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is the less curious experience to have parents who, even knowing that you have to get up at 8 and you have serious problems getting sleep at a decent hour, have a habit of entering your room beating cries but everything is quiet and the lights out, just to ask if you want to wake up the next day. Thanks mother. Yes, I'll have to wake up. Especially because now I foresee far the time I get to sleep again. I'll see if anyone is Facebook chat.

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darkness hanging over me. A shadow wearing chasing life, peeking around corners and crouching in the bushes, and has now gained momentum and launched the assault with intent to destroy: I am going to remove wisdom teeth.

fifteen years ago, when I began my relationship with dentists and orthodontists, some of them said, "wow, you have a small jaw." From there it was all a series of files, iron, rubber and other miscellaneous items that widened palates or reduced teeth. Until one day I said, "Well, after Selectivity you'll need to remove wisdom teeth." Later. Much later. About four and a half years later. I thought the danger had passed. It's terrible.

And the people who I tell, eager to reassure, takes pains to tell me how horrible it was when they were taken away from them, or tears and frightening experiences (own and foreign) who get remembered.

is why I am asking a favor. People without wisdom teeth in the world: if you had a Saw-like experience with the dentist, you may tell me no. If, however, anesthesia led you to The Worlds of Yay, I want a narrative in detail. I want to know how cool you as you passed, the rainbow you saw and how much you have improved your lives since you have holes at the bottom of your mouths. And if not, you invent it. I want to live deceived.

And now I'll put the song from the world of Barney, because rush has given me to remember.

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A story and a poem (romeo molina)

It was (Romeo Molina)

It was left me an orphan

it next to the river bed bathed us

crystals and with the sun

playing in our shadows.

I left only after having gone midday

pecking after touching your soul

and seek shelter in your smile.

There was only a confused love you

and a second love in barbecue.

dressings

A dream

populating downpours,

a waiver to the thirst of minutes honeyed

and sweaty lips tattoo.

I was abandoned as the rainbow of fruit from his mouth

shine no more

at breakfast in my eyes.

As El Perro De Las Dos Tortas (Romeo Molina)

was midnight when Alex and his comrades landed near San Marcos Lempa, then took another boat to take them to Suchitlán Lake had a lot of loneliness, there were no witnesses other than the lizards coleaban plunging into the water, and the moon was combing in the water body.

came from Nicaragua and Cuba to receive training that serve to wear down the army of Napoleon Duarte.

felt the blows that the boat gave the bodies floating in the lake, that, was that the soldiers and death squads, funded by the U.S. government and some businessmen, had been using as a repository for dead.

had become the murky waters in a tomb full of bones and skulls. The social problem that had broken veins bled the country and alligators and crocodiles human flesh represented a delicacy.

The majestic stream Lempa dragging pain in a dream home and sandy, the hills crying for its slopes.

Alex showed nervous thought Jenny, his girlfriend, not seen since last summer when he left the island to be trained.

after midnight they reached the banks of Suchitoto and tried to leave the lake.

_ "We must be careful, dogs have been? _Les said a villager who awaited them.

_No could cross the roads surrounding the village have commanded a battalion to patrol all roads.

_ Shit What we do now?

_Debemos hide, here, between the hills.

took refuge in a cave formed over time in an island and waited.

By dawn, in the early hours of the day, fun soldiers and reached the camp.

Alex continued impatient, wanted to return to the edge of town to visit his home to the woman he loved.

The day was slowly coming night slipping over the mountains and lay down naked on the trenches of the camp.

_Mañana these roads you take me to _ It was looking at the sky with its branches silences of stars and falling like birds. Missed kisses, candy, those lips moist and the smile that made him more stupid than the noise of guns.

I woke again sun warming the stones of the ravines and earned him impatient.

_No take it anymore, I'll go for you.

He climbed the backpack and rifle to lower the hill and meet his love. Found along the at the door and back to the sun, she heard his footsteps and turned around, kissed tirelessly to look wise Rosa's younger sister.

They rolled around the room while eating and fell tangled in an old armchair, Rosa moved uncomfortable head and rose to go to the backyard.

_This eat bread front of which we hambre_ was said.

was perhaps fourteen, about to turn fifteen, beautiful and innocent did not want a party Pink, wanted an adventure in the mountains.

Alex thought of his brother, brought the guerrilla's crazy, is that for her, the subversive bastard seemed abroad, had green eyes and yellow hair fell to shoulder.

_Parece fucking gringo.

Alex was Indian corn cobs, born in one of the valleys of Chalatenango, by where he claimed people, one day the Germans went watering their sperm everywhere.

With Jenny had known when they left the valley to go to college in the capital partners in the student demonstrations, complicit in the street disorders and attacks on police patrols.

This time she was ready to go into the mountains with him, to fight for the dream of a better country. If you had to die, it would be by a bullet screaming freedom regiment with rifles in hand.

