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queeraslover @ 2010-08-29T14: 25:00

One hot day in early August, I decided to cut my hair ...

AM does not it funny, but yet and was not happy with the fact that my hair was short now, finally, when he saw the result, but would not admit, I was satisfied that Ely spent the day touching my hair, occasionally moving a few strands while I sewed.

The end result I was satisfied, I sat down in my chair this result, M was standing behind me, looking at the dress with a mixture of interésy confusion.

Victoria in front of us, his body filled with lunar white roses wrapped in the dress she had just finished sewing. M frowned.
"What are we supposed to see?"
"I'm admiring my final work, not what you're seeing ..."
"I'm looking at your model .. . And finally it is dress ... "
" Not just any dummy, honey, it's Victoria ... "
" Well ... Victoria finally has clothes ... "
"And it's not yours ... Is MIA ... "
" Whatever! Why do you look so much clothing? You've seen since you cut the fabric ... "
" But is not the same view now ... "I sighed, M even look at me. "Look, brings the black carpet beneath the table."

M rolled her eyes and went to the table, looked for a while and then returned to stand next to me with the folder. I looked through the papers and took a picture and gave it. It was the picture of the dress that enveloped the white body of Victoria, M looked at him a moment and his face changed, seemed to understand perfectly.
"is not the same drawing him in to see it already done, do not you think? Your not looking at it if they'd let out ... "
" I guess ... "M smiled, handed me the picture and left, announcing that he would watch TV.


"Tell me about D. .." I said one day, sitting on the sofa, M was lying on the floor, enjoying the cold floor.
"Why want to tell you about D? "I noticed that her voice became darker, as if unwilling to talk about it.
"For I know nothing about it ..."
"For there is much to know ... It is a handsome fellow, you've seen ... "Again using the dark tone, seemed jealous.
"Yes, but do not know, I know who is ... Let me know if you'll be in good hands when you come back to London. "
" Well ... "M rose from the floor and sat on the sofa, but not before putting my head in her lap , I liked her hair in the face as a black rain. "For many things ... But ... I do not expect to be in good hands when I get home ... Not even if I accepted back into the apartment ... "
" How bad is it? "
" I guess if you do not pay the rent in a while, it will not amused. .. "
" C is paying your rent ... "
" That's not it's funny to me ... "M frowned. "I hate to do that ..."
"We wanted you to be quiet ... Consider this a retreat with expenses paid and all that ... "
" Well ... But I want to have sex with Victoria! "
" Do I cheat with Victoria? "
" To you and C, they deserve to do things without telling me ... "
" ; Aw, but we did it with good intentions! I just wanted to help, and I fool with my dummy ... "
" Well, well, just because Victoria probably will not want ... "
" Will you tell me about D now? "
"Ah ..." M growled. "Why so much interest? It is as if to return to live there ... "
" I have only curiosity ... "
" There's not much you should know about it ... Then when you go home, speak no more with him ... "
" I understand ... "
" Really? "
" If ... I understand ... And it's good that you will not talk to him again ... I did not spend so much of my existence in helping to re-fuck what we have achieved ... If he does, he'll hit with a shovel. "
" This fixation of yours want to hit people with shovels is becoming very dangerous, baby ... "
" But you love, you can not hide .
"Bah, I can not lie ever! Right? "
" Never ... "I lay

head in her lap, it was then that I realized that it was indeed changing ...

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That was another losing day for Tsuna, ie a normal pathetically.



His house was used as a social club for his friends, as always, each serving a delicious meal that her mother happily preparing them to friends of his son, ignoring the face of this apparent suicide .



The afternoon was spent with pens full of scandals and faces scratched, the work of Lambo, Yamamoto's laughter and the continued and tireless attention to its Tenth Gokudera. Run away from the food prepared by Bianchi was the icing on the cake for your day. Fall



night, his autoinvitados had already gone home, leaving him half dead from exhaustion to her bedroom to get their comeuppance peaceful sleep.



Poor deluded.



Once in bed, safe in their blankets and fell into unconsciousness was startled by a loud blow of his door opening, followed by the laughter of children younger siblings.



- I Bovino D. Lambo, I'll be the Pirate King! - Appeared small with a patch over his eye, a fake wooden leg and a plastic parrot on your shoulder.



- 而 我 是 他 的 第 一次 董事会! (And I am his first on board!) - I-Pin supported him behind his captain.



to see Tsuna felt a severe spasm in his right eye.



- Lambo, I-Pin ...- massaged his temples, to avoid a migraine, is not it too late to be playing the pirates? Tomorrow play now trying to sleep! - I looked at stud face.



of Lambo's eyes filled with tears, followed by a loud "BUAAAA!" Took its Bazooka to shoot himself in the head. A loud explosion was heard in the room, a pink thick smoke obstructed visibility. There was a serious male expression, and something like a guttural cry * after the chaos.



At that point the small Bovino was no longer there, crying and confused because his gun did not work, being chased by I-Pin yelling "Captain, do not cry, wait!" speaking in Chinese.



