Sticking fingers
observed almost daily in the eyes of a perpetrator and hear those words that do not hide their misery, words that do not cry prowess, drowning, penetrate skin looking cheap, they feel itchy because the alley has doors, etc. A few words they learned in a college of dead air where the books taught to destroy the lives apart. Sure! the lives of others of course. Words without guts
Rowing without oars, without conscience. However, I really think the eyes are more than words the real mirror of the soul. I can say that behind those eyes in most cases no more than emigrants and undress dying thoughts to the penguins. Normal compression hitting a glove, a kick, a symphony of insults, etc, etc, are further confirmation that show the eyes do not lie and where then is the kind of problem. They look at you and try not to look away. Educators are skirts, presuming - knowing- in home closets keep spurs. Beings are heartless, soulless.
The vast majority of them are not people who expect to find in such great photographic catalogs of criminals. Are those little guy of people integrated in society, supported by a vast array of best practices that seek to plug the hole where they are actually scrutinize the whip that shows the path of slavery at home. A whip that society must make visible and to destroy the lives, well, destroy half-life as it is never too late to say enough is enough, forget the memories in black and white, color, etc. Whenever there is a future where no flowers in the vase soak
is what we have. A few days ago held a conference of journalism at Valencia and although the windows are open and we caught a dirty rag, distracting from the images of some programs that continue to feed the snakes. It is true that there is much more left over what is missing but while there are wells of cold water and hot water wheels continue trapped in bed prostitute, not just those who sell their feet and stained his soul, but of those who subtle violence spread to all corners, sold with a friendly face but ... .... violence. As Neruda said, "I like you calm,"
we must never excuse the cowardly, those who are always late when they see the belt. The doors are still old and tied with locks but we must try to undo the silences. Let those who feel lonely are those who abuse, those who kill, those who jalean. Feel less than anyone. Mowing is precisely no one that we must isolate them in a watch and see themselves over time. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Question Papers Of Isc 2009
Sincerely and from the distance I think the case should have started MARI LUZ cut these flanges in rags with which the English judiciary is subject but ... unfortunately remains stuck with your pain, coma, doctors who assist them without waiting for the miracle that never comes.
justice, judges are and should be criticized but there is a type of press that the psychiatrist is sneezing and holes do not change society, creating dangerous parallel trials almost never help uncover the truth. This is when those with power, those who are escarcina and keep using it without cleaning.
is true that judges are mediocre, it is true that there are judges who delivered judgments crazy, now I remember one where a judge noted a attenuating an author of abuse "the complainant came painted and very neat, so it does not give the profile of a battered woman." But it is also true that most workers do their job properly Justice in a scenario where more they seem to archaeologists in the mountains of paperwork.
As a society we should not let that big brother full of messages and Celestine Celestine where only interested in what you sell. If we appreciate the fact we observe that Justice has done a Full Monty putting in balls, and failures, putting balls desperation, their shame, a real collective strip-tease a bastion of democracy should serve to encourage a debate to find solutions in search of Justice model we want. The Justice XXI century reality must paint colors rather than black and white.
Unfortunately in this case is known by the name of a judge, the name of a Secretariat that the name of the alleged villain or villain. The Ministry has wielded wielding escarcina and ready to use it, and it is they always look down the speakers are connected, have taken the banner of its ongoing work to rule, far from a reality that never walk and that it If found the shade of a judge and the neck of a Secretary. Probably think that a nail out another nail, replace it with another name, face, apply the flow chart and ... problem solved. The policy has these things.
Justice at this time, including police, doctors, teachers etc are not only observed but interpreted by the televised trial, by some politicians who want to act as notaries in reality they hide under the bed, etc. and that leads inexorably to the professionals to put in a balance the risks and refuses others ... ... the real truth and acted defensively "just in case." A Justice Justice is less defensive.
not know the ins and outs sanctions that have led the judge and the Secretary, that's what I care less now. Of course I understand that it is essential that the Government respects the independence of the judiciary will surely know that managing and punish the errors of procedure in any case without direct cause in the unfortunate death of Mari Luz. What worries me, what really should concern us is that similar situations can happen in any court of any street in any city or town and that .... Judges, Secretaries, officials know it. There may be other MARI LUZ on any street in any city or town and that .... those above know too.
this strange metaphor of Justice, alone we poke fingers in the wall and we have not got him down I'll keep trying!
