Fidel has inspired me, I
I will FOREVER be a misfit in the U.S. I have never felt for communism or socialism to be anything but CORRECT. After 9 yrs, my disgust for capitalism and individualism has reached its limit. DOMINICANOS TOMEN EL EJEMPLO DE CUBA, LUCHEN POR LO SUYO COÑO Y ¡¡¡Q VIVA FIDEL!!!
ONE RESPONSE TO “CUBA CRITICS WHO ONLY SEE SUNSPOTS”
Moses says:
July 25, 2012 at 7:38 am
Elio, please explain why public works projects under construction in Havana take many years to complete, if ever. Could it be due to the high degree of theft of materials that takes place? Please explain why Cuban buildings less than 80 years old have deteriorated beyond repair, while many comparable European structures more than 300 years old are still functioning office buildings? Is it possibly due to the quality of materiels and the maintenance? Is the pace at which the hospital repairs adequate or are there fewer hospital beds avaible each year? In fact, has the Revolution completed even a single major public works project or a highway system or a railway system? Does even tiny Guanabo have a sewer system yet? What happened to the Olympic stadium? I could go on. Like many revolutionaries, you never let even the truth keep you from seeing the “bright side” of the revolution. A dead sun will continue to give light generations after it has died. The revolution is dead, you just don’t realize it yet.
MY RESPONSE TO MOSES THAT FOR SOME REASON DID NTO GO THROUGH:
Easy answer; the United States is to blame for all that... We supposedly have great hospitals here in the U.S. and yet people die everyday next to their Doctor's because none of them, unless they're Cuban, know what they're doing. I've gathered many examples of this and the ratio to people saved in Cuba overweighs the ones in the U.S....
It's disgusting how you kill yourself trying to pay for health services and get nothing but sure death after pain and torture caused by "medicine" that will supposedly make you "better"... But yeahhhhh the Hospitals here are beautiful! (sarcasm) I'd rather be operated laying flat on cardboard in Cuba by a Doctor who actually studied medicine in Cuba (not NYU or some other crappy University which teaches nothing but how to hand out prescriptions for shit you don't need and will kill you or drive you crazy) than be operated by an ignorant Doctor in an air conditioned hospital.
3.11.2011
"CIVILIZED MAN"
“The Gods Must Be Crazy” (Intro)
It looks like a paradise, but it is the most treacherous desert in the world: The Kalahari. After the short rainy season...
...there are many water holes, and even rivers. But after a few weeks, the water sinks away into the deep Kalahari sand.
The water holes dry and the rivers stop flowing. The grass fades to a beautiful blond colour ...that offers excellent grazing. But for the next nine months, there’ll be no water to drink. So most of the animals move away, leaving the blond grass uneaten.
Humans avoid the Kalahari like the plague because man must have water. So the beautiful landscapes are devoid of people.
Except for the little people of the Kalahari. Pretty, dainty, small and graceful, the Bushmen.
Where any other person would die of thirst in a few days, they live quite contentedly in this desert. They know where to dig for roots and bugs and tubers...and which berries and pods are good to eat.
Of course they know what to do about water. In the early morning, you can collect dewdrops...
...from leaves that were carefully laid out the previous evening. Or a plume of grass can be a reservoir.
If you have the know-how, a clump of twigs can tell you where to dig, and you come to light with an enormous tuber.
You scrape shavings off it with a stick that is split for a sharp edge. You take a handful of the shavings, point your thumb at your mouth and squeeze. They must be the most contented people in the world. They have no crime, no punishment, no violence, no laws...no police, judges, rulers or bosses. They believe that the gods put only good and useful things on the earth for them. In this world of theirs, nothing is bad or evil. Even a poisonous snake is not bad. You just have to keep away from the sharp end. Actually, a snake is very good. In fact, it's delicious. And the skin makes a fine pouch. They live in the vastness of the Kalahari in small family groups. One family of Bushmen might meet up with another once in a few years. But for the most part, they live in complete isolation...unaware there are other people in the world. In the deep Kalahari, there are Bushmen who have not heard of civilized man. Sometimes they hear a thundering sound when there are no clouds. They assume the gods have eaten too much and their tummies are rumbling. Sometimes they can even see the evidence of the Gods' flatulence. Their language has an idiosyncrasy of its own. It seems to consist mainly of clicking sounds. They're very gentle people.
