Cuanto quisiera
poder revivir, aquel ayer
que vivimos tu yo...
de ti aprendi...el goce de vivir
amar, reir...conocer la verdad...
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IT WORKS IN DEMOCRACY....no kid gloves treatment
Tomado de The New York Times...hoy sep.30-2006
Obtencion de RESULTADOS va siempre asociado a una politica de , no exactamente
guantes de terciopelo.....aun en democracia !!!
CORPORAL PUNISHMENT WORKS
In Many Public Schools, the Paddle Is No Relic
By RICK LYMAN
Corporal punishment remains alive, particularly in rural parts of the South and the lower Midwest, where it is not only legal, but also widely practiced.
"I'm a big fan. I know it can be abused. But if used properly, along with other punishments, a few pops can help turn a school around. It's had a huge effect here."
ANTHONY PRICE, a middle school principal, on the corporal punishment he recently reinstated.
NADA QUE CONTAR
si hoy escucho mil palabras
que me dicen tantas cosas
solo se que ya no tengo
ni tus labios, ni tu boca, ni tu mirada
Pense que me querias
bien se que no es asi,
ligada a otra vida,
otros brazos, otra realidad
como?..donde?, todo vino a decantar...?
Te quise...
como se quiere deveras
cuando se ama un mujer
de por vida
Mas luego, solo tristes despertares
si no estas mas junto a mi...
que hare sin ti?
No tengo nada que contar...
ni a quien cantarle mi cancion....
Habra una nueva ilusion?
recomenzar?
redescubrir que la vida es asi!!!
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NERUDA......por supuesto
Nina morena y agil,
el sol que hace las frutas,
el que cuaja los trigos,
el que tuerce las algas....
hizo tu cuerpo alegre,
tus luminosos ojos..
y tu boca que tiene
la sonrisa del agua
Un sol negro y ansioso
se te arrolla en las hebras
de la negra melena,
cuando estiras los brazos...
Tu juegas con el sol
como con un estero
y el te deja en los ojos
dos oscuros remansos..
Nina morena y agil,
nada hacia ti me acerca..
todo de ti me aleja,
como del mediodia.
Eres la delirante
juventud de la abeja...
la embriaguez de la ola..
la fuerza de la espiga.
Mi corazon sombrio,
te busca sin embargo,
y amo tu cuerpo alegre,
tu voz suelta y delgada.
Mariposa morena,
dulce y definitiva,
como el trigal y el sol,
la amapola y el agua....
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Loving children once......
the question of when children became adults. When the sweetness, candor,
innocence, spontaneity and charm disappear from the child as he grows into
adulthood. All the glory,the souvenirs of past years that is shown in old family
photos,a father and mother surrounded by two, three loving, playful, smiling,
happy children...that in years to come will be the fathers , the mothers , the grand-
parents and grandomothers of new generations of children, and so on...
It is not that fathers and mothers become old. This is a natural process, it is the
cycle of life. The more important question is where are those happy, innocent and
loving faces , or traces, or even shadows thereof, now present in the faces of
the now parents and mother, grandfathers and gandmothers? Of course the wear and tear
will show in many ways as the years go by in their bodies ., faces and behavior .
However.. must those beautyful features of the young child be gone forever? must all
grown ups entirely
be ridden of those children body and features that they retained and was theirs only at one
period of time in their lifetime? No single feature retained? Must the happy-go-lucky
atittude of those children, their smiling faces and innocence and naivity be gone forever?
What happened in the intervenng years? Not that we want to have grown up children...
grant you..but in so many parents or grandparents there seems to have completely
dissapeared most if not all of the traces to a point where one wonders how is it that
this man's features are so dissimilar to those shown in the family album when he was
a beautiful 3 year-old youngster.!!!
It is fatherhood that has taken over...and when that happens there is no going back!!!
Do these 2 women resemble each other?
They are ONE person at 12 and 30 years of age.
Along Afghanistan's War-torn Frontier, June 1985. National GeographicUSA TODAY, National Geographic "Tracks down Afghan girl"
TE QUIERO...ME QUIERES?
HE TOLD ME 'I LOVE YOU'
These are the lyrics for the song 'what it's like' (...does anyone know it? )
it's fiction but not far from reality...it depicts a real life situation, a happening
far too prevalent ......
I found this apropriate to the question of unwanted pregnancy among young,
uneducated, uninformed, unwilling sometimes...family daughters
A pill is being made available to prevent it...available to 14 year-old minors!!!
A question: can condoms also be available to youngsters and forced by law
to use them under a legal provision that would impose severe penalties for
the infringment thereof? Will just one of the actors be sanctioned while the
other participants just look on?
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"What It's Like"
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied
[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like [X4]
To have to lose...
[Thanks to mari_arce@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