The weapon was pointed backwards, Tsuna being the victim of the 10 year bazooka. And in your bed now lay a man about 25 years old, tall and slender with defined muscles in his torso and arms, but nothing in excess. A brown and pointed hillock lay a finger ring Vongola Tenth. But that was not surprising.



was completely naked, covered only with blankets and blurred vision as if ...



... As if he had been subjected to an intense orgasm.



Tucked away in a corner, eyes shone with malice Reborn.



This would be too funny.



In ten years later.



Vongola mansion bedroom of Chief. Moments before.



- DDécimo ...



Gokudera sighed and squirmed under the naked body of their beloved head, clinging desperately to his arms, as if the world were to end, and left only two of them. In turn, the head of the Vongola Tenth had both arms on each side of the head of her lover, both moaning hard with each thrust of brown.



joined in a very intense kiss, skimming the edge of the wild, giving himself fully to his passion, in a pitched battle between sodomíay submission. Both lips were red and swollen, but they were not flushed, because it was unnecessary ashamed.



- Hnnmmm ... Tsuna Hayato purred in his ear, biting the way your ear lobe. And Gokudera his name had never sounded so sexy on the lips of somebody, it's greatly excited him.



At the climax of his show of love, closed their eyes and groan in a single handed in the final. What no one expected was the surprising pink cloud and the change of a head of 25 years for a 15.



Hayato, even without realizing, pressed the its Tenth luring to himself. Suddenly he opened his eyes to realize that this body was smaller than a few moments ago, dressed in pajamas algodóny with the face of a child.



"Oh no, oh no, oh no" his head was officially founded, and must say that the face of astonishment that returned the lower Tsuna did not help at all.



- Go-Gokudera-kun muttered ...?- - Why qu - ..? - asked, but was forced to stop when he realized the situation. He felt the body sweating (and naked!) Hayato more mature one and ten years older, who held his arms and being beneath him. In a bed. Solos.



For its part, Gokudera wanted to die of shame right there, one thing was intimate with his Chief, who was for your feelings and matched in age. But this ... this ... I could feel his face burning at the time.



None moved nor made comments. Praying for five minutes pass as quickly as possible, but martyrdom never spent a little more speed. Feeling the pounding heartbeat of the other.



~



time the effect of the bazooka was over, the young Tsuna returned to the worst side of trauma in his life, his face turned flush that would last until the same man , ana. And again when Reborn made comments of "I-know-what-happened-there" with a smile full of malice.



Neither was able to see the face of his Warden of the Storm without suffering collapse or a deep flush brain for a week.

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What perhaps did not notice? Do you not hear his heart break with every one of his jokes? Maybe the thunder announcing the storm to come you can not hear the pieces crashing ground, breaking into a million pieces.

did not even know how they started to argue, just remember to have been sitting on the banks of the lake and after a heated argument, full of insults that all he did was hurt.

"You're just a stupid spat face-cracked, causing it to another piece of your heart, it appears to end on the floor, torn to pieces, all I wanted was someone stopped the kid.

The roar of another thunder came to his ears, making it react.

"Shut up, Malfoy," was all he managed to articulate, for all his mind was busy trying to contain the tears that were so close like rain.

"That witty response, Potter said sarcastically

Another loud thunder cross the sky and some big drops began to fall from the sky, always knew you were a useless, I never knew were also an idiot-

Harry replied, his brain was dazed by the searing pain in his chest pain caused by the words of blond.

- Do not you say? Gryffindor had thought the value-clenched fists sharply stifling the urge to let out her grief but you can expect from San Potter, never really fit-

Crash! The final piece fell, thousands of pieces on the floor, pieces that would cost a lot back together and he did not realize he did not understand as it hurt. Perhaps if those words out of another mouth, shallow reach hurt less but had to come from him, the blonde took away his breath, he stole sighs, which took possession of dreams and invaded his thoughts, the same that caused his heart beating at a thousand per hour ...

Tears fell down her face, treacherous, mingled with rain, her skin burning, trampling their pride, if there was something about him.

"Always at odds, Potter, you were never like the others, but having a split face like that ..." His body reacted instinctively, the way to the Slytherin and shoved him hard, making him stumble, Harry was completely soaked and appreciated that fact for the rain hid her tears, her pain, her face covered drops with greater force at every moment.

- What is your problem? "He cried, lightning lit the sky and the sound of thunder filled his ears," Why do you hate me?! -back to push the snake, her cheeks burned by the stupid tears that did not stop running down his cheeks, "Why?" Draco looked at him in silence with wide eyes

>> Do not you realize how much I hurt? "he shouted before measuring his words, but at this point and did not mind, I had no nothing to lose, do not listen when my heart breaks in each of your insults?! -

The rain became stronger, tears out faster, with clenched fists beating Draco's chest with such force that the little blond boy just what felt like a caress, both hands clutched the wet clothes and his knees buckled.

"You do not realize that I love you Draco and that your every word my heart breaks, because they only hear from your lips insults, when requested by kissing, can not understand ..." His voice cracked and tears began to throw content, lost in the pain in his chest.

image Draco looked surprised and said nothing Harry took the dolls and separated from his body, the boy looked at him with watery eyes and that was when he saw for the first time a stabbing pain, a deep sadness , expressive eyes showed Potter every emotion with the clarity of the letters in the paper of a book.

much damage he had caused his cowardice, how much pain he had caused her fear of rejection, now, the rain, I could say I was a fool for having feared So he had hurt that he swore to love.

