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I can not complain

Last week, my brother, after more than a year to be unemployed, has found legal work through a temp agency for two weeks from now.

plug has gone by, of course, that up to make workhorse for little money, you have to enter plug.

trap comes home, they have given no clothing, no locker, or cutter, and safety boots, I brought him home, many of those things have to provide the TSEs, but does not .

But you can not complain, because at least now have a job.

Last week, the middle sister knew grapefruit later this month, the company closed due to retirement.

many years know that this would happen, but in October they signed the mortgage on the ground that they are building and are paying for two and it is very possible that at that time did not have a job, the fact is that trust endure this entire year in a very profitable family business, which has 9.

the street is going broke, not theirs indenminación, her or the partner who has 40 years working for that family.

Last week ended mi etapa de un año trabajando como externa, para una gran empresa, de los 5 externos, dos fueron reubicados en la compañía que ha comprado a la empresa, dos son despedidos y yo, vuelvo a la empresa que me paga, empeorando sueldo y horario, perdiendo incentivos económicos, empeorando el trato que me van a dar y volviendo a un mecanismo de trabajo absolutamente esclavista.

Pero no me puedo quejar, por que tengo trabajo.

Antes de los recortes de este gobierno, ya existían muchos sectores que trabajaban en condiciones que daban verguenza, a disposición total de la empresa, con sueldos ridículos, en una sucesión contínua Contract until end of work that ended with the dismissal when he played them permanent after three years chained rotating contracts by companies in the same company.

Before there was already a great mass of exploited workers find it impossible, without any economic or job security.

What happens is that before, just happened to many, what comes next, it happens to us all.

But while football and put TV programs peeling and our favorite series, we continue looking, that indeed, the world is not so bad.

It must be so that but for months the streets would be full of angry citizens in a wildcat strike without end.

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is no secret that the divorce of my parents had a brutal impact on my life.

That fact, the end of love between my parents, has been something that has haunted me since my early childhood, which I believe has been capital to define my concept of love, and the couple fiedlidad.

I was the daughter of divorced parents at a time when the poor are not divorced, at a time when absolutely no one in my around was in my situation, at a time when the word was something shameful and pitiful.

From my point of view, love is something that has no end, is an eternal force, is a principle inherent in human beings, something we are born, develop and nurture, better or worse and is one of our bodies invisible.

People grow up in families and have parents and siblings, who make up our first contact with love.

'm sure it's not very often hear things like,

"I have no contact with my parents, we have broken, love is over, it was best to quit.

However, our family is a group of people that we can inflict more pain can make us miserable to unimaginable limits, can cause us terrible things scary thought and, despite everything, we never stop loving our family.

I've known enough people with parents deserve to be called in any way less than that and I attest that all these people loved their parents.

My own experience is that despite the nonexistent relationship with my father and highly toxic and extremely complex relationship with my mother, I want a love that will live on beyond his death.

can say that our family we love her forever, while we are alive.

So if love can last a lifetime, as in the case of the family, how we talk about when we say that the love between a couple is over?

Is it really love that runs out, or just wanting to try, patience, endurance?

Or is that what was between those two people was not love?

Is love different depending on whether it is fraternal, as in the family, or sentimental, as in the couple?

I told you that in my experience, my vision of things, love is something that does not clear things go wrong and that there can not understand that love between two people who say they want, runs out.

The easiest option for me, is to decide that these two people, in fact, had never truly loved, although it is very complex to define what love really . Acceptable

and logic, I think the position of the pair breaking and acknowledges that it is love that is gone, but the rest, the desire, patience, and that despite this, still loving each other when they are not together, because I do not think we can love only one partner.

But when I face a couple breaks and say they have run out of love, I still feel that there is something that escapes me, something that can not be, we're actually talking about different things.

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has heard so much hell, so often tried to imagine there ugly and scary, closing his eyes and trying to see it in his mind, but every single time, all you see is the face of each and every one of the people who have lost a bit of soul, faces of the people who did nothing to help, to protect and can not believe that after death there is something worse than this.

Something worse than the beatings,

as neglect

men who have taken advantage of it?

Is there anything worse?

Worse?

can not believe it.