They'll never punish a child or even speak harshly to it. So the kids are extremely well-behaved. Their games are cute and inventive. When the family needs meat...the hunter dips his arrow in a brew that acts as a tranquillizer. When he shoots a buck, it feels a sting and the arrow drops out. The buck runs away, but soon it gets drowsy...and it stops running. After a while, it goes to sleep. The hunter apologizes. He explains that his family needs the meat. The characteristic which really makes them different from all other races ...is that they have no sense of ownership at all. Where they live, there’s nothing you can own. Only trees and grass and animals. These Bushmen have never seen a stone or a rock in their lives. The hardest things they know are wood and bone. They live in a gentle world, where nothing is as hard as rock, steel or concrete.
Only 600 miles to the south, there’s a vast city. And here you find civilized man.
Civilized man refused to adapt himself to his environment. Instead he adapted his environment to suit him. So he built cities, roads, vehicles, machinery. And he put up power lines to run his labour-saving devices. But he didn't know when to stop. The more he improved his surroundings to make life easier...the more complicated he made it. Now his children are sentenced to 10 to 15 years of school, to learn how to survive in this complex and hazardous habitat. And civilized man, who refused to adapt to his surroundings... now finds he has to adapt and re-adapt every hour of the day to his self-created environment.
For instance, if it's Monday...and 7:30 comes up, you have to dis-adapt from your domestic surroundings ...and re-adapt yourself to an entirely different environment.
8:00 means everybody has to look busy.
10:30 means you can stop looking busy for 15 minutes. And then, you have to look busy again.
Your day is chopped into pieces. In each segment of time, you adapt to new circumstances. No wonder some people go off the rails a bit. In the Kalahari, it's always Tuesday, or Thursday if you like. Or Sunday. No clocks or calendars tell you to do this or that.
Lately, strange new things sometimes appeared in the sky. Noisy birds that flew without flapping their wings. One day, something fell from the sky. Xi had never seen anything like this in his life. It looked like water, but it was harder than anything else in the world.
He wondered why the gods had sent this thing down to the earth. It was the strangest and most beautiful thing they had ever seen.
They wondered why the gods had sent it to them. Pabo got his finger stuck in the thing and the children thought he was very funny.
Xi tried the thing out to cure thongs. It had the right shape and weight. It was also beautifully smooth and ideal for curing snakeskin.
And Pabo discovered you could make music on it. And every day they discovered a new use for the thing. It was harder and heavier and smoother than anything they'd ever known. It was the most useful thing the gods had ever given them. A real labour-saving device.
But the gods had been careless. They had sent only one. Now, for the first time, here was a thing that could not be shared ...because there was only one of it. Suddenly, everybody needed it most of the time. A thing they had never needed before became a necessity. And unfamiliar emotions began to stir. A feeling of wanting to own, of not wanting to share. Other new things came. Anger, jealousy, hate and violence. Xi was angry with the gods. He shouted, "Take back your thing! We don't want it! Look at the trouble it brought. "
The gods did not take it back. He shouted, "You must be crazy to send us this thing! Take it back!" Then he shouted, “Look out! Look out!"
But he spoke too late and the thing felled his daughter Dani. Xi carried the thing away from the shelter and buried it. That evening, there was no laughter and no chatter around the family fire. A strange feeling of shame had come over the family... and they were very quiet.
Xi said, "I have buried the thing. It will not make us unhappy again. "
That night, a hyena smelled the blood on the thing, and dug it up. A bad-tempered warthog chased the hyena away and it dropped the thing. The next day, Dani found it. Her brother Toma heard her playing on it and said, "Let me try. Let me try too. "
That night the family was very unhappy.