"Please Draco said in a tone of supplication the Gryffindor, looking into his eyes and beautiful had been hearing his name out of her lips, if not for me, I understand but at least I hurt, no thus, these destroying me slowly loosen the grip-intent but the blond held him tightly what was for hurting you? Why break up? Does not it was enough to have shattered her heart? Is being danced on his pride? "Let me go," asked

I do not want, "said the blonde in a firm voice not want to leave you, Why? Why could not let go in order to flee her of that rainy afternoon, in order to escape his gaze, its presence, its aroma but mostly about their feelings, they made him miserable.

- What do you want? "One last tear slipped down her cheek and drops of rain were falling from the sky down to earth, do you want? -

you

-A Draco whispered, approaching dough into its body, Harry could only think that his mind was playing with his tormented heart, only you, that those horrible words were my way to hide my true feelings, the words hiding my face behind the mask of a coward, because you are your Harry Potter, you are master of my dreams, my love and longing, you in whom I keep thinking, who left me with a look breath-

Both hands, pale and long fingers rested gently on her cheeks, the breath of blonde filled his lungs and felt the heat given off by your body, despite the cold rain

-I love you too, the lips of the Snake joined his, a gentle touch and passionate, while the rain came down around their silhouettes drawing together into one.

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untimely Kiss ... without being ... and in silence,

Kiss ... slows ... you grow over time, what I feel,

were in the tragic and terrible battle that was taking place in the magnificent school of magic, the walls will fall to be impacted by curses and spells, destroying the splendor of the building, both sides fought with vehemence, as Harry dirigíaa room duties.

Kiss me! as if the world was over after ...

Kiss me! kiss kiss and put the heaven backwards,

Kiss me! without reason, because he wants your heart,

Kiss ...

malicious calls that swallowed everything in its power until it was reduced to ashes. Draco, next to the lifeless body of Goyle, with all the speed that allowed a broom, flew towards him, took his hand, like so many times but the boy was unconscious body too. He felt the despair running through every fiber of his being the thought that rescue could not cry ... and then Ron helped Harry with the body of Goyle and Draco so he could raise the broom.

Smoke, fire, terror.

Fresh air, light relief.

Draco hugged Harry, fearing that the lion could disappear because Draco was sure the boy would give it all in battle.

Feel me ... in the wind,

While I, I die slow ...

Kiss me, no reason,

And this time always with you ....

caresses felt rough hands he loved, he saw the tears dare the figure of Harry smiling and he wanted to say something, I wanted to beg him to stop all, he wanted the two of them disappeared in the cruel struggle that was developing around him that watching him suffer in the clamor of battle slowly killing him. But I could not just could not do that to Harry, because he knew that despite their pleas continue fighting, so I leave aside their desires as many times she'd seen the Leo No, and I try to say something but could not, a lump in your throat stopped him, I wanted to tell you how much I loved him, I would always be there to support him in everything, so I just kissed him, tenderly, passionately, with all his love , contained in despair.

Kiss me! as if the world was over after ...

Kiss me! kiss kiss and put the heaven backwards,

Kiss me! without reason, because he wants your heart,

Kiss ...

The battle, however, did not stop, spells and curses flew through the air no matter anything and dead bodies fell on both sides. And Harry had to keep fighting and giving encouragement, but the hope must be in doubt, but he understood everything after seeing that memory, his duty was to die, he was always dying, and I would sacrifice a, for all those who fought in the battle, for those whom he loved, that deserved better.

left his duty to another person to venture to the imminent end, without saying goodbye to his friends, or acquaintances who had fought and lost so much about him, but then he saw it. Draco the rubble and corpses from the battle, standing with poise and elegance while Ginny looked away with a girl pequeñayn could help to continue to their destination as needed, one kiss from her lips. Approached under the invisibility cloak and covered him, startled, but before the blond said something caught her lips in a passionate kiss memorize every nook and cranny looking for the boy's mouth, and Draco knew at that moment he knew would come to, but said nothing, just leave kiss and dropped silent tears.

Kiss me! as if the world was over after ...

Kiss me! kiss kiss and put the heaven backwards,

Kiss me! without reason, because he wants your heart,

Kiss ...

was there, like the mighty lion who was facing a red-eyed monster, looked proud, impressive, sure, but he was afraid he could not conceive of losing it again, had enough of seeing his dead body still and believe that it happen again. Words. Poison. Fear. That's what was in the small talk, then cut off his breath to hear two spells to be cast, two light beams crossing space. Close your eyes and listen helplessly the heavy fall of a body and pray to the gods because it is not Harry. A great joy over his body, like an electric shock, adrenaline rush, to see him alive and could only scream and applaud enthusiastically as others, let others embrace it, what compliment because he deserves it, approach him slowly, look into his eyes, smiles and kisses Harry, regardless of anything or anyone, because they are together, only two of them, that Draco was one of the reasons why he decided to return because he loved him.