© www.quieroayudarte.com
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Image Of Indian Wife Wear Nylon Stocking
What are the oleanders sad ....
NEIRA dedicated to Jesus, the teacher who taught us what it's like in life.
What are the oleanders sad, because the wind in love
thorns
because you've gone where the fog comes, rinsed
where
white flags and swaying flowers pastors chairs
in rain .. rain and life. That sad
are there so stiff,
which does not erase hallelujah, where butterflies
and goblins
sweep the roofs of the morning,
where there are holes in the puddles
and rides at dawn
between eclipses
clothes and fish and plants that steal the afternoon. That was sad
oleander,
because a door has been wall
have shackled with chains because the wind pushes
kites
for you, a professor of life, has broken the walls
of those who put poison corridors birds.
you, keep walking between clusters, plowing
flows in the shadows, watching
yards passing tiles,
where the sun poured
dialects and the quarrel in court olives, which merges
in soils
flowers and the hills of fire wet with rain.
if ...! You are the colors of the sea and the smell
stamping the waves and cliffs, and aprons
broken gypsies,
those who reap the harvest alba white coves
dissolved in forests. Professor
that are sad
although irrigation,
will water every morning, every day with streams of fig
confident,
for women, for women
are the soles of his steps to
your undefeated stanzas
questioned the hall of seasons, tying with vines
Air
sludge stairs, rushes and rain.
That is sad because
oleander flowers have taken their hats
and strands that underpin the night, waiting for the onslaught
the pitchers
cool oak cabinet with clubs. We will continue looking
vineyards and mists where lie the magicians,
sow with white roses
edges of the mouth of thoughts and latched
oil paintings, sand and close our free
fumes moments of doorways
with sleep pillows where
That sad stories are the oleanders
because they speak with Mayor the breeze, waiting for his train
, staining of kisses
defoliating the attic of the steps, waving
their source and their two pitchers,
stone carving his legacy, where there are waiting
deleted hallelujah,
where butterflies and
goblins sweep the roofs of the morning. That desolate
are cowards,
envious of the sadness of the oleanders,
Because they know .... where you are, giving
life where the flowers sway,
where memories are decorated with lights
aromas and ... winds that devastated
are cowards because you remember the oleanders teacher
because they know that your legacy is stone are
than sad than sad
oleander but ... how beautiful.
© www.quieroayudarte.com
NEIRA dedicated to Jesus, the teacher who taught us what it's like in life.
What are the oleanders sad, because the wind in love
thorns
because you've gone where the fog comes, rinsed
where
white flags and swaying flowers pastors chairs
in rain .. rain and life. That sad
are there so stiff,
which does not erase hallelujah, where butterflies
and goblins
sweep the roofs of the morning,
where there are holes in the puddles
and rides at dawn
between eclipses
clothes and fish and plants that steal the afternoon. That was sad
oleander,
because a door has been wall
have shackled with chains because the wind pushes
kites
for you, a professor of life, has broken the walls
of those who put poison corridors birds.
you, keep walking between clusters, plowing
flows in the shadows, watching
yards passing tiles,
where the sun poured
dialects and the quarrel in court olives, which merges
in soils
flowers and the hills of fire wet with rain.
if ...! You are the colors of the sea and the smell
stamping the waves and cliffs, and aprons
broken gypsies,
those who reap the harvest alba white coves
dissolved in forests. Professor
that are sad
although irrigation,
will water every morning, every day with streams of fig
confident,
for women, for women
are the soles of his steps to
your undefeated stanzas
questioned the hall of seasons, tying with vines
Air
sludge stairs, rushes and rain.
