
These men were a disaster, even when they looked for a picture and finally they photographed with the success, producing panic.
She wrote that letter and the spirit of those night, would be tomorrow in Donosti
In that calm day, when the Bruce's song began. Tom described them the hard conditions of desert sand, he also explained the poor conditions that her family suffered in those places, they had to work to exhaustion although at the end of day, those powerful criminals had found out the solutions to steal part of their salary.
Bruce and the other young had already spoken about a repeated situation and they're agreed that the only solution would be that people will become aware about the position life: worker class. The other powers struggled to enslave this class.
Bruce told that his friend Steve had said in a interview that the next time would be a war because the right extreme always needed take control about the society, and economic power could drive the situation and the religious power could drive the fanatical minds to create an ideal World that there is not even in their behavior
These men were a disaster, even when they looked for a picture and finally they photographed with the success, producing panic.
She wrote that letter and the spirit of those night, would be tomorrow in Donosti
Stop, ahí, estoy bien
Había visto unos números que le recordaban algunos de los mejores momentos que había vivido; quiso que el tiempo se parará ahí, siguiendo un sabio consejo podía ir de la cama al sofá y regresar a la primera tras un breve esfuerzo, eso sí, después de haber disfrutado una barbaridad en su estancia en cada una de ellas.
Eran momentos donde la bicicrítica de este próximo miércoles, a la que acudiría, la carrera, en la que ya estaba inscrito, se le hacía un mundo lejano y pesado.
Por lo tanto, esa tarde visionando aquellos números enfrentados, y repetidos, tomo una cerveza, cogió un capítulo del Ulysses que nunca había entendido y se dispuso a viajar, no desde la mente de aquel ser tan rico en matices; tan sólo tomando en su espalda el pequeño saco de sus viajes a través de las primarias vivencias; desde allí se situó en aquella lejana tarde, donde llegando a una piedra, ninfas vestían su desnudez con la esmeralda transparencia de un agua sin abrasar por la codicia.
Llegada aquella época, abrazar el romero, súblime gregario de jugosas mieles, impregnados los olores en sus manos codiciosas, pequeña fronteras visitadas a ambos tálamos insaciables, de sábanas abiertas.
Soño que aquella tarde se eternizarían los estállidos; cuando el día volvió, yacía somnoliento, vencido sabedor que sólo, los poderosos habían conseguido eternizar su desvergüenza, ante la pasividad en los sueños minutados
Eran momentos donde la bicicrítica de este próximo miércoles, a la que acudiría, la carrera, en la que ya estaba inscrito, se le hacía un mundo lejano y pesado.
Por lo tanto, esa tarde visionando aquellos números enfrentados, y repetidos, tomo una cerveza, cogió un capítulo del Ulysses que nunca había entendido y se dispuso a viajar, no desde la mente de aquel ser tan rico en matices; tan sólo tomando en su espalda el pequeño saco de sus viajes a través de las primarias vivencias; desde allí se situó en aquella lejana tarde, donde llegando a una piedra, ninfas vestían su desnudez con la esmeralda transparencia de un agua sin abrasar por la codicia.
Llegada aquella época, abrazar el romero, súblime gregario de jugosas mieles, impregnados los olores en sus manos codiciosas, pequeña fronteras visitadas a ambos tálamos insaciables, de sábanas abiertas.
Soño que aquella tarde se eternizarían los estállidos; cuando el día volvió, yacía somnoliento, vencido sabedor que sólo, los poderosos habían conseguido eternizar su desvergüenza, ante la pasividad en los sueños minutados
Me ha pillado caliente
Yes, I was walking around my house, now it is a a victory when before, I covered the World. A man has looked for talk with me.
I didn't like but he looked like fun. I've asked his name: when he answered me his last name: Chapman, my head has got worked up. This afternoon, I've been listening to Lennon's lost tapes.
Two thousand times, I asked him why he had murdered my light, that wonderful man; the last times, I was on the floor because I'd lost my forces. Why?
This Chapman had had patience but he, sometimes, had a bit laugh that made me mad.
Some hard words of reproach that I ran, it's tried to blame for the crazy attacks to Javier Krahe. I asked him why they think about their integrity when their actions are consciously bads: lies about money to charity, get public money to select students and others.
Then, this Chapman stopped me: -Shut up once, enough. After a lot of times, I've been listening to the lyric of Javier in the "Central" cafe and you should better think about your words. Your name is also dangerous and I've been quiet.
I've understood that now I should hear his words. He also loved John Lennon and he had visited thousand of places in the World to find out people that tries to discover a bit moment of creativity in their lives, maybe in each of these circumstances, he'd be near Lennon.
In those minutes, I found myself crying because I had too many minutes that I felt the impossible action to approach Lennon. Then, my mind got out to the river and the water gave me a kiss
I didn't like but he looked like fun. I've asked his name: when he answered me his last name: Chapman, my head has got worked up. This afternoon, I've been listening to Lennon's lost tapes.
Two thousand times, I asked him why he had murdered my light, that wonderful man; the last times, I was on the floor because I'd lost my forces. Why?
This Chapman had had patience but he, sometimes, had a bit laugh that made me mad.
Some hard words of reproach that I ran, it's tried to blame for the crazy attacks to Javier Krahe. I asked him why they think about their integrity when their actions are consciously bads: lies about money to charity, get public money to select students and others.
Then, this Chapman stopped me: -Shut up once, enough. After a lot of times, I've been listening to the lyric of Javier in the "Central" cafe and you should better think about your words. Your name is also dangerous and I've been quiet.
I've understood that now I should hear his words. He also loved John Lennon and he had visited thousand of places in the World to find out people that tries to discover a bit moment of creativity in their lives, maybe in each of these circumstances, he'd be near Lennon.
In those minutes, I found myself crying because I had too many minutes that I felt the impossible action to approach Lennon. Then, my mind got out to the river and the water gave me a kiss
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