Kiss so mercilessly

Stay here without condition

Dame just one reason

And I'm me ...

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AM it took less time than I expected to adapt ... To me, however, I had a hard time adjusting to it ...

just sleeping, not eating much, he liked to go too much And all my energy was running out, and complained about everything you could complain - That water is very hot I can not bathe well! I do not understand why it is so difficult to find my shampoo in the supermarket ... Now the water is very cold! Do you want to kill me? Please get your dog to shut up ... I can not sleep ... (But if you do not sleep!) Those neighbors yours ... One of these days I will know what most resented ...-, my body were lost sleep because I had to spend almost half of the night sitting on the bedspread n caressing her hair to calm down when they gave the tremor by a lack of drugs, was beginning to feel better about it, trembled less, the tremors had decreased considerably, the cold sweat disappeared ...

Although, honestly ... Sometimes the preferred drug ... Complained less ... My mother had

failed to convince him to eat a little more, but in the end, always ate what he pleased at the time it felt like - "And I'm going to throw up anyway ..." ; said ...-, however, had managed to adapt to the family and had reached a point where you got tired of my mother would not let him call her "ma'am" and began ; to call her "mama", but because it was my mother because I thought that adopts as his own mother, and because my mother hacíaa feel happier. My mother also was a the only (with Julian) that M not missed anger, perhaps because my mother could look more threatening than six feet but not measured.

One sunny day in early July, M was lying on the mattress where they usually slept, and from time to time, I walked over him, he even stepped on it magician and I had to listen for half an hour a litany of complaints francésy English of which only half understood and decided to ignore ", he sat again and I started concentrating on my work.
"What are you doing? Get out of my room and no longer step on me. "
" For your information, dear, this room is MIA, you're just a guest ... "
" I'm sleeping here, in theory The room is mine ... "
My sewing machines and all my stuff still here, so it is more mine than yours, well this is not your house ..."
"Well, well, what are you doing?"
"I'm playing little meals ... For God's sake, what M looks like I'm doing? "
" You're sewing, but what you sew? "
" A dress for my ... "
" : And you going to wear? "
" No, M, I'm going to spread ... Seriously Who are you and what happened? You're doing pure dumb questions today ... "
" I'm bored ... "
" And pretend that entertain you ... "I got out of the machine and walked over M with a big stride to reach the table where my pins, I took the box, I sat on his abdomen and proceeded to put pins on the web, while listening to their complaints.
"It hurts!"
"It's more fun than you can spend here, baby ... Learn to live with it ... "
" Can not we go to that other city where it was warmer? I'm sure there are better things to do there ... "
" No, M, we can not ... I have no money ... "I tried to time as much as possible to the pins.
"Can we go to the park?"
"Again? We went to the park four times this week ... "
" But it's the only interesting place that is here ... And last weekend were those opera singers ... Who knows, and this weekend there is something more interesting ... "
" I do not think this weekend is absolutely nothing in the park, M. .. "
" Well, I'm terribly bored .. . And weights ... "
" That's it, baby ... That's what ... " I smiled, closed the box of pins, I put in place and I got up, M gave a long sigh of relief. I kept sewing

throughout that hot afternoon, while M was melting in the colchóny complained bitterly that he was dying of heat and boredom. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, I finally got tired of hearing their complaints, I turned off the machine, I made the dress aside, I stood up and walked to the door.
"You better be , s ready in twenty minutes, or I'll go to the park without you ... "
"THANK GOD!" He got a jump mattress and began sifting through her clothes something to wear, five minutes later, I was ready to go ... Anywhere, just get out.

was incredibly beneficial for me to walk beside M, seeing a girl foot six and two to the side of a six-foot boy gave a lot of advantages. Masons and the vague tossing me just to see, even though M was skinny as a stick, had a pint threatening, there was something in the way you look that made you feel intimidated, as if he knew absolutely everything you thought, as if knowing your next move and was ready to rip your head if you happened to try ...

The park was empty, as it always was when there was some special event-and M sought a space where there was shade to flop around like a cat and enjoy the cold. Sometimes I thought I was beginning to make love on the beach, because it was the only place I could be cool. We spent a few hours in the park, I bought an ice cream and returned home to the sultry and hot fact that although it was still July and it was hot.

At the end of July, thanks to the miraculous intervention of threatening my mother, I went at least five kilos and M up just a few ounces, but at least it was something ...

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couture suit really sad ...

The first time I realized that this was not working as I wanted was the third day that M was at home ...

Saturday and Sunday everything was perfect, except for a horizontal cut was relatively fresh in his right arm, he did it with scissors to cut chicken, it was not deep but bled a little, "but on Monday night, when I was asleep, I woke up with a start to get him standing over my bed, his hair on the face and breathing hard ...
"Are you okay?" I asked, though it was obvious he was not, I joined because I used to sleep with only my underwear and did not want to think anything unusual.

said nothing, sat on the bed with your hair on the face, staring into space, and it was then that I realized that was nothing but a child lost and frightened, there was , has taken a single drug in three days there was no drinking, no smoking, and cut him was not doing well because someone was always watching ... And only took three days ....