That is sad because
oleander flowers have taken their hats
and strands that underpin the night, waiting for the onslaught
the pitchers
cool oak cabinet with clubs. We will continue looking
vineyards and mists where lie the magicians,
sow with white roses
edges of the mouth of thoughts and latched
oil paintings, sand and close our free
fumes moments of doorways
with sleep pillows where
That sad stories are the oleanders
because they speak with Mayor the breeze, waiting for his train
, staining of kisses
defoliating the attic of the steps, waving
their source and their two pitchers,
stone carving his legacy, where there are waiting
deleted hallelujah,
where butterflies and
goblins sweep the roofs of the morning. That desolate
are cowards,
envious of the sadness of the oleanders,
Because they know .... where you are, giving
life where the flowers sway,
where memories are decorated with lights
aromas and ... winds that devastated
are cowards because you remember the oleanders teacher
because they know that your legacy is stone are
than sad than sad
oleander but ... how beautiful.
© www.quieroayudarte.com
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Left Side Underjawbone Pain
No strings ... Learn
few days ago I received an email from someone asking me maybe some advice, perhaps asking me to listen to written words. To her, these other voices equal psychological abuse suffered in silence I dedicate this poem.
Your tears are shed between boats poppy
seducing your own wounds and between pieces
it dawns
mess of their truce with thyme latches.
These
chained to your feet and ....
your hands while you catch wind
seeds and planting your loneliness
with blooms.
was wrong!
chained your watch but not confidences luggage
soul, even chase butterflies
and ... on the waves to see you poke
horizons without brush.
Untie the ropes that bind you because there
better soldiers than those who do not beat poets
that they have learned to gallop,
because the notation of
voices break the guns off the streets
with orchestras in the gardens ...
because when they fit with sandals
steps of rye,
reasons not die, nor souls
eaten breaks, but the faces
eyes closed, eyes
who can not read to life
Untie the rope fast
stars while relaxing in the mountains and rain showers that do not want
sentences, recite verses
the jailer to let you know that the seed will always
where
day ... where no latches are made
to speak or to poetry
your feet chained to his hands as he grabbed
stones in the mud, planting distances
with ditches and yellow flowers,
chained the longest street, but no confidences
or your soul luggage
© www.quieroayudarte.com
few days ago I received an email from someone asking me maybe some advice, perhaps asking me to listen to written words. To her, these other voices equal psychological abuse suffered in silence I dedicate this poem.
Your tears are shed between boats poppy
seducing your own wounds and between pieces
it dawns
mess of their truce with thyme latches.
These
chained to your feet and ....
your hands while you catch wind
seeds and planting your loneliness
with blooms.
was wrong!
chained your watch but not confidences luggage
soul, even chase butterflies
and ... on the waves to see you poke
horizons without brush.
Untie the ropes that bind you because there
better soldiers than those who do not beat poets
that they have learned to gallop,
because the notation of
voices break the guns off the streets
with orchestras in the gardens ...
because when they fit with sandals
steps of rye,
reasons not die, nor souls
eaten breaks, but the faces
eyes closed, eyes
who can not read to life
Untie the rope fast
stars while relaxing in the mountains and rain showers that do not want
sentences, recite verses
the jailer to let you know that the seed will always
where
day ... where no latches are made
to speak or to poetry
your feet chained to his hands as he grabbed
stones in the mud, planting distances
with ditches and yellow flowers,
chained the longest street, but no confidences
or your soul luggage
© www.quieroayudarte.com
Monday, May 12, 2008
Glutathione Soap Effective
step ...
Everything can be much easier. We should prosecute the abuser over another, to the abusers themselves, without more, but sometimes we fill the streets with suitcases of equations that attempt to mislead the compass of reason messages to his office who would be better off silent. Confusing messages are messages that desperate.
The police are neither citizens should be seized. We should not be of that type of person who after reading the news just move the page. We should draw a line of points between the letters and photos and cut the ripples that scatter the facts, trying to spread the inevitable with avoidable. We must learn to run down the equations when it comes mainly from abuse.