Maybe it's the number of pills floating in his veins,

or the amount of whiskey which has helped them go down the throat;

but can not believe it.

trips over something, the echo resounds in the empty house, empty

,

dark

dark, lonely

.

but fears the light will be reflected in a treacherous surface.

is accompanied by another glass of whiskey and tries andar por el pasillo pero tiene miedo de los monstruos que acechan en las esquinas.

Se viste,

o tal vez,

se desviste,

se maquilla pero el pulso le falla y el contorno de los labios se vuelve una línea vacilante,

los párpados demasiado oscuros,

como el miedo de su alma,

el colorete demasiado alegre,

como la sonrisa falsa que ensayaría si tuviese valor de mirarse al espejo.

Se calza unos tacones y coje el ascensor.

En the street for a taxi and laughs in the back seat.

If I were a man would be taking a taxi to go to whores.

But she

it

it

take a taxi to be the bitch tonight.

repeated twice taxi driver the address, the stare, but takes it to its destination.

Low cab, grabs the door and laugh again.

straightening, hair is removed and turned face.

The street in front of her mouths full of brightly lit engulfed want just a matter of choosing which one.

Go through the cobblestone street, is about to lose his balance several times and finally stumbles and falls, it hurts the knees bare, but nothing hurts, get up and choose a bar of red lights.

Log in and check out, they look at women, men, choose a seat at the bar and sits down, asks for a whiskey and starts to drink while you decide which of these will go bed.

A few minutes about a man and throwing his breath in his face asking how much.

How?

She looks up and realizes he does not know what to say. Tour

face, seeking help from the girl next to him, but this one looks down.

It happens the same with all local women, who look with hostility.

As it is decided, the man turns around and leaves.

There is something odd in that girl.

She tries to get up and follow him, because tonight,

is a bitch

not

is the whore,

whore they all told him it was,

family members,

brought friends,

man more when she was so young,

her first boyfriend,

whore who knows that is

have so often said,

so it made sense ,

many have been treated as such

many have used their body without their consent.

But today, today is different today

has gotten into a bar whores,

a bar of cheap hookers,

like her

the street whores,

in the neighborhood outcasts,

in the world that has always belonged,

but now sleep between silk sheets,

and drink wine expensive

and discuss classical music and works of painters cursed,

that world where only is a faker,

rich man's whore.

Tonight is different,

that will charge for what it is,

tonight is going to launch into the arms of his destiny.

But then, just in front of you see it.

A girl of just 20, bad makeup, wearing a dress too short and too much heel shoes.

sees her and rises,

travels over the surface of the mirror with his trembling fingers,

tried to pull away the hair from her face,

caresses her cheek and looks

long while stroking her reflection.

is not just a girl

the girl who was

which

stole that destroyed

and then realizes

Mascara tears run down the euphoria

too rosy rouge

the lips too red

of the eyelids too black

and think with a wry smile in the mouth

yes,

tonight like a whore,

finally

but a whore sad.

Who would this happen tonight

with the poor sad bitch.

Limp your bag and walk to the exit

reaches a main road and raise your hand to hail a taxi.

taxis pass but do not stop

placed in context

dressed like drunken

who would take tonight.

Go the way with their high heels,

which was bought to go to the Opera

and after much

much

much time,

comes home empty

gets in the shower,

removes makeup

and snuggles between the faces white sheets.

Tomorrow will again be the young lover

important man and no one will ever know

that despite everything he said,

for whore

no good either.

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Hello friends, I tell them that this box did so years ago when I was single, I made several sizes colors to give away to friends, family, and always said I would do one for my daughter when she did, and picture and my daughter is 6 years old and recently I did, but says the saying "better late than never" is so hands on and it is a shoe box, the first of which I lined with sponge, then with cloth and put some ribbons and lace crochet flowers of course, Throw these flowers HERE is a very nice blog PAP has several flowers. Now I will continue doing the same for me jajajajajj.

The boxes can have many uses, this did to save your gogos, obstacles, piranhas, etc.
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I do not know if you know America's best dance crew, a program that airs on MTV and that is our contest where a number of dance groups "street" face and are eliminated.