I saw so fragile, so pequeñoy confused ... Mom said it was just a scared child who wanted to utter despair that a mother take care ... How could we save? The truth is I do not know, and see it, so lonely and sad, breaks my heart ... I loved him so much as C, wished with all my being able to save your life ... C had told me that the best thing now was to leave him alone, but how could I leave him alone if he was there, sitting on my bed, staring at nothing?

without much "Since there was nothing that he had not seen before elsewhere, I got out of bed, took my pants that was lying on the floor and put it on me Ely stood before I offered my hand, I was like a being from another planet.
"What are you doing?"
"Come, let's get to bed ..."
"Really?" He smiled a half smile, and hit in the arm.
"Do not play dumb with me ... I'll be there with you until you fall asleep ... Come on, come on ... "

I sat on the mattress against the wall, legs stretched and put his head on my lap, covered it loosely with a sheet and I was ; there, humming softly and stroking his hair, did not sleep and neither do I, but was quiet few hours, although he felt that he destroyed inside, sweating despite the room was cold, and trembling though his face was warm, After a while, took the pillow and sat on her head without looking at me, and I understood it was time to leave him alone with whatever you were feeling at that moment, I left the studio and got into bed, and although he had not done before, wept in silence, without anyone noticing, out of pure fear ...

Fear that could not save him, afraid that me out of hand ...

Fear of losing ... Afraid that love was not enough to save ...

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M is not an obsessed fan of animals, but neither will make a face if they are close, say that you like and now. My house is filled with dogs. Four dogs to be exact.

M So when he first came to open the door to the house behind where we were, never thought that a cross between a Siberian Husky with her German Shepherd jump above, and despite its feet tall, was thin as a rake, and Lucy-the crossing in question, knocked him down with her own weight and began to lick her face. M stood still a moment, frowning, but it was left to do.
"Lucy, go!" Shock Lucy with the broom and the dog took it off, but did not stop running around, sniffing his tail wagging pantalóny. "Sorry, Lucy is so ..."
"Okay ..." M Lucy stroked his head slowly. "It nice ... "
" Maybe you're here when her cubs are born. "
" I do not want to see the birth of the puppies, then you'll be seeing it ... "Lucy began to lick her jeans, and M frowned. "You always do that?"
"Yes, it has something to lick pants ... I'm still trying to understand ... "I sighed, pushing away Lucy's pants. "Ok, get out, get out of here!" Lucy ran around the yard a bit and then lay down in the shade. "Did you eat breakfast?"
"No. .." M shrugged. "I do not usually eat breakfast ..."
"Mom made pancakes, right?"
"I do not think ... I say that not as much ... if breakfast, not eat for the rest of the day. "
" Well, you're missing ... "I entered the house and M was left out with Lucy. After a few minutes, went back inside, his clothes and hair filled with soil. Lucy I figured him down again.

Instead of my mother, I was the one who was making pancakes, since I spent beating my meal because my mother was sore back and had gone to bed. I had the laptop on the table, with music, and sang while beating the flour, not even really realized when M sat next to the computer, watching me.

I noticed his presence only when I turned around and saw him there with a silly grin, as if to mock me, gave him a glare.
"What? So wrong song? "
" No, just ... It's strange ... "
" What is so strange? I love music ... And prepare to be surrounded by different types of music for three months ... "
" I do not see any problem with that ... "shrugged M . "I like the music."
"Are you sure you do not want pancakes? "I showed the flour. "C is hoping to go up by at least one gram ... Give the taste ... "
" But if breakfast, I eat in the evening obligarása ... "
" As you wish, but at least eat something ... I do not want to bother my mother will not eat ... "
" Well, pancakes and now ... It's everything you eat during the day ... "
" That it is gain to me ... "I made the pancakes

-alone one for M, and two for me" and breakfast in silence. M actually did not eat much, thin as it was, surely had the stomach like a bird, made the plate away after a moment, and looked at me curiously eat ... I guess I had never seen anyone eat like me.
"Want to meet somewhere?"
"You take me somewhere?"
"Well ... Swing for ... We'll see where I can take you. "

I took the only park that the city, near the beach, the heat was unbearable, but in the park, near the sea, the weather was a bit cooler, less hot concrete and fuller shade trees. I sat on a bench M ice cream while she lay in the shade of a tree in the cool grass, wearing a simple black pants and a white sleeveless shirt, black hair looked like an ink stain on grass. He closed his eyes and I felt relaxed and calm, perhaps stay away from that world where he did much damage he was doing well ... Only

perhaps still had salvation.

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would have cried if I had not done so gracefully.