That resentment he felt against the military had started long ago when she was girl. I forget ...

L you soldiers arrived Sunday at midnight home and took Ramon, your tata, accusing ear being guerrillas.

She and Rosa found him the next day , tortured, beheaded and shot to death at the roadside. Since then, only lived to see down the military posts of the people.

never forgot his father, always kept a portrait of Ramón Guerrero hung between the trembling earth walls that supported the stay.

And surprised father figure in those days of uncertainty, sometimes heard his words through the photo looked and dressed hero from his soul.

The night was more beautiful than the previous found heaven on Alex's chest and breathe the scent of her hair tangled in his joy.

The night fell to be loved, she got up early and looked gift that had not had time to open, put it on the bed and slowly began to remove the wrapper.

_It gave me a gun Fidel _ Alex said from his bed.

She smiled, caress the gun with his hand as a beast, took the bag with his stuff hanging on the shoulder and said ...

_Vamos my love, I can not wait go to the mountains.

rose Rosa to listen to his sister and even without dressing cabinets to be opened as necessary , Alex ; I look at the door.

_

Demons!

She smiled, half-naked, no bra, a tiny thong it brought out its charm, a beautiful rear, built round, and smooth, even pure .

They passed the house that was inhabited before the feelings and the three crossed paths at camp. Le smiles lit the midday sun and around the waist of his dreams went into the side of mountain.

Jenny converted from guerrilla always looked at his sister who was walking a few yards, he would have liked provide a better life , but had too much pain and resentment against the government that it was difficult to find other alternatives.

reached the camp in three hours, the eyes of the war were on them, while the sky pointing their lamps to the people.

For days were in the trenches together, until Jenny was called by the commander Villanueva.

_Te join the group for recognition and will leave this morning to Suchitoto.

A group of trackers was up and down the mountains to spy about military squads.

Many reconnaissance missions for days away from the man she loved, but was quiet, knew that her sister was the care of it.

_Cuídala, is the only thing I had told me queda_ before leaving the camp

Rosa wanted more than care, she wanted the Snuggle wanted to find out with it, honey love, loved a man in his arms.

_ How is my sister's privacy?

_Eso

'm not going to say.

_ Does hairs there?

_No answer that.

approached him over and whispered in the ear touching the tip of the tongue ...

_Never I saw a naked man Want show me your penis?

_'re crazy!

_ Why? Did you fear?

_ Afraid of what?

_de teach your stuff, sure to be rather small.

_Por bullshit please stop asking.

have _ the little girl?

_ Shut up girl?

_Enséñame, if you show me show you mine.

Between games and jokes, she is up her skirt and he could see her sex, Alex was succumbing to the girl and while Jenny had their first shots at the edge of the road against the military trucks, his sister cried the arms of her boyfriend with his pants down with virginity bleeding between the legs of man.

Far from imagining something, Jenny jumped the fences of the security forces with the gun that had been brought from Cuba, shouting by have released in the breast of a military officer.

One afternoon when returning from a mission, the commander called .

_Tu sister has been very sick, fever, vomiting and headaches.

_Debe be something he ate, not used to this.

_ It's possible, however, aims to Dr. Del Camp and review.

waited all day until the doctor returned to the camp and revised Rosa.

_Tu sister is preñada_ He said suddenly.

_ What? That can not be, she has not been with anyone.

_Pues ... It seems so.

_ Shit If that is fucking kill him here ...

Jenny grabbed her sister's hair, before the doctor who took them aside and decided not to intervene, the crawled to the trench and began to question .

_ Who fucking whores are pregnant? If I say the truth will kill Vergaz.

_Fue Alex, he made me his wife.

_No, do not say that, no ..

_Asi was, I swear I did not want younger sister ...

Sobbing her sister confessed what had happened and caused a terrible pain and pissed like a beast, put a new cartridge for his rifle and fired devilish as the trench where he was the culprit.

Alex rolled downhill from a hail of bullets that pierced an ear , she followed him through the woods until it disappeared into the hollows of the hill.

On reaching the road, he looked toward the mountain and into town, sighed, taking off the gun and backpack, left everything between bushes and left.

the evening left the village and days later crossed the border into Honduras , there remained full of remorse and guilt, like the dog in the Two Tortas.

war left the leaving half of his heart with the woman he loved most in life, tears and hugging a bottle has been killed by inside, wanting to go back to those mountains and climb to search in the foot of the hill, their great love .

Jenny and Rose continued in the war, Jenny gave him a trial that was their man in the waiting rooms of your heart, and there found him guilty on all counts, sentenced him to death , shot him with indifference and buried in oblivion.

He lifted a grave on the shores of your soul and allowed to visit him since then, black crows and a eternal exile.