They began to talk about this thing. They did not have a name for it. They called it the "evil thing.” Gaboo said, "Perhaps the gods were absent-minded...when they dropped the evil thing on the earth. They've always sent only good things, like rain, trees, roots and berries to eat. We are their children and they love us. But now they've sent this evil thing. "
Xi said, "The thing does not belong on the earth. Tomorrow I will take it to the end of the earth and throw it off. "
Gobo said, "I think the end of the earth must be very far. I think you'll have to walk for 40 days. Perhaps (more).
"Xi said, “I will start walking tomorrow. "
THAT "THING" WAS A COCA-COLA BOTTLE.
It looks like a paradise, but it is the most treacherous desert in the world: The Kalahari. After the short rainy season...
...there are many water holes, and even rivers. But after a few weeks, the water sinks away into the deep Kalahari sand.
The water holes dry and the rivers stop flowing. The grass fades to a beautiful blond colour ...that offers excellent grazing. But for the next nine months, there’ll be no water to drink. So most of the animals move away, leaving the blond grass uneaten.
Humans avoid the Kalahari like the plague because man must have water. So the beautiful landscapes are devoid of people.
Except for the little people of the Kalahari. Pretty, dainty, small and graceful, the Bushmen.
Where any other person would die of thirst in a few days, they live quite contentedly in this desert. They know where to dig for roots and bugs and tubers...and which berries and pods are good to eat.
Of course they know what to do about water. In the early morning, you can collect dewdrops...
...from leaves that were carefully laid out the previous evening. Or a plume of grass can be a reservoir.
If you have the know-how, a clump of twigs can tell you where to dig, and you come to light with an enormous tuber.
You scrape shavings off it with a stick that is split for a sharp edge. You take a handful of the shavings, point your thumb at your mouth and squeeze. They must be the most contented people in the world. They have no crime, no punishment, no violence, no laws...no police, judges, rulers or bosses. They believe that the gods put only good and useful things on the earth for them. In this world of theirs, nothing is bad or evil. Even a poisonous snake is not bad. You just have to keep away from the sharp end. Actually, a snake is very good. In fact, it's delicious. And the skin makes a fine pouch. They live in the vastness of the Kalahari in small family groups. One family of Bushmen might meet up with another once in a few years. But for the most part, they live in complete isolation...unaware there are other people in the world. In the deep Kalahari, there are Bushmen who have not heard of civilized man. Sometimes they hear a thundering sound when there are no clouds. They assume the gods have eaten too much and their tummies are rumbling. Sometimes they can even see the evidence of the Gods' flatulence. Their language has an idiosyncrasy of its own. It seems to consist mainly of clicking sounds. They're very gentle people.
They'll never punish a child or even speak harshly to it. So the kids are extremely well-behaved. Their games are cute and inventive. When the family needs meat...the hunter dips his arrow in a brew that acts as a tranquillizer. When he shoots a buck, it feels a sting and the arrow drops out. The buck runs away, but soon it gets drowsy...and it stops running. After a while, it goes to sleep. The hunter apologizes. He explains that his family needs the meat. The characteristic which really makes them different from all other races ...is that they have no sense of ownership at all. Where they live, there’s nothing you can own. Only trees and grass and animals. These Bushmen have never seen a stone or a rock in their lives. The hardest things they know are wood and bone. They live in a gentle world, where nothing is as hard as rock, steel or concrete.
Only 600 miles to the south, there’s a vast city. And here you find civilized man.
Civilized man refused to adapt himself to his environment. Instead he adapted his environment to suit him. So he built cities, roads, vehicles, machinery. And he put up power lines to run his labour-saving devices. But he didn't know when to stop. The more he improved his surroundings to make life easier...the more complicated he made it. Now his children are sentenced to 10 to 15 years of school, to learn how to survive in this complex and hazardous habitat. And civilized man, who refused to adapt to his surroundings... now finds he has to adapt and re-adapt every hour of the day to his self-created environment.
For instance, if it's Monday...and 7:30 comes up, you have to dis-adapt from your domestic surroundings ...and re-adapt yourself to an entirely different environment.
8:00 means everybody has to look busy.
10:30 means you can stop looking busy for 15 minutes. And then, you have to look busy again.
