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A drop of blood flowed slowly through your ear up to the ear. The bleeding was too serious to think about survival, but it was still a little breath of life that encouraged him not to surrender. Her eyes reflected the image of a being located in front of her with so little clarity that could not focus her face. See how varied the Just as the pendulum of a clock. He looked like a dead body abandoned to the will of the wind.

not remember anything of what had happened, but I could feel an unbearable burning pain in the face, perhaps the aftermath of a punch. He was too weak to move a muscle, to express their grief in a grimace and even less to get up or yell for help. He was badly injured, but he understood that he could do nothing but wait for the inevitable arrival of death. Beyond there was nothing, or perhaps perfect. The fact is that now was not the time to think about it.

breathing room in the still heat of battle, blood accumulated hits beaten in her sweet face. The femininity of his features was delicious, incomparable. And what about your body. It would have been honored for best classical poets as the eighth wonder. Why did you kill that bastard?

her, but did not know, was visited by the Grim Reaper as he watched her boyfriend's body hanging from the ceiling. Thinking he had killed her after a considerable amount of physical brutality, decided to end his life. Today

are still left in that room. It could be anywhere, at any property in any city in this country. If you notice an unbearable stench, a sign of death, notify the police.

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I was one night in April 1955 in a small concert hall in Detroit, Michigan, USA. On stage, a jazz band made up exclusively of black musicians delighted the audience completely delivered. The trumpet notes popped one gin and tonic while my glass was falling in every sip. I could see the curtains harmonic described by the piano, drums and bass while a railway line marked rhythm, a base that ranged from swing to bebop with an ease comparable to that of a river that suddenly draws a sharp bend in its course.

gradually approaching the end of the piece. In that instant, the trumpeter, one David Miles, grabbed a glass of water that had been drinking all night and threw him to the ground with unprecedented fury. There was a silence. Other musicians stayed completely still, as a sculptural group, while their leader kept a furious stare into the audience, composed entirely of whites.

"You who live comfortably in the homes of movie, you have no trouble making ends meet, you laugh at the black every day, segregáis my race, a race even more americana que la vuestra, pues nosotros llevamos siglos trabajando vuestras tierras mientras los blancos os dedicáis a rezongar en el sofá o en cualquier tasca. Ahora que habéis descubierto nuestra música y tratáis de imitarla inútilmente nos negáis acceder a los locales donde vamos a actuar por la puerta principal, nos cobráis por un mísero vaso de agua y nos ofrecéis unos honorarios de mierda comparados con los ingresos que recibís por cada concierto que ofrecemos. Nosotros somos el Black Power y nuestra gente se identifica con nuestra música, el jazz en todo su ámbito, porque ven en ella la furia contenida bajo nuestra oscura piel tras tanto tiempo de desidia hacia nosotros. No defendemos la violencia, sólo we want equality. "

on the street could hear the sound coming from a police siren. It was clear that someone had warned. However, none of the musicians tried to flee. The owner of the gambling den, hidden behind the bar, fearful of what might happen, he quickly phoned the cops, but nobody made a single violent act, no one raised a fist and waved an insult. Outside, a crowd of blacks at the door swirled concerned about what might happen to their idol. The police broke with his usual rudeness as everyone watched what happened stunned around us. handcuffed the whole band and took them out of the room in a blink of an eye. Outside, the crowd shouted exalted and clearly heard shots in the air of the riot.

I rose from my site without completing the gin and tonic and I joined my fellow blacks.

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23 winters I fall today. I'm hopelessly approaching the fourth century, but hey, I'm not depressed because now I'm even old enough to be happy for years and not meet restármelos when a girl asks me how many I have. I will continue enjoying the day and do not write that well I did this morning going to school.

Best wishes for all

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When truly began this period of crisis, when Lehman Brothers went bankrupt and we drop the pyramid had been built Madoff based on anything, when Obama became president and it seemed that all hope good people were to be made, we realized over the months that none of our dreams would be fulfilled.

saw that those responsible for the plight of millions of people returned to their old ways, how the status quo was maintained above restrictions now terrible for the ordinary citizen. We saw workers' rights achieved after many years of struggle were going to ruin not only our country but also in others around us.

But mostly, what we saw here was an apathetic society, masochistic, suicidal. We saw from our sofas and do nothing to prevent it, how a socialist government that is said will eliminate our aspirations to live in dignity, how anointed money to banks and corporations to mend his excesses, his desire for wealth and greed, fucking misery. We saw the main opposition party enjoyed all the dirty work that was taking off the government, how to put obstacles only possible agreements and gloated leader boasting of his rivals to win the next election any candidate.

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We also saw how serious crimes of corruption and how the righteous, those who uphold justice have been forced to emigrate because fascists control the judicial system of our country. We saw how religious pedophiles escaped justice protected by their leader and how a country finally collapsed, was found adrift now, almost since its inception. We saw the repression in countries that call themselves democratic, but which are nothing but a theocracy in the service of God no longer protects.

mourn saw oil into the sea, birds and fish die in one of the worst environmental disasters in history, we saw every day in the newspaper assassinations, air strikes in neighboring countries, tensions, and fortunately for the moment, no pass that.

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saw great beings who always fought for freedom, who sang for dignity and tolerance, which used the word as a means peacemaker among men.

Now in this new year, we have to follow the example and learn from our mistakes. We have to take to the streets and tell the drive that we then are not things that Real power resides with the people. We have the ability to drop their benefits to extreme lengths, to give them, in an unparalleled explosion, a host will not forget in your life.

The time has come and I've been wanting to make war.

get up, fellas.