Monday, January 25, 2010

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Mexico, "I believe in you

Mexico, I believe in you
softness in the country who sing in chorus
While your access to it are so harsh.
I believe in your desire to give yourself
laws And the men who change every time, depending on group interests.
I believe in your law, provided that such law suits
Because then I say: to hell with the institutions.
I believe in your wisdom to give yourself laws, federal, state, local and community, and your wisdom to change when people angrily protest their poor or no implementation.
I believe in your people, you wiser than your legislators, say that laws are made to be broken.
I then in your power to mend the same, as evidenced by a six-year after another phone legislatures that write and erase entire paragraphs at the whim of the great constitution, which thanks to both patch, decree, annex, encores and paragraphs, ended by losing the country smoothly.

Mexico,
you believe in their own right, by your rule of law, because I have an inalienable right to believe that I have rights.
Although every day I prove that I have right to remain silent about the abuses, or face the consequences.
I think in my duty to proclaim my rights and those of my peers, in a country where it is clear that the rights they fight, but not guaranteed. In a country where so much talk of constitution, precisely because no one seems to know.
believe in the power of your voice to demand your rights, but also believe in the suspicious silence of those who should be guaranteed. Because in the end that the speech is part of the right to lie to an official and legislator and ruler and head and upper range have.
Thereupon my puny right is to choose among the previously elected. And if you do not vote, then shut up.

Mexico,
Because I believe in you now and then, common sense prevails your citizens, that parallel foreign laws, ordinances absurd, legality held with pins to suit the extent of the power groups know how to respect the rules basic living. So I think
more on my peers, who know that to live in harmony, no need so many laws, but a deep sense of peace and respect and harmony and reason.

Mexico, I believe in you
in your uncorrupted nature, but in the way they hit you bad habits.
I believe in your efforts to get rid of it, if what is left of them reach to benefit even a little. Because
and swindle, and advanced, and were served with large spoon, and lived the year of Hidalgo, and made her pussy, and now he
mine and yours, and each and every one of your citizens. I believe in your uncorrupted
peace that has been buying media with guns, with positions of trust, with bites to the police leave me alone with the teacher to bribe me to approve the matter, with the cynical smile when I was messing cachan , wasting, swindle, committing crimes.
I believe in your ability to put aside so sticky and wildcard skill. Because I believe that after all and after all, you can still clean up your image of institutionalized corruption, as long as I and my fellow cease to be the stereotype of the corrupt to represent you.

Mexico, I believe in you
on your uniform, your consistency, your truism that everyone is equal.
I think more when I have access to certain places, when I feel the need for a certain image, of attitudes, a certain presumption of economic superiority, racial, linguistic or intellectual.
I believe even more when I meet one of your children more disadvantaged when compared with that when I come out ahead. When I see that you have given me the chance to beat at the expense of that poor wretch, lazy, ignorant, who failed to overcome or exploit opportunities like me.
I think that everyone is equal, I firmly believe, as I also believe that there are things and people that should not be mixed, because thank God, there are still social classes.

why my beautiful and beloved Mexico, in spite of your kinks, your speeches, your inconsistencies,
I believe in you as much as I believe that we have to find lost causes.
I believe in my ability and my brothers and my peers and my countrymen, to make the heavy load of platitudes and clichés and preconceptions, and begin to rise above them, I improved as an individual, to get better as you country, so to speak with great pride, and even cry

MEXICO, I BELIEVE IN IT.

Word That Have Gold In Them

INDEPENDENT? Almost

how sublime, how great, how great! What marvelous originality drag it back and forth a single fire, magical, symbolic event to celebrate certain: We are free for two hundred years!

Fools of us still do not realize and continue to believe that everywhere we have taken the neck. Hanged by debt concerns, the minute everyday needs for more than try to solve, both immediate overwhelm us as it is steadily rising. Submitted
by systematic training and education system complicity between castrating, an almost insurmountable wall screens erected by frivolous and unnecessary devices that come with the shackles of emotional dependence, and an awful television duopoly that trains us to become consumers and acceptors drooling truths rigged. Dependent
wills absolute monster of a report by the crowd decides the best way to keep us expectant of their comings and goings of money. Drug dependent, scared every now and then lining up for a mask useless vaccine purchased at a price of collective fear, but unable to get vaccinated against the highly dangerous virus is the illusion of freedom that every day we prescribe the powers.
"Fire the bicentennial?
have burning legs to gandallas not want to release the power of little treasure! That burn in the fires of hell heretics who swindled us freedom! Let them burn in the cleansing fire thousands of empty words and statistics and graphs falamente porcentuan of our poverty reduction!
That burns all that be damned, let's see if, once and forever, we are finally independent of this fucking life!