Your day is chopped into pieces. In each segment of time, you adapt to new circumstances. No wonder some people go off the rails a bit. In the Kalahari, it's always Tuesday, or Thursday if you like. Or Sunday. No clocks or calendars tell you to do this or that.
Lately, strange new things sometimes appeared in the sky. Noisy birds that flew without flapping their wings. One day, something fell from the sky. Xi had never seen anything like this in his life. It looked like water, but it was harder than anything else in the world.
He wondered why the gods had sent this thing down to the earth. It was the strangest and most beautiful thing they had ever seen.
They wondered why the gods had sent it to them. Pabo got his finger stuck in the thing and the children thought he was very funny.
Xi tried the thing out to cure thongs. It had the right shape and weight. It was also beautifully smooth and ideal for curing snakeskin.
And Pabo discovered you could make music on it. And every day they discovered a new use for the thing. It was harder and heavier and smoother than anything they'd ever known. It was the most useful thing the gods had ever given them. A real labour-saving device.
But the gods had been careless. They had sent only one. Now, for the first time, here was a thing that could not be shared ...because there was only one of it. Suddenly, everybody needed it most of the time. A thing they had never needed before became a necessity. And unfamiliar emotions began to stir. A feeling of wanting to own, of not wanting to share. Other new things came. Anger, jealousy, hate and violence. Xi was angry with the gods. He shouted, "Take back your thing! We don't want it! Look at the trouble it brought. "
The gods did not take it back. He shouted, "You must be crazy to send us this thing! Take it back!" Then he shouted, “Look out! Look out!"
But he spoke too late and the thing felled his daughter Dani. Xi carried the thing away from the shelter and buried it. That evening, there was no laughter and no chatter around the family fire. A strange feeling of shame had come over the family... and they were very quiet.
Xi said, "I have buried the thing. It will not make us unhappy again. "
That night, a hyena smelled the blood on the thing, and dug it up. A bad-tempered warthog chased the hyena away and it dropped the thing. The next day, Dani found it. Her brother Toma heard her playing on it and said, "Let me try. Let me try too. "
That night the family was very unhappy.
They began to talk about this thing. They did not have a name for it. They called it the "evil thing.” Gaboo said, "Perhaps the gods were absent-minded...when they dropped the evil thing on the earth. They've always sent only good things, like rain, trees, roots and berries to eat. We are their children and they love us. But now they've sent this evil thing. "
Xi said, "The thing does not belong on the earth. Tomorrow I will take it to the end of the earth and throw it off. "
Gobo said, "I think the end of the earth must be very far. I think you'll have to walk for 40 days. Perhaps (more).
"Xi said, “I will start walking tomorrow. "
THAT "THING" WAS A COCA-COLA BOTTLE.
1.27.2011
Duarte
Forjaste el camino hacia nuestra independencia,
por ti somos hoy libres, vivimos en un país soberano, pues tú;
como buen Dominicano (o ciudadano), para con tu pueblo,
nunca mostraste negligencia.
Es difícil compartir con esta audiencia,
el sentimiento de Patria que emanas.
Inspiraste almas lejanas, países cercanos,
vecinos y hermanos.
Hoy día tu ausencia es evidente, hemos ido perdiendo paulatinamente;
la solidaridad, el patriotismo, la integridad y valentía, tanto ya
que en nuestra sociedad, no existe la sabiduría,
carecemos de identidad y hermandad,
carecemos... de lo que nos unía.
¡Juan Pablo Duarte, cuánta falta nos haces!
por ti somos hoy libres, vivimos en un país soberano, pues tú;
como buen Dominicano (o ciudadano), para con tu pueblo,
nunca mostraste negligencia.
Es difícil compartir con esta audiencia,
el sentimiento de Patria que emanas.
Inspiraste almas lejanas, países cercanos,
vecinos y hermanos.
Hoy día tu ausencia es evidente, hemos ido perdiendo paulatinamente;
la solidaridad, el patriotismo, la integridad y valentía, tanto ya
que en nuestra sociedad, no existe la sabiduría,
carecemos de identidad y hermandad,
carecemos... de lo que nos unía.