We are the first to go, we are the first to see the ruins of society and surely we are the last that we retire. Many times we are asked to be architects in the showers and the truth is that our presence at the abused woman, to anyone who suffers the abuse of another, should raise enough confidence that we see as the shoe left in the sand. We are not pastors, we leave that to the priests, but entangle the voices we seized to speak, to unfold the map and learn to walk in freedom
Today begins a police training course on gender violence organized by the local police in Valencia Cullera. Courses like this, which I can not attend, they are not wrong direction and never seek help to know step "for the Police, the Civil Guards in attendance. Learn step for the equations are filled with maps made. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Everything can be much easier. We should prosecute the abuser over another, to the abusers themselves, without more, but sometimes we fill the streets with suitcases of equations that attempt to mislead the compass of reason messages to his office who would be better off silent. Confusing messages are messages that desperate.
The police are neither citizens should be seized. We should not be of that type of person who after reading the news just move the page. We should draw a line of points between the letters and photos and cut the ripples that scatter the facts, trying to spread the inevitable with avoidable. We must learn to run down the equations when it comes mainly from abuse.
We are the first to go, we are the first to see the ruins of society and surely we are the last that we retire. Many times we are asked to be architects in the showers and the truth is that our presence at the abused woman, to anyone who suffers the abuse of another, should raise enough confidence that we see as the shoe left in the sand. We are not pastors, we leave that to the priests, but entangle the voices we seized to speak, to unfold the map and learn to walk in freedom
Today begins a police training course on gender violence organized by the local police in Valencia Cullera. Courses like this, which I can not attend, they are not wrong direction and never seek help to know step "for the Police, the Civil Guards in attendance. Learn step for the equations are filled with maps made. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Buy Mustang Gt Subwoofers
Lay down my world ... Sink ships
Lay down
spores of loneliness and gaps
galloping in the bush,
Lay down the sketches of flowers and fences
tied with drops of sweet wine,
Lay down the yawns of kisses and capes
funky wails,
Lay down ... All fans
splinter with words under the wheat and the moon.
Lay down the ocean without water
and artists who grow mimosas fading
Lay down the colors of the boats
and unions that do not involve guns, Lay down
people without verses and spitting apology suspicions
Lay down. .. herbs guests
Falls concerts and watches. Lay down
funerals of
pots and wires that are rusting in valleys,
Lay down the neighborhoods that are not going
and trenches buried with voices shouting,
Lay down sentences autumns
and black shirts that are stained,
Lay down ... casts all snakes
dreams carpeted with pigeons and roses. Lay down
freedom of carabiners and minstrels
draw time
Lay down the stairs in the deserts and hangers
forgotten the perpetrator,
Lay down the slopes of the minutes
and stained with red bullets waiting, Lay down
... the winds of the bolts
with battles of poetry and absences. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Lay down
spores of loneliness and gaps
galloping in the bush,
Lay down the sketches of flowers and fences
tied with drops of sweet wine,
Lay down the yawns of kisses and capes
funky wails,
Lay down ... All fans
splinter with words under the wheat and the moon.
Lay down the ocean without water
and artists who grow mimosas fading
Lay down the colors of the boats
and unions that do not involve guns, Lay down
people without verses and spitting apology suspicions
Lay down. .. herbs guests
Falls concerts and watches. Lay down
funerals of
pots and wires that are rusting in valleys,
Lay down the neighborhoods that are not going
and trenches buried with voices shouting,
Lay down sentences autumns
and black shirts that are stained,
Lay down ... casts all snakes
dreams carpeted with pigeons and roses. Lay down
freedom of carabiners and minstrels
draw time
Lay down the stairs in the deserts and hangers
forgotten the perpetrator,
Lay down the slopes of the minutes
and stained with red bullets waiting, Lay down
... the winds of the bolts
with battles of poetry and absences. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Monday, April 7, 2008
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We must not sink the boat of paper for the simple reason that they are the easiest to sink. And lately we are getting used to it, to throw stones and even boulders.