M came home and got the car with every intention of not taking the pile of luggage bags he was carrying in the trunk. I wondered how he had been much talk at the airport, and when he was passing the doorway, my dad was ugly and made me call him, at least to take one of the bags.
"Hey, M! We are not your servants! "I said, almost screaming, and turned, looking at me as if I did not know who talked to him. "For at least take one of your bags! "He
face that she had completely forgotten that he was carrying suitcases and I'm sure that if he had completely forgotten," but it was for them anyway . With little effort, we get four Louis Vuitton luggage inside the house while he was fanning himself with the boarding pass.
"Damn fucking hot! Why so hot? "
" And that's not even twenty minutes duraste Tijuana ... It Aguantate man ... "

I introduced him to my mother, my brother and my sister, who had a my nephew Julian in his arms, little Julian was probably the only member of the family who atrevíaa M not disturb, perhaps because it bothered him when he cried or because they simply never Julian did nothing ... My mom was the kindest thing he could, and later M told me that he felt "a very normal boy" ... I wonder if later he would realize the multiple cuts on her arms, and the scar on his forearm over.
Mom did stay
in the room that was my brother, and was now "studying" the room where I sew, three sewing machines were put in the closet along with all my work, and the mattress extra was put on the floor, Mom figured that M did not stay long, we never knew what time it extended the period in which he could stay home. I showed him the habitacióny seemed satisfied with it, helped by my brother and I went up their bags and sat on the mattress, looking the window, half covered by the cabinet of the computer.
"There will be opportunity to go somewhere?" He asked, again mixing with British English irlandésy French accent, as if he would be interested.
"I think not ... The nightlife around here is poor ... "
" They have beer here? "
" Nope, no beer here ... "
" Shit ... "He made a face of indignation ; ny see the window again. "What I thought C in charge here? "
" In you did not drink, not smoke, do not do drugs and did not have sex in three months? "
" Three months? DO I HAVE TO STAY HERE THREE MONTHS?! "
" Yes, unless you want to stay longer ... "
" I want to go now! "
" You have no ticket return, check your ticket, simply release date, not back ... "
" Fuck me ... "
" Do not fuck, reviews, C said he wanted to eliminate any possibility that come back soon. "

M ran to see the ticket, in fact, one was dated yesterday, pressed it between his hands and muttered something about giving a warning to C in return, but I knew that after the matter be forgotten, just as he forgot about other things too often. Mom called to say that the food was ready, and M did not wish to eat because I had eaten at the avióny with it was enough, but if I did not mind, take an ice bath to remove some heat, I agreed and went downstairs to eat while M took out things from one of the suitcases to bathe.

The hysterical shouting was heard from the bathroom woke up my nephew and my mother makes almost choke on his food ... I ran to the bathroom to find M in pure pants in the bath, stirring, for something of a frenzy, I leaned on the doorframe and waited.
"What are you looking so eagerly?" I said, and looked at me as having two heads.
"No knives in this house!" I said, almost shouting, I raised an eyebrow.
"Of course there are no knives ... We've hidden from you ... "

M looked at me as if to tear the skin into strips, but then softened his gestures a little.
"Okay ... I guess I can live with that ... "
" I think it's perfect. "I left the bathroom, convinced that looking would find the way down at some time for those long three months.
Finally
bathed in a few minutes, agreed to eat a grape jelly and said he would rest. He left London for the evening and arrived here in thirteen hours in the morning, had not slept much and wanted to rest. After an hour of sitting at the table, resting what he had eaten, I went upstairs and slept instead of finding it was sitting on the mattress, with wet hair, looking a magazine in English, from the pages of a disinterested and only stopping to see a picture of something he liked, I went to my room, I took a brush and went back to the studio, I sat quietly on the mattress, and taking one of his long black locks, I began to brush carefully. He made no move to get away and did not say he liked, was just sitting there, looking at the pictures of the magazine, letting him calmly brushed her hair.

I think it was the most unusual approach that we had that day. He sat on the mattress, looking at photographs of Vogue Mexico and I sat behind him, brushing his black hair, not speaking.

After a while of being jet-black long hair brushing, I passed the towel dry the hair was still wet, while M checked the phone ... I had no signal.
"No kidding ... Payment for this crap to have no signal ... "
" You're in the middle of nowhere, M, get over it. "
" It's supposed to signal everywhere ... "
" You fool. "I removed the towel hair and ran my fingers through your hair and dry. "Now you can go to sleep." I gave a gentle tap on the back and left him alone.

The first day was not so bad.

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It was something I had very comfortable ... But C said it would be good therapy for M and M was in no position to complain ... So I took all the things C M and sent him on a plane from London to Tijuana ...

Tijuana was not the best place And if the world for that matter, neither, Rosarito, but thought that M C would be good change of scenery. Would be in a huge city with people who did not know that he knew, would have no way of buying drugs and would be under the care of a real family, something that had never M has had so C-expected that M will do well to be surrounded by people who do not treat it to death all the time and was well looked after and protected. Even waiting to go home with at least one or two kilos.

To me, personally, the idea did not bother me, my mother was not too happy with having "a suicidal addict at home ", but explained it was my friend, and wanted, at least try to help as much as possible, there was little agreement, we knew that both C and I , but we wanted what little remained of it was settled, so why C had decided to send him to my house. What I liked is that it should go look at Tijuana.

hated to go to Tijuana and I loved the idea of not having to go when I had nothing to do there ... Would from time to time the days when you had to meet my friends, but the truth is that if I could stay away from Tijuana, I was ... Getting to Tijuana

did not have much science, I got on a taxi filled with strangers-sometimes-and you stink from potholes and other niceties of the road until you reach your destination. Unlike taxis elsewhere, here are group taxis ... I mean, you get into the taxi and go surrounded by strangers who do not know where the hell out, many of them are not very clean Many of them sit practically on top of you, many of them harass you look ... Many of them are scum of humanity living in a city in the rear of the devil ... The truth is I did not want to come to this horrible M site ...