¡Juan Pablo Duarte, cuánta falta nos haces!
1.03.2011
11.25.2010
stupidity
Everything I once thought was common sense, is apparently what most people have to
learn at school. Just when you thought the bar couldn't go any lower..."Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good About Themselves But Can't Read, Write, or Add" by Charles J. Sykes (Read It)
learn at school. Just when you thought the bar couldn't go any lower..."Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good About Themselves But Can't Read, Write, or Add" by Charles J. Sykes (Read It)
10.30.2010
TRIP TO DR
QUERIDOS AMIGUITOS/AS:
Como algunos ya sabran, estoy haciendo un "serrucho" para ir a Sto Dgo d Dic 12 hasta el 22. Se les agradece lo q puedan cooperar (aunque sea el precio de una jumbo q en realidad no se cuanto cuesta ahora mismo jeje)
***Dejenme aclarar, pq ya me han preguntado mucho, cuando hablo d cooperacion hablo de PESOS DOMINICANOS, no dolares***
Mi mami me ha prestado su cuenta en el banco popular para ahí poder reunir los fondos. La cuenta esta a nombre d Antonia Montisano #754709251. Lo unico q les pido es q lo depositen tan pronto puedan ya q esta es la epoca en la q los vuelos suben d precio con rapidez.
No es relajo, sinceramente quiero ir a visitar a todos mis amigos y mi familia q tengo años sin ver pero lamentablemente no me tocan vacaciones pagas, por ende tendre q costearme unos cuantos dias fuera del trabajo.
Un abrazo y Besos mis amoresesesesessssssssss, ailobiumakeldiablo!!! Msg me si tienen preguntas.
Como algunos ya sabran, estoy haciendo un "serrucho" para ir a Sto Dgo d Dic 12 hasta el 22. Se les agradece lo q puedan cooperar (aunque sea el precio de una jumbo q en realidad no se cuanto cuesta ahora mismo jeje)
***Dejenme aclarar, pq ya me han preguntado mucho, cuando hablo d cooperacion hablo de PESOS DOMINICANOS, no dolares***
Mi mami me ha prestado su cuenta en el banco popular para ahí poder reunir los fondos. La cuenta esta a nombre d Antonia Montisano #754709251. Lo unico q les pido es q lo depositen tan pronto puedan ya q esta es la epoca en la q los vuelos suben d precio con rapidez.
No es relajo, sinceramente quiero ir a visitar a todos mis amigos y mi familia q tengo años sin ver pero lamentablemente no me tocan vacaciones pagas, por ende tendre q costearme unos cuantos dias fuera del trabajo.
Un abrazo y Besos mis amoresesesesessssssssss, ailobiumakeldiablo!!! Msg me si tienen preguntas.
Riddle me this: what the hell constitutes "common sense" or "general knowledge" in this country? How can time management or critical thinking be part of a class or a whole 4 CREDIT COURSE at an "Ivy League" university? Shouldn't u know this shyt by now if you're in college? dike MBA (master's in business administration) u should kill yourself if u had to go to school
10.29.2010
10.20.2010
Sniper
So it turns out that the sniper from DC was never debriefed or put in treatment although he was diagnosed with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) after returning from the war in Saudi Arabia. NOT ONLY THAT but the army allowed him to take home his M-16 with which he threatened his wife on various occasions. The wife went to the police several times to notify them of domestic abuse but because there was no physical evidence they said they could not take action, in other words, they couldn't help her.
Ok, let's get this straight now; the government creates these monstrous killing machines and releases them out to the streets only to later wonder WHY THESE PEOPLE GO OUT ON SHOOTING RAMPAGES.
Ok, let's get this straight now; the government creates these monstrous killing machines and releases them out to the streets only to later wonder WHY THESE PEOPLE GO OUT ON SHOOTING RAMPAGES.
it was a simpler time...
"...A long time ago... before gays were all up in your face about it..." so starts the FamGuy version of Starwars "Something, something something... Darkside"... this has inspired me... So, since gays get to have their own parade and get to say "We're here, we're queer..." and all that good stuff... I'm about to start a movement, for the first STRAIGHT DAY PRIDE PARADE. We'll start by wearing t-shirts that say: "IM STRAIGHT, DONT HATE". who's with me bitches?!
