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How far have we come?
hungry cannibals, hatred, anger, bitterness ... greed. Killing for killing, by a river, for oil, for a few coins ... with excuses and no regrets ... We kill because we think we can, because we played in control with neighboring ... because we want more, and ended up being less ... Much less, tens of thousands less ...
How many more lives must we lose men until they understand that violence does not get us anywhere? How many innocent children have to pay for the selfishness of a few? How did we reach us by the most primitive instinct and become murderers? Murderers of lives and dreams. Future murderers.
For what does this girl in the picture that lies dead because of some bombing, with foreign debt, nuclear, oil and terrorism? Children only know of games and fun are the big the damn troglodytes that we tread between us brains.
When will we learn?
This world is rotten from head to toe ... War only leads another war ... and the cessation of violence is becoming more distant.
When will we learn to live in peace?
When will we learn that the first barrier of segregation are the nationalities and borders ... and we are all brothers for the simple fact of being human.
When will we learn to love instead of violence and war?

When?


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Mapuche Child, Part I

Posted July 22, 2008 in Villa La Angostura.
At the Mapuche community, I found the following sign:

Welcome to LOF
Paichil-Antriao
The Mapuche live
fight goes on and
Petu mongueleyin (we're still alive)

Child Mapuche Part I

In your eyes I see the sadness, my child, knowing that this land was irrigated with native blood of your people, tears were shed sisters on these minefields memories. Of which nothing remains today the strong sun that decorates the sky, now there are gates , wire and iron.

Somebody explain to me sir, please, what all those signs, how can any man be master of the lakes, air and soil?.

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Seeking pastures that were my home, I search but can not find. I find only crumbs of bread or "No Trespassing on this ground." "Private property" in the corner read, "No entry for all others" I have to relist the heart to feel that this is again ours.

Belèn

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hours vanish like stanzas of a song, cigarette butts accumulate in the ashtray and I speak with irony as light a smudge.
laughed a lot, cite quotations and known to us ... we played the trick.
Mates come and go as often as it allows the kettle ... how many turkeys as hours is night.
Amid all this fuss I stop and think and smile: I know I chose the best.
Life is a narrow road, it rises in which it may cost us continue ... and in it we find distances away, discussions, differences ... But behind the rise is the fall, like after the rain is the watchman. And that's the most beautiful in the world. speak with pride of my friends because it led in all the times we live together ...

You have very light, and her give clarity to the darkness that pervades this time. You have a supernatural power that comes from your body, a force capable of revolutionizing all hearts, and if you are able to do that how will not be able to revolutionize the world!. Fights against hunger, against laziness, struggles because you know it's wrong, it's not fair ... Because the differences are that this country is rotten and fall at the lack ... and despite the billions of obstacles do not you surrender.
You have the right word for the right time. Speak only what we can bear, and the rest will be seen below ...
silently hugged me when I needed you, you pressed me so hard and gave me so calm for a moment I felt that I was still stroking my cousin was still beside me. I spoke of that proceeding, which then seemed impossible ... and now I'm here, and I have a moral obligation to thank all the energy you gave me to do so.

Many times we have discussed, you know, I do not want to twist your arm and you're the final decision. But always with respect and showing two different positions ...

- - -

start feeling melancholy you're away, and I miss you so much.
I still have to tell you that I admire very much and I thank the sun to be my friend. I love you with all my heart Shangui.

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I want to break my piggy, I want to travel and fly.
I want to sleep tonight in your arms, I hold you tight and feel trapped in your room blue.
I want my family to be happy.
I want you to end a hunger in my people and we can all sleep on a mattress.
want to die and be born a thousand times in every beat of my motherland.
I want to run barefoot through the wet grass in the morning.
I want to get your eyes and you reach the mine.
I get to the moon with one poetry and melt it. I will go
the sky and see if the god of those who believe there is, and if so ... ask if you are blind to not see so much misery.
I will go to heaven also to hug my cousin and tell him how much I miss him.
I want to tell a story at bedtime, in his eternal sleep and curl up beside him, without anyone stopping me.
I want to kiss your lips warm and sincere.
I keep my lifelong friends because they are the most beautiful.
I want respect for elders as they deserve.
I have many children.
I want us to forget the races and awards and so live as true brothers.
I we make love, not war.
want to be happy.
my heart I always feel love.


