We Argentina! We reached the spare! This is the new Argentina! But please, allow yourself to fuck!
time ago that the French Hospital is in meltdown. What do the owners, asking intervention and begin to empty as they can. They are no fools, are in the business and they know the rules of the game. In the other corner are those who worked ringside, they are crooks and they know that if left without tools, then there will be no job to return to. What do well, are organized into an assembly and call for the nationalization of the room or something, and as soon as possible because they are pooping. It gets tense because laburantes not want to give up and do their demonstrations in situ, annoying the owners.
time ago that the French Hospital is in meltdown. What do the owners, asking intervention and begin to empty as they can. They are no fools, are in the business and they know the rules of the game. In the other corner are those who worked ringside, they are crooks and they know that if left without tools, then there will be no job to return to. What do well, are organized into an assembly and call for the nationalization of the room or something, and as soon as possible because they are pooping. It gets tense because laburantes not want to give up and do their demonstrations in situ, annoying the owners.
Everything is normal, within the normal range that encompasses an intervention, dissection and demonstration; until they arrive. Recommended background music, that of westerns, epic and fierce. As thirty vigilantes, armed only with their voices shouting, fists upright for battle and their bellies prominent, advancing on the crowd and strike blows at their discretion. The hit men and women without differentiate, workers, unionists, police, everyone. Do not leave you without your gift hit. They also seem to be invited to this feast of Fight Club, cameras, journalists and any turnip that comes to mind pointing your cell phone. Fear takes over the dough and flee in terror. Ah, the police force, well thanks.
lords are done with the place and sing triumphant success, expensive mobile phones from leading anonymous, hidden behind the veil of impunity and power. But soon understand that things are not right, as the historic siege of the walls of Jerusalem in the First Crusade, are surrounded and cute like his blood as a trophy.
lords are done with the place and sing triumphant success, expensive mobile phones from leading anonymous, hidden behind the veil of impunity and power. But soon understand that things are not right, as the historic siege of the walls of Jerusalem in the First Crusade, are surrounded and cute like his blood as a trophy.
infants Right now fall gendarmerie and disproportionate separate factions, defending the minimum set of heavy. Them out and bring them to house, as the presiding judge considered that the conditions were not up to go to collect data in situ. Why? In the end, there was not a delayed.
Poor guys, they had a bad night and retaliated with these doctors who do not want to work. Reminds us that one time when Manuel "Batata" Arjona took care of the dirty work. Yes, as you recall, the height of menomato.
What happened to all that, nothing. Cloths cold and the last straw. But no, the media love to be hit and mourn for them (or at least do not receive pay when convenient). That's why were able to identify Sergio Omar "Tuta" Muhamad (peeling of the photos), a member of the organization Young K. In the morning the president of this organization indicated that it was indeed one of theirs and had been terminated for his behavior. In the afternoon, the website went into maintenance and as far as I know, now there is no sign that this person ever existed. Only a ghost. Capo. Nothing was said that he was assistant Alberto Fernandez and blablabla. All ancient history.
Welcome to the new Argentina. This song is dedicated to all who make it possible for anyone to make their dreams for their lust for power. To you I say: Mal bicho
Vos what you're saying there are better and worse
you what you're saying to do
hear what I sing but do not confuse
peace is what I sing .
privilege to hear about a race
sovereign upper, lower power
minga!
as you think
some are elected and others are for disposal
ambitions for power ...
your destination is bad
what marked your path?
the song is song is brave
forever.
As my grandmother said "here who hesitates is lost"
and the planet are so many
how can they be so many?
in school we are taught to memorize dates of battles
but teach us little love.
discriminate, that is not good
in the eyes of God we are all equal
're the one who makes false convictions wars
dictates who loves
violence that has no conscience. Mal bicho
all say that you are so nasty piece
as you look bad bug.
Why are you hurting
who look different?
positions imposing heavy-handed only
you pa'l coat you have others die of cold
're the one who walks
killing which is torturing.
I'm not going ...
to war violence
to injustices and your greed
say no!
World Peace
the demokracia
Viva! Viva Argentina!
PD: http://buscador.lanacion.com.ar/Nota.asp?nota_id=848700&high=hospital
PD2: http://www.clarin.com/diario/2006/10/12/elpais / p-00601.htm
PD3: Do you remember a certain Lopez, a mason, masochistic dictatorship? And go 26 days. Within a month I host a party at home. And invited to Cecilia Pando and several members of Full Report (for the clean slate).
PD4: Actually I wanted to post today about a book, but I see so lacking fiction to see the bad in this world. Ah, the broli, Orwell's 1984.
PD5: I leave this beautiful postcard.
Poor guys, they had a bad night and retaliated with these doctors who do not want to work. Reminds us that one time when Manuel "Batata" Arjona took care of the dirty work. Yes, as you recall, the height of menomato.
What happened to all that, nothing. Cloths cold and the last straw. But no, the media love to be hit and mourn for them (or at least do not receive pay when convenient). That's why were able to identify Sergio Omar "Tuta" Muhamad (peeling of the photos), a member of the organization Young K. In the morning the president of this organization indicated that it was indeed one of theirs and had been terminated for his behavior. In the afternoon, the website went into maintenance and as far as I know, now there is no sign that this person ever existed. Only a ghost. Capo. Nothing was said that he was assistant Alberto Fernandez and blablabla. All ancient history.
Welcome to the new Argentina. This song is dedicated to all who make it possible for anyone to make their dreams for their lust for power. To you I say: Mal bicho
Vos what you're saying there are better and worse
you what you're saying to do
hear what I sing but do not confuse
peace is what I sing .
privilege to hear about a race
sovereign upper, lower power
minga!
as you think
some are elected and others are for disposal
ambitions for power ...
your destination is bad
what marked your path?
the song is song is brave
forever.
As my grandmother said "here who hesitates is lost"
and the planet are so many
how can they be so many?
in school we are taught to memorize dates of battles
but teach us little love.
discriminate, that is not good
in the eyes of God we are all equal
're the one who makes false convictions wars
dictates who loves
violence that has no conscience. Mal bicho
all say that you are so nasty piece
as you look bad bug.
Why are you hurting
who look different?
positions imposing heavy-handed only
you pa'l coat you have others die of cold
're the one who walks
killing which is torturing.
I'm not going ...
to war violence
to injustices and your greed
say no!
World Peace
the demokracia
Viva! Viva Argentina!
PD: http://buscador.lanacion.com.ar/Nota.asp?nota_id=848700&high=hospital
PD2: http://www.clarin.com/diario/2006/10/12/elpais / p-00601.htm
PD3: Do you remember a certain Lopez, a mason, masochistic dictatorship? And go 26 days. Within a month I host a party at home. And invited to Cecilia Pando and several members of Full Report (for the clean slate).
PD4: Actually I wanted to post today about a book, but I see so lacking fiction to see the bad in this world. Ah, the broli, Orwell's 1984.
PD5: I leave this beautiful postcard.
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