10.15.2010
u know what really grinds my gears?
Why is it always the rich kids who try to act all bohemian n' shyt? it's like Andy Warhol all over again...over-fcking-rated. If u don't want your trust fund $$ I'll b glad to take it. While you're trynna be "unique" and disobey mommy & daddy to prove you're a "rebel" u lil punk-ass bitch, I can name about a million other sleeve-tattooed-junkies of below average intelligence doing the same in one borough alone.
8.17.2010
10.09.2008
Para los que creen...
Señor, ellos piensan que te engañan con asistir a la iglesia los Domingos… Orando y poniéndole las manos en la frente a la gente, pisando fuerte y saltando, fingiendo que tienen dentro al Espíritu Santo. Pero es delgado el hilo entre decirlo y hacerlo, darlo y vivirlo, a simular que todo está bien.
¿Será que de verdad creían que pondrían el velo sobre tus ojos, Señor?
¿De veras pensaron que al fingir serían salvados, amparados y recompensados?
…¡Sería lo más extraño que he escrito hasta hoy!
Y quizá luego de esto, mucha gente en mi contra estará, pero luego de esto solo a ti responderé, Señor.
Así que, ya, me decidí; iré a la iglesia este Domingo y cantaré una canción que talvez ofenda y hiera los sentimientos de unos cuantos a ver si les hace pensar, a ver si hago bien y no mal..
Ay Señor, como sucede en el cielo, yo espero que comprendan lo mucho que desencantan a un simple pecador como yo.
¿Señor, y a quién piensan que timan, cantando alabanzas repletas de gloria, cuando luego en el mundo es otra historia?
Se me agotan las personas que algún día por mi rezarán…
No es que ansíe aparentar ser ejemplo del hombre perfecto, pero creo firmemente que si lo hablas debes hacerlo y no predicarlo el día entero. Pues si te contradices como hipócrita quedarás, y correrás el riesgo de alejar algunas de las personas más bellas de tu vida. Y nunca ha sido mi intención desanimarte o dudar de tu fé, sino estimularte a que tu vida cambies.
¡Sería lo más real que he escrito hasta hoy día!
¿Será que de verdad creían que pondrían el velo sobre tus ojos, Señor?
¿De veras pensaron que al fingir serían salvados, amparados y recompensados?
…¡Sería lo más extraño que he escrito hasta hoy!
Y quizá luego de esto, mucha gente en mi contra estará, pero luego de esto solo a ti responderé, Señor.
Así que, ya, me decidí; iré a la iglesia este Domingo y cantaré una canción que talvez ofenda y hiera los sentimientos de unos cuantos a ver si les hace pensar, a ver si hago bien y no mal..
Ay Señor, como sucede en el cielo, yo espero que comprendan lo mucho que desencantan a un simple pecador como yo.
¿Señor, y a quién piensan que timan, cantando alabanzas repletas de gloria, cuando luego en el mundo es otra historia?
Se me agotan las personas que algún día por mi rezarán…
No es que ansíe aparentar ser ejemplo del hombre perfecto, pero creo firmemente que si lo hablas debes hacerlo y no predicarlo el día entero. Pues si te contradices como hipócrita quedarás, y correrás el riesgo de alejar algunas de las personas más bellas de tu vida. Y nunca ha sido mi intención desanimarte o dudar de tu fé, sino estimularte a que tu vida cambies.
¡Sería lo más real que he escrito hasta hoy día!
7.16.2008
Does it really matter?
Aunque te parezca un tanto insensible,
me gusta la idea de verte triste...
Aunque te parezca que soy egoísta,
me gusta la idea de verte llorar.
Aunque aparente ser cínica y que tus sentimientos no me han de importar,
me gusta la idea de saber que estás vivo,
me gusta saber que eres real.
me gusta la idea de verte triste...
Aunque te parezca que soy egoísta,
me gusta la idea de verte llorar.