After begging my father a thousand times to take me to the airport to pick up M, finally agreed, especially because I had no idea how to get there by taxi. So that hot summer Saturday, we went to Tijuana International Airport to pick up my guest.

After several hours of waiting, there it was, had a flight of nearly thirteen hours, and when I got off the plane sent a text message to tell me was there and demanding, because M does not ask, M-demand to go to the international gateway to wait, and one could not simply send him to hell and have to fend for himself, I waited ...

M is nearly six feet tall, if not exact-feet tall and has long black hair, probably the greatest feature of her face are her big gray eyes, which seem to say everything when it runs out of words, was more thin as a rake and he looked tired, he had only an overnight bag with a few things, clothes and simple. She hugged me, was all I could do, I presented to my father and left the airport.

When we left, the hot summer air hit him in the face of M as a slap.
"Heat of shit ..." He said, in English half British, half-Irish, playing with accents because I knew that this was causing a particular effect on the girls. For me personally I did not care.
"Welcome to hell time ..." was all I could tell, they burned his hand trying to open the back door of the car, got in and opened from the inside for him, seat was just as hot as the door, until the windows were open and the wind came off the road for them. Rosarito

offered a much cooler climate than that of Tijuana, perhaps by being more near the beach, the breeze came Masy not give us much heat, but in Tijuana, if you spent much time standing at a traffic light waiting to cross the street, you started to feel the heat go to the soles asphalt shoes, and from there directly to the soles of the feet ... Horrible and unbearable.

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was his first time. His first plane, the first foreign country, the first island. It was his first strange climate. He took the first subway in the city, visited the first guest (not a hostel, not a hotel) and tested its first Egyptian food. Four days dreamed changed shape diamonds with Indohyus giving rise to whales and Assyrian and Greek life. He dreamed of sleepless nights waiting for buses, trains canceled flights and too expensive.

And then he awoke. A bed too familiar, a cold non-existent and the monotonous sound of the alarm. Stopped dreaming entire days walking and bargaining in English. He woke up cold in the feet and ears frozen. And in the dark room, with blankets warm in and the sound of the laughter of bygone days still ringing,
breathed deeply and smiled. Because the memory will always remain, friendships found and a million blur. And above all, smile because treni want to come back another day.

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"Be Yourself"

Someone falls to pieces
Sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave

To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Someone finds salvation in everyone
And another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united?
Healthy or insane?

To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up
With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck
don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright

You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
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And I always wanted to be a Pokemon trainer and travel far from home and Ash (from the ten years?) and meet many friends and have good battles and, in short to have a more exciting life than I have T_T. However, in DeviantArt are having a contest pokemon, which you had to register your coach, team and everything and I have mine here, hahaha. ...
And I am happy to add that I've passed THE FIRST ROUND XDDDD. I'm so happyyyy

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Aunque estoy increiblemente cansada también me encuentro muy feliz debido a que decidí publicar un trabajo en deviant art sobre una parody of Cosmopolitan magazine, but Zachary Quinto and using different characters he has played (yes, I'm becoming a fan), was apparently an idea or very good, or too much smoke and was not expected but in 2 days has obtained over 300 visits that really excites me.
honestly never thought I would like therefore I did it with great desire and with all the eagerness of fun and entertaining way others see him, but to be honest, truth is that it is shoddy work, not the way it has done so (the truth is not to use Photoshop or self-defense), but actually I'm glad that people at least have seen the will and they have started more than a smile (which was my goal from the beginning) .
share a "Quintopolitan" as it allows me to put LJ, but if you want to see the image in full size go to my dA, is in one of the links next to the entries, now that I I think it may be a possibility that the community shares with Sylar who is here in LJ ... would ask.
In short, I end this journal entry because I have a lot to translate for Ai Dayo Fansub (not loose I got from simply not had time all week).