There is a risk that the final responsibility to not fall on you really should, but the easiest. I refer to cases of domestic violence where the attacker has a restraining order, I refer especially to cases such as Maria Luz, where demand accountability for judges, police, etc and really top it assumes very little battle of cowards! Salt bullets are fired and the solutions move as a weather vane for air. It
is hiding a problem, we are shuffling cards under the water, they are more interested in putting on accents oxide in writing texts, and unfortunately if there is no solution to the antiquated judicial web there will still be cases like that of Mari Luz.
system failures undoubtedly assumed the weakest part, no doubt Mari Luz, but it is sad to note that it is talking more of a miserable judge of the killing, that efforts are being directed to put a name, a face, a label .... It is trying to fight cancer with aspirin.
jewelry psychiatry is a crossing in the corners, giving rodeo to problems keep throwing stones at the ships of paper because they are easier to sink. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Friday, April 4, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Telephone Operators In Australia
paper is filling sand Perhaps these sheets ...
a kid looking for - between the legs of bar- sheets of bottles of beer were the best! Even better than Coca-Cola, Mirinda, etc. And we played
making them move a finger, moving them safely on a winding circuit drawn on the ground with a piece of plaster. We liked to be children and ... .. nevertheless ... older among us have come to change so much that we left a generation of abusers.
In those moments ... that generation of plates is seeing many of their children crawl through the rubble of alcohol, stripping the pillars of the children, pretending to be older, burning the doors of the moment y. .. he truth is that there are many things I do not like, we do not like
Just look around a bit to see how disturbing it is to see the simplicity with which many of these young people dig the secrets of another searching through messages including moving pictures.
concern is the simplicity with which these or these are left to dig because not only are scratching their privacy but is starting the destruction of the seasons of your life. Surely then
initiate the demand for a particular costume, a no go and not come to a close their eyes to see .... and at that point and will be held hostage by his behavior, his possession, but ......¡ not have your love! but the lack of person.
course is not a generality, but without doubt these behaviors may be the magnifying glass can focus and see the misery of those now tell you I love you and it just burdening yourself, just this sand filling these sheets with before we played as kids. © www.quieroayudarte.com
a kid looking for - between the legs of bar- sheets of bottles of beer were the best! Even better than Coca-Cola, Mirinda, etc. And we played
making them move a finger, moving them safely on a winding circuit drawn on the ground with a piece of plaster. We liked to be children and ... .. nevertheless ... older among us have come to change so much that we left a generation of abusers.
In those moments ... that generation of plates is seeing many of their children crawl through the rubble of alcohol, stripping the pillars of the children, pretending to be older, burning the doors of the moment y. .. he truth is that there are many things I do not like, we do not like
Just look around a bit to see how disturbing it is to see the simplicity with which many of these young people dig the secrets of another searching through messages including moving pictures.
concern is the simplicity with which these or these are left to dig because not only are scratching their privacy but is starting the destruction of the seasons of your life. Surely then
initiate the demand for a particular costume, a no go and not come to a close their eyes to see .... and at that point and will be held hostage by his behavior, his possession, but ......¡ not have your love! but the lack of person.
course is not a generality, but without doubt these behaviors may be the magnifying glass can focus and see the misery of those now tell you I love you and it just burdening yourself, just this sand filling these sheets with before we played as kids. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Monday, March 10, 2008
Nightmare Campus Free
They took the chalk and ...
They took the chalk and now we need to not loose keep writing and get wet to stain, to drown. It is good that politicians start has peek to see what's behind that wall with crystals although they have had four women died in one day. I think they're a bit blind from those trenches sometimes rotten to power.
say rotten trenches as the hinges of their status away from the daily life of society, they often forget to see the clouds, they forget to see the clouds and seek solutions shortcut speeches, shortcut of the proposed shortcut laws. Hopefully the blind begin to see even in black and white
Now after the elections and once cleared all the leaves of the daisy everyone should join in seeking solutions. Perhaps you could start listening to the suffering, maybe even those who hit, those who see such violence, which sail between the ravages of no reason. We can not only paved highways and roads as they leave us is sure to leave solitary confinement for women.
now, once a battered woman takes the step of reporting, gives way to start off the clamps that attach procedure is started telling you very fast ... hello and goodbye. That must change. © www.quieroayudarte.com
They took the chalk and now we need to not loose keep writing and get wet to stain, to drown. It is good that politicians start has peek to see what's behind that wall with crystals although they have had four women died in one day. I think they're a bit blind from those trenches sometimes rotten to power.