'm not a big fan of such programs or dance in general, but I must admit I'm completely hooked.

may sound strange in the context, I have to say that today I leave you guys make me mourn.

One thinks of a band of street kids in hip hop dancing and imagine I do not know , rhythm, anger, passion, whatever you want, but that for me, so I am thrilled that make me mourn.

I like knowing that I still find myself descubirendo new things that move me and make me happy.

I've been very happy these weeks watching dance.
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The third episode of rage occurred a few months unleashed jacket after the second, once transferred to a new home, good, home, why we were next to my grandmother was not good enough, apparently to the desire to appear for my father, so being a pompous unoccupied dwelling on the other end of town, we had to move again.

Also, my school had changed its location again.

I was excited, ready to beat a record of destabilizing things around me.

The super house that we moved was a two story building on the ground floor was the owner our house, the typical nosy neighbor and largemouth that any people should have to deign also was the mother of one of my classmates, a girl who is the glue that smelled Imedio as did all the kids, no, she ate it, with that I made it clear now that the girl in question was not the best example of child stability, the poor were fatal.

The case is that the mini I was a pressure cooker about to boom, our home was the day snooping into our lives and then tell all the people and that my father was preparing his final trick escapism, the situation in my house was as least tense.

My father did not swallow anyone in the village, which is very understandable if we consider that it was a crack in handling eggs to people day in and day out, a habit he cultivated with very accurately and hard.

Our home was no exception and we had crossed, just as my father had to cross it.

home So my father put head over heels in front of the burgeoning unstable, no, I do not, the other, the glue, and you know how kids are, they drop everything they hear, commonly used on the least opportune time and place, so we were playing one day she and I in my super terrace when she dropped something like, "my mother says your father is a (insert insult here you prefer) and played as usual.

At that very moment several things happened that I was about to bang a girl that was reserved to the core that said not many though it was happening, the girl's nose me was very unpleasant, I loved my father more than anything in the world and basically, he was more than enough of that infernal town, so that chip is on everyone's head and sometimes crosses, did not cross, not, charred and got up, went to the little room with the broom, I grabbed the broom and without warning gave the girl repellent across the face with the broom, the sweeping means.

The one that was later rolled girl, she screaming, my mother looks, the girl who goes home half blind ran downstairs and chased as if the devil himself, the Her mother is reaching the half-blind, the mother who gets angry and holding up the girl's arm, the girl who does not want to step on the house he inhabits MiniAnticristo, or I, mother pulling of the child until she gets her in my home again, the mother starts to shit in the dead of these, my mother trying to reassure my father who goes and when he learns that nearly blinded the girl instead of trying to reconcile starts defend tooth and nail to attack the child victim, the mother who is about to give you a stroke, my father ever more pissed off the girl's mother, the father of the child who hears the screams and climbs I think my father and his wife are being killed ...

Needless to say after that were the most popular family of people.

My mother was worried that firstborn was a psychopath who enjoyed letting potential blind to the other children and tried by all means find out what had happened to me over the head to do that, my father on the other hand said it was normal that the girl had been herded, which sure I had done something to provoke that way since I was a very quiet girl. That

an adult said it closed a door one day when she still had repellent fingers clinging to a doorway and even so, he goes and closes, so I think that only bad if you would like depues of him with the broom he had cast his eyes with a spoon and that yet, I have not clear.

years later it became clear that no, it was not a psychopath, found that there was no child attacked again, my mother was relieved and assumed it was my kid things that go through a bad time.

Well, one day I threw a bicycle against a piece of furniture with a mirror, but it was a piece of furniture and not a person my mother had me in mind.

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Here again, after 15 days or so is done AMIGURI Challenge hosted by our dear friend and teacher ROMINA, who had the wonderful idea to bring out and encourage them to introduce this technique and involve more experts in the field. This time was to make a star, because here the mine, made a keyring, and I personally love the shirts, put a little pearls ends to provide a way to shine as the stars are so radiant. I also dedicate this star to all the friendly international with the phrase that is more or less well "FRIENDS ARE LIKE THE STARS DO NOT ALWAYS KNOW WHAT YOU SEE BUT ARE ALWAYS THERE."

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