You see, I have much to do ... morning I get up at dawn.

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Full my mate.
to the tip to the edge.
A drop more
and would overflow and ruin the moment.
One down, and had felt like a little more.
to the limit,
always risking everything:
to my mate.
always betting the head,
ribs and heart. Putting
full my forehead and waiting for the gun
before losing ideals. Putting
hands
but want to stop the wall:
prefer starting my teeth ... to think what would have been if he had tried .

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Anachronism

The nobodies that from time to time we get someone. The others, we will be yesterday tomorrow ... the free time. The anachronistic.

lights on and the show begins. whispers are heard, old friends ...

Suddenly, the darkness.

The mind turns white as a sheet while the senses become dumb, stupid ... no music, no voices, no people. Only element and acrobat.

Oblivion is present and takes the sorrows, problems and pains that affect us.

not think nothing more than to enjoy the happiness that we produce. The adrenaline that follows us ... dizziness, the emptiness and sometimes the explosion.

A group of lunatics who seek to be happy. The sane from the insane again.

We

above.

Above their heads, holding the ropes. We may head there who think we will end without a head, and others who we have lost ( and repeat them: the group of wise fools!); yet we see that above the rest. Seeking the knowing glances of the people.

Tinmarincorvaenunapierna and are now pointing to the ground with the nose, touching the earth with the tip, about to sneeze.

Looks are applause.

We also embrace his eyes and outline a slight smile, because the satisfaction of feeling the warmth of who enjoys it is worthy of a great joy.

of us who got together to twirl from time to time. We like you, because the bigger the role life, and in our country only survive acrobats and juggling ... in this country .. of the sane mad.

Wild Thornberry Wildlife

Oblivion leans to me and is silent. I had no choice but to open the door and beg comfort. Drastic
your method of self-love, silly, cynical, childish. We are no longer
for bull nor sarcasm. Or at least I'm not. Why did you say in silence what could you tell me your ear?

Now is the time to be silent. It is not easy to find words, and born to me, they do so without force and with the wind.

Gone is the train that took us to target, the two. You
dismissal at the station, and I wish you a nice trip. To other arms, other kisses ... to other moons and dawns ...
I embrace you with his eyes because the illusion that I was overwhelmed and inspired this time was the glory of thy name, and today is the sigh of a gull migrates. You
dismissal with nostalgia but smiling. It was time to cut the umbilical cord about me linking to your echo.

climb on the train and walk away. Your shadow will slowly blurring leaving a soft twilight of summer following your steps ... In the following platform
hope mine. I take my backpack and my books, I have to trova and the guerrillas in song, the pen and the sweetness of the kisses that I expect.

is made at night with calm and clarity is becoming sarcastic laugh of the night. All that one day we went, it becomes that no longer make ...

How To Relieve Pressure

is time to seek new air. Visiting exotic
roads may lead me to find old memories.
Or not. Focus
life away ...
need to grab my backpack and take flight;
to all or to nowhere.
need to spread my wings and fly
throw me off the ground memories, to live
away from this confusion
eternal.
To live in freedom.

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Silence.
My room is calm and clear ... My fingers tremble when writing, as yesterday, as usual. Today
prefer silence and caution. Learning to think with your head.
From time are, Galeano says, his mouth, his feet.
And although I do not understand the vicious circle of the game, I will not dive into the spiral. I do not think you once again ... at the conclusion of these letters. Dismissal your presence until who knows when.
moon will know if you ever come back ... know the night if my arms will be happy to embrace.
silence and I will know that we were wrong, as often as we bet a new beginning.
prefer playing, and I have a head that bet.

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D ecid to risk everything, I waited in a bar, and running awkwardly ran to find the shadow of yesterday ... Were the cause and result of my tears recurrent and persistent ... I did mourn. Fully nailed a dagger in my self ... brutally murdered respect Drop I caressed her, and go let me go.
And what fault I have, if I can not forget pride?.
My love, says Silvio, is a sun on for who deserves love ... Do not ever become the shadow of a plain love ... coat my kisses will never be a memory ... Make no mistake that does not manage my time
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now write to the beat of a song by Ismael, suggesting that he sings one of Silvio ... and the sweet melody firing the wreckage.

Up here I come, sir .. Now wait another ship.