say rotten trenches as the hinges of their status away from the daily life of society, they often forget to see the clouds, they forget to see the clouds and seek solutions shortcut speeches, shortcut of the proposed shortcut laws. Hopefully the blind begin to see even in black and white
Now after the elections and once cleared all the leaves of the daisy everyone should join in seeking solutions. Perhaps you could start listening to the suffering, maybe even those who hit, those who see such violence, which sail between the ravages of no reason. We can not only paved highways and roads as they leave us is sure to leave solitary confinement for women.
now, once a battered woman takes the step of reporting, gives way to start off the clamps that attach procedure is started telling you very fast ... hello and goodbye. That must change. © www.quieroayudarte.com
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thyroid Cancer Symptoms
not find the time ...
not find the time ... we should be cutting the ropes that bind them to their assailants, but I'm realizing lately that knives are losing their jobs. Perhaps we are shouting but we're not knocking down the doors that hold the silence.
I miss them hugs, no materials, which are easy to give hugs, but still lacks the Act, those hugs that do not heal the scars but if you understand the secrets of problems ... of silence. When the Act, when we know the geography of their chains really understand that we must continue screaming but we must also speak to the ear, convincing them that silence is the deepest wound of his wounds, possibly the letter of the stellar script that allows the aggressor, the coward, the creep maintain the suspense of horror film. Almanacs
When not break down the doors of the exit, when the lifts do not reach all the corners, is that silence has become the perfect plot of scoundrels to fill holes all roads where they can take steps to heels of the soul, free steps, steps of life ... Silence leads to a life aside, put life, a life without life, and that interests them ...
not find the time but we have not lost. We must continue tacking outlets to get them through the mirrors, they come and see that .... After the rain always clears
© www.quieroayudarte.com
not find the time ... we should be cutting the ropes that bind them to their assailants, but I'm realizing lately that knives are losing their jobs. Perhaps we are shouting but we're not knocking down the doors that hold the silence.
I miss them hugs, no materials, which are easy to give hugs, but still lacks the Act, those hugs that do not heal the scars but if you understand the secrets of problems ... of silence. When the Act, when we know the geography of their chains really understand that we must continue screaming but we must also speak to the ear, convincing them that silence is the deepest wound of his wounds, possibly the letter of the stellar script that allows the aggressor, the coward, the creep maintain the suspense of horror film. Almanacs
When not break down the doors of the exit, when the lifts do not reach all the corners, is that silence has become the perfect plot of scoundrels to fill holes all roads where they can take steps to heels of the soul, free steps, steps of life ... Silence leads to a life aside, put life, a life without life, and that interests them ...
not find the time but we have not lost. We must continue tacking outlets to get them through the mirrors, they come and see that .... After the rain always clears
© www.quieroayudarte.com
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
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After rain always clears ...
trying to start this blog loads of arguments, trying to kick-even slightly-the walls of silence. Taking the step of reporting is to get some new shoes and walk ... ...
There are still many gaps in air and .... some people are trying to guide the storm bows to the ports, enduring waves of discounts, building roads with more space.
There are people who are trying to plug those holes in the air, they are trying to find the roots of the forest of nettles. One of these people is Mr. Burroughs , the impatient patient, sewing with their words with deeds ... a flag on the mast of the ship of the ill-treatment, a flag of hope, a colorful banner, a banner that says ... after rain always clears ... .
trying to start this blog loads of arguments, trying to kick-even slightly-the walls of silence. Taking the step of reporting is to get some new shoes and walk ... ...
There are still many gaps in air and .... some people are trying to guide the storm bows to the ports, enduring waves of discounts, building roads with more space.
There are people who are trying to plug those holes in the air, they are trying to find the roots of the forest of nettles. One of these people is Mr. Burroughs , the impatient patient, sewing with their words with deeds ... a flag on the mast of the ship of the ill-treatment, a flag of hope, a colorful banner, a banner that says ... after rain always clears ... .
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