MUY BUENAS TARDES A TODO EL ESPACIO BLOGGER,SEPAN DISCULPAR MIS AUSENCIAS, A VECES NO ESTOY MUY BIEN QUE DIGAMOS Y ENTONCES ME RETIRO UNOS DIAS......LA CUESTION ES QUE EN MIS 5 DIAS DE AUSENCIA HE ESTADO OBSERVANDO DEMASIADA DISCRIMINACION HACIA LAS TRIBUS URBANAS,Y ESO NO ES ALGO QUE ME AGRADE MUCHO VER.
VOY A DECIRLES ALGO: AQUEL QUE CALLA,PERMITE, NO DEBEMOS DIACRIMINAR A NADIE SOLO POR QUE NO TENGA LOS MISMOS GUSTOS QUE NOSOTROS TODOS SOMOS DIFERENTES.
LA PREGUNTA QUE HOY LES DEJO ES LA SIGUIENTE:
¿POR QUE DISCRIMINAMOS A LAS TRIBUS URBANAS,SI DESPUES DE TODO,SON PERSONAS QUE FORMAN PARTE DE NUESTRA SOCIEDAD?
martes, 20 de octubre de 2009
lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009
HE VUELTO DESPUES DE 4 DIAS...
MUY BUENAS NOCHES A TODO EL ESPACIO BLOGGER,ME HE AUSENTADO UNOS CUANTOS DIAS,HE TENIDO MUCHISIMAS RAZONES PARA AUSENTARME,SE CORTO MI LINEA DE INTERNET,MI TIA FALLECIO,ESTA SEGUNDA RAZON FUE (ES) MUY DURA PARA MI,POR QUE NO SOLO PERDI A MI TIA,ELLA ERA COMO MI SEGUNDA MAMA.
RETOMANDO MI BLOG CONTRA LA DISCRIMINACION DE TRIBUS URBANAS,LES DEJO ESTA CANCION DE GREEN DAY PARA QUE REFLECCIONEN.
¿VIVA LA GLORIA? (LITTLE GIRL)
Little girl, little girl Why are you crying? Inside your restless soul Your heart is dying Little one, little one Your soul is purging Of love and razor blades Your blood is surging Runaway From the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go Little girl, little girl Your life is calling The charlatans and saints Of your abandon Little one, little one The sky is falling Your lifeboat of deception Is now sailing In the wake all the way No rhyme or reason Your bloodshot eyes Will show your heart of treason Little girl, little girl You dirty liar You're just a junkie Preaching to the choir Runaway From the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go The traces of blood Always follow you home Like the mascara tears From your getaway (Gloria!) You're walking with blisters And running with shears So unholy Sister of grace Runaway From the river to the street And Find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray from the salvation army There is no place like home.
POR ULTIMO ME GUSTARIA HACERLES LA SIGUIENTE PREGUNTA:
¿VALE LA PENA CONVERTIR LA VIDA DE ALGUIEN EN UN INFIERNO SOLO POR QUE EL O ELLA SEA DIFERENTE?
RETOMANDO MI BLOG CONTRA LA DISCRIMINACION DE TRIBUS URBANAS,LES DEJO ESTA CANCION DE GREEN DAY PARA QUE REFLECCIONEN.
¿VIVA LA GLORIA? (LITTLE GIRL)
Little girl, little girl Why are you crying? Inside your restless soul Your heart is dying Little one, little one Your soul is purging Of love and razor blades Your blood is surging Runaway From the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go Little girl, little girl Your life is calling The charlatans and saints Of your abandon Little one, little one The sky is falling Your lifeboat of deception Is now sailing In the wake all the way No rhyme or reason Your bloodshot eyes Will show your heart of treason Little girl, little girl You dirty liar You're just a junkie Preaching to the choir Runaway From the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go The traces of blood Always follow you home Like the mascara tears From your getaway (Gloria!) You're walking with blisters And running with shears So unholy Sister of grace Runaway From the river to the street And Find yourself with your face in the gutter You're a stray from the salvation army There is no place like home.
POR ULTIMO ME GUSTARIA HACERLES LA SIGUIENTE PREGUNTA:
¿VALE LA PENA CONVERTIR LA VIDA DE ALGUIEN EN UN INFIERNO SOLO POR QUE EL O ELLA SEA DIFERENTE?
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