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So, seeing that he had no choice, Oscarichu, our fearless hero, went for their weapons to confront the evil monster hairy. I knew it would open the door to a world of unimaginable horrors, but he did not care. The strong smell of vinegar, after the failure occurred just minutes before, was already suggesting that there was going to meet was not of this world. But heroes do not catch the easy way, which in this case was to go to Mercadona by plunger, but the most heroic and, armed with a screwdriver and a mitt, prepared to risk his life by opening the drain.

Slowly but no pulse was trembling, drew the bolt and lifted the metal plate attached to it. Brown gobs of makeup narrated the story of the failure of others who had previously walked the same path. A noise as coming from the center of the earth, resounded inside the cabinet under the sink, while our hero saw with horror as the pipe collapsed and began to spit a frothy brown liquid. Hastily opened the closet, as only a hero would have done, and grabbed the pipe, fighting with the force of water. It was then he saw her. A ball of hair, indeterminate age and density, it looked challenging from the darkness, feeling protected by the fear and disgust obviously aroused in anyone who dared approach.

Oscarichu But not just anybody. In an oversight of the hairball reached out to the toolbox, grabbed pliers and, with them in one hand and the screwdriver in the other, butted his grimoso enemy. He fought back, throwing two bad tires that Oscarichu miraculously avoided. Took a deep breath and leaving it to their gods, he rushed back to attack. Fur ball tried to cling to everything he could with his many arms, but this time they faced a foe bigger and stronger, and could not resist. And so he died, wet, bubbling on a cold tile.

Oscarichu sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat, convinced that the worst was past. But then something shiny caught sight of the bottom of the tube. There, crouching, was the head of the hairball, which had been protecting the drain Sauron: the piece of plastic. It was impossible to understand how this creature had got there. And now, his faithful servant, was severely weakened. With a quick movement, the fearless hero caught it with the tongs and threw it down the toilet.

And before more horrors are triggered, caught the tube, screwed the drain and, terrified at what might happen, turned on the faucet. And the water flowed again, clear, fast, no further bubbling, as nobody had seen it done in a long time.

Oscarichu And finally could smile.

THE END

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A definitive conclusion on the Daddy

One thing should serve the use of clichés in the language. That youth is "not" are "criminals" that "there are no values," before "did not fit any of my school" in order "everything was better." The same thing I heard while I was in high school and starting my college life. Like our elders listened to their elders.

The last episode cause these expressions has been the student protest last week demanding the universal scholarship promoted the current government. In no way am I defending what seems to me excessive. Nor will I condemn the perpetrators, much less in general terms: the widespread habit of generalizing inevitably leads to errors.

Rather than explaining my reasons, I propose a few questions about it:
What can
require a company to its members, not previously provided to you?, for example, what patterns, what are the examples we get a young, so it can be condemned to repeat in your living space that is socially normal ?, is the demand made on the protest is another manifestation of paternalistic, clientelistic relations that underlie our political system seen in public administration from the master-candidate-bases in political parties, the Executive-Legislative-companies-public office?, are they not socially dominant values \u200b\u200bwhich will be more easily performed?, do they arise young people, with all the negative charge attributed to them, out of nowhere, or awareness and behavior is the product of social relations?

so far say that can justify what happened and begs the question: does it fail to react in the opposite direction, ie, rejecting the bad practices?, Of course, so why not?, Who said they do not?, could it be that less made visible and very little support those who do or want to?, do not facilitate this reaction the existence of youth organizations, youth, independent of any nature and objectives?, from later. Where

is the source of corruption in the student movement, once the vanguard of political and social struggle for the improvement of the identity, integrity, freedom and dignity of our country, "where is the origin of the prohibition or the introduction of obstacles secondary education for ideological debate among young people, a tool that prosecutes its rebellion against the imagination of potential companies and their links with policy initiatives in this direction, as befits a truly democratic society?, where is the origin of mediocrity and double standards in the university space, but kidnapping is suffering the Public university by "authorities" and estates that ignore the fundamental role of the institution in national life in return for perks?

Who benefits from the lack of questioning about the deep social problems that can make a commitment to youth without its own ideal of the future, who benefits a human being incomplete and subject to the provisions?, Who benefits the image associated with youth with criminal activities, hiding from the hands of justice and the front pages of the media at large white collar crime that creates the conditions in which youth live?, who benefit invest in repression and prisons instead of investing in culture, education, health and sports as instruments of human security policy in the short, medium and long term?, who benefit not invest in educating the whole man, who holds in power, who benefits hinder access to knowledge and tools of development?, who benefits from the weakness in the prospects for social transformation and resignation at having to "adapt", "mature", because "things are and always have been so? " Issue

trial or comment on what happened involves considering a number of variables is not question of tearing his hair only. Young people younger than they have been interested to read these lines: we know they have the ability to think for yourselves, the vital obligation to aspire to better times and the right to convert this aspiration into reality. Do not be persuaded, not getting carried away, do not be surprised repeating commonplace within a few years.

One thing should serve the common places in politics. Another politics is possible.