Aunque aparente ser cínica y que tus sentimientos no me han de importar,
me gusta la idea de saber que estás vivo,
me gusta saber que eres real.
7.07.2007
is it wrong???
why do I sometimes feel like I do what I do, because I owe it to someone, or because I the world owes me... is that ethically or morally wrong? who is even to say what is wrong with this, if anything?
is it rationalization or is it justification for my actions?
is it rationalization or is it justification for my actions?
7.06.2007
Co0lnesS!!
you know what's really cool... when you know the "other side" of a person that no one else knows about... and you know what's even better, when they bring out that side in you...
call it what you may
call it what you may
7.01.2007
the highlight of my night
So I went to Roxy (that stupid ass night club) last night and I was so bored and annoyed I went to the bathroom when I didn't even have to pee... I just stood there in the stall basking in my glorious "jumo" -for lack of a better word- and when I came out my friend was waiting for me, and the lady that gives you paper towels when you wash your hands said she liked my earrings.. and me, not giving a fuck as usual, took 'em off and gave them to her... I didn't think it was a big deal, she didn't wanna take them from me, but I told her I had 2 pairs.. then she took them, but for some reason I guess she felt like she had to give me something... so he gave me a full pack of Eclipse gum... the kind I actually like =D
AND THAT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY NIGHT
The End
AND THAT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY NIGHT
The End
4.09.2007
LA NIÑA DE GUATEMALA
Quiero, a la sombra de un ala,
contar este cuento en flor:
la niña de Guatemala,
la que se murió de amor.
Eran de lirios los ramos;
y las orlas de reseda
y de jazmín; la enterramos
en una caja de seda...
Ella dio al desmemoriado
una almohadilla de olor;
él volvió, volvió casado;
ella se murió de amor.
Iban cargándola en andas
obispos y embajadores;
detrás iba el pueblo en tandas,
todo cargado de flores...
Ella, por volverlo a ver,
salió a verlo al mirador;
él volvió con su mujer,
ella se murió de amor.
Como de bronce candente,
al beso de despedida,
era su frente —¡la frente
que más he amado en mi vida!...
Se entró de tarde en el río,
la sacó muerta el doctor;
dicen que murió de frío,
yo sé que murió de amor.
Allí, en la bóveda helada,
la pusieron en dos bancos:
besé su mano afilada,
besé sus zapatos blancos.
Callado, al oscurecer,
me llamó el enterrador;
nunca más he vuelto a ver
a la que murió de amor.
is this how I'm gonna die?
contar este cuento en flor:
la niña de Guatemala,
la que se murió de amor.
Eran de lirios los ramos;
y las orlas de reseda
y de jazmín; la enterramos
en una caja de seda...
Ella dio al desmemoriado
una almohadilla de olor;
él volvió, volvió casado;
ella se murió de amor.
Iban cargándola en andas
obispos y embajadores;
detrás iba el pueblo en tandas,
todo cargado de flores...
Ella, por volverlo a ver,
salió a verlo al mirador;
él volvió con su mujer,
ella se murió de amor.
Como de bronce candente,
al beso de despedida,
era su frente —¡la frente
que más he amado en mi vida!...
Se entró de tarde en el río,
la sacó muerta el doctor;
dicen que murió de frío,
yo sé que murió de amor.
Allí, en la bóveda helada,
la pusieron en dos bancos:
besé su mano afilada,
besé sus zapatos blancos.
Callado, al oscurecer,
me llamó el enterrador;
nunca más he vuelto a ver
a la que murió de amor.
is this how I'm gonna die?
3.23.2007
haha new freakin barbie
is this some hallucinogenic shit or what?
check this out, right...this barbie you see towards your right ------>>>
Includes:Light brown handbag purse
Red heel platform sandals
Golden tan puppy dog pet with red satin leash
Red water/food dog dish
Box of dog treats
Red and pink dog bed
only for about $10-$15 and guess-the-fuck-what? it comes with a dog that REALLY POOPS!!!
It actually takes a dump man...can u believe this?
they say the 2010 barbie is actually gonna be able to regurgitate. (that means vomit, u dumb ass)
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