name it, I say unconditional love how they travel
I spent all afternoon reading the pelotudeces you have to say the recalcitrant right, the description of the obscene celebration of garcas of Recoleta, listening to jokes, farts and hatred Gorilón absurdity of the Pro, which caulker hotel horrified as bribes to lift closures agree not keep the child care or shapes. Thursday, October 28, 2010
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in the middle, a twiteros sent me a link: if you are very angry, reiterated a bit. and took me a note suggesting that workers' party Nestor ferreyra Marian died. a delusion that explains why there are always kicking themselves in the part of the pool where all do other foot.
sailed full-color walls where I could enter into the most abject hatred that makes most incredible structuring thoughts. an effort as impressive as the fart, that of a group of people (not group, they are always separated) to break the applause of a people who turned to the plaza to thank and pay tribute to dismiss their political leader.
read in the state of a woman something like he was surprised that everyone was talking about the political quality of the virtues of leadership and statesmanship capacity of Nestor but nobody, nobody talked about moral values. I was stunned. what the hell Women need to understand that poor people love to Kirchner. what will be an outstanding leader, a political race with capacity of states and also a turd without moral values. perhaps referring to Morales Sola, who knows. In any case, see mistress videla down box, ring obeying the laws of life and end point values \u200b\u200bbut are not moral decisions. in order. pears not spend elms.
during the course of the afternoon I made it very clear that there is so much joy that these people feel because Nestor was killed as anger erupts them permanent check that his people cry. people clapping and praising its leader, the decompensation. is something that can not understand, do not accept support. the people on the street are deregulating the biorhythm.
reached a point I decided I did not want to read crap and went to the place where people cheered and cried for a man whose moral values, at least for the lady "as I have facebook say bullshit" conspicuous by absence description of the faithful.
read in the square signs of all kinds by Nestor, cristina force, I love you, thanks Nestor for returning dignity to my people and the now famous little boy of twelve years he wrote that if needed, he donated their blood. the child was asked why he would do that and said, because I want Nestor.
twenty-five tail blocks to fire support Nestor and Cristina. at 1 am, when I turned twelve blocks of people waiting to enter the chapel. but Mrs. inferred that if no one noticed the moral values \u200b\u200bis because Nestor had not. I apologize for my language and the academic complex, but not expressed in a more mundane way, lady, why will not wash the sunrise? and with you all that chabón urticaria because he gave his people die and mourn just as they were convinced that we had the party.
in the square had no microphones, no plans or equipment. chori, yes, but at 8 pesos.
people people and more people. people everywhere. in line and beyond.
crying children, teenagers singing, tears and grief. tail blocks and no fight. crowd and not a complaint, or a shriek. only cheers and commotion. the people paying homage to their leader and to provide support to the chair. no insecurity, no tension, no gang, and intolerance k.
weird, right?
I told here what I think of Nestor. or if you did this or did not do that. I just comment on what I saw in the square. and what I felt walking around. not called patronage or demagoguery. in the square that was something I went through that neighborhood park, secluded and pinolandia not abundant. is called unconditional love and not sold, simply because you can not buy.
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