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misconception that for a problem is a solution to find the solution we have to bomb the critical idea where the truth will come out. This is not true. The potential solutions are big and when one takes a creative approach to movement seeks to provoke and generate words that may seem far-fetched ideas, but queluego of ideas presented are transformed into logical that give good results. There are established methodologies that break exclusive concepts of creativity and spontaneity. Methodologies are seeking cause, giving movement to create alternative routes for creative thoughts to surface. Ie develops the ability to think creatively. Our doctrine can only be this: that man is not given his property by anyone, not by God or society, their parents and ancestors, nor he himself (the absurdity of the notion n ultimately repudiated here has been taught as "intelligible freedom" by Kant, and perhaps already by Plato). Nobody is responsible for his existence, his nature, circumstances and environment in which it is. The fatality of his being can not be disaggregated from the fatality of all that was and will be. The man is not the result of an express purpose, a will or a purpose, with whom he is not an attempt to reach an "ideal human type" or "perfect happiness" or " ideal morality "to be absurd to download your way of being in a" purpose. " We invented the concept of "purpose", the reality he knows nothing of late ... It is necessarily a piece of fate, is a part of all, it is integrated into the whole there is nothing susceptible to judge, evaluate, compare, condemn our being, it would mean to judge, evaluate, compare, condemn all ... But there is nothing out of everything! Stop making someone responsible and understand that the essence of Being can not be reduced to a prima, that the world is neither as sensorium nor as 'spirit' a unit, means the great liberation; Só it is restored and the possibility of innocence ... So far, the concept "God" has been the most serious objection against the existence ... We deny God, responsibility to God, and only then redeemed the world. Known is my contention that the philosopher is beyond good and evil, being above the illusion of moral judgments. This assumption stems from a discovery that I was the first to formulate: no moral facts. Moral judgments, such as religious, is based on illusory realities. Morality is merely an interpretation of certain phenomena, and more properly, a bad interpretation. Like the religious view, the moral features a level of ignorance that lack even the notion of reality, discrimination between real and imaginary, so that at this level the "truth" means without exception things we today call "fiction." From which it follows that moral judgments should never be taken at face value, it is always a pure contradiction. As semiotics, pof the way, is priceless as it reveals, who knows at least the most valuable realities of cultures and insights, they did not know enough to "understand" themselves. Morality is ultimately simple sign language, mere symptomatology; to take advantage of it is necessary to know in advance what it is. Morality for physicians. The patient is a parasite on society. In a given state is indecent to stay alive. Society should feel a profound contempt for those who drag out a precarious existence in cowardly dependence on physicians and practitioners, having lost the meaning of life, the right to life. Doctors, meanwhile, should be the agents of this contempt, seeking instead a renewed prescription dose of disgust to his patient ... We must create a new responsibility, the physician, for all cases in which the supreme interest of life, life rising demands the ruthless repression of life degenerate, for example, regarding the 'right to procreation, the right of birth, the right to live ... OrgulIosa die a death when it is no longer possible to live a proud life. Choosing spontaneous and timely death, consummated with clarity and joy, surrounded by children and witnesses, so that it is still possible a real farewell is still there where you are dismissed, and as a true appreciation of what has been done and tried, a balance of life, as opposed the miserable and terrifying farce that Christianity has become the last hour. It should not ever forgive Christianity had abused the weakness of the dying to do violence to the conscience, the manner of death to assess the man and his past! At this point, against all cowardice of prejudice, the proper determination, above all, the correct assessment, that is, physiological, so-called natural death, which in turn is, in short, but death "unnatural" suicide. No one dies through no fault, only his own fault. Only she is death that occurs in the most despicable: a death sentence, untimely, death coward. For love of life should seek a different death: free, conscious, contingency or coercion ... Finally, here's a tip led to Mr. pessimistic and other decadents. It is not in our power not to be born, but we are possible to remedy what is sometimes actually a defect. The one eliminated done something respectable, who does this, almost deserves to live ... Society, nay!, Life itself benefits from such a gesture more than any "life" lived with resignation, anemia and other virtues, is removed from the view of others, becoming an object of life ... Pessimism pur, vert, is proved only by the lords autorrefutación pessimists have to go one step further in its logic, not only denying life with "will and representation n "as Schopenhauer did, but first denying Schopenhauer ... Pessimism, by the way, despite being contagious, does not increase the morbidity of an era, of a race as a whole, is the expression thereof. It falls on him as cholera, which only attacks to which it is biased. Pessimism does not increase the number of decadents, let us recall also the statistic that the years in which cholera rages do not differ from other years the total number of deaths. Have we made progress in morality? As expected, against my concept of "beyond good and evil" has won all the ferocity of moral besotted, Germany confused with morality itself, could have some very suggestive in this regard. Above all, I noted the "undeniable superiority" of our time on the moral view, the progress actually made by us in this area, noting that it is totally unacceptable to accept the comparison of Cesare Borgia with us, as "superior man" as a kind of superman, as I have said ... A Swiss writer Bund, in paying tribute to the courage of such a risky initiative, came to "understand" the meaning of my work as a crusade for the abolition of all decent feelings. Thank you! In response, let me pose the question whether we really made progress in morality. I have been the first to take seriously, to understand the instinct of the early Hellenistic times, still rich and even ebullient, that wonderful phenomenon which bears the name of Dionysus, a phenomenon that only auth , can be explained by an excess of force. Who delves into the study of the Greeks, like the deeper knowing of their culture, Jakob Burckhardt, Basel, when he realizes the significance my attitude. Burckhardt inserted in the Greek culture a chapter devoted specifically to this phenomenon. For the antithesis of that there is still more to be poor, almost hilarious how the instincts of the German philologists testify as to overlook the Dionysian. Especially the famous Lobeck, that with aplomb worthy of a worm dried between tomes entered this mysterious world of states trying to believe that this was scientific, when in fact it was superficial and childish to a degree that disgusting. Lobeck has hinted at a maximum display of erudition, that all these curiosities in the background did not mean much. In fact, the priests communicated to the participants in such orgies some data all futile, for example, that excited the voluptuous wine, that man will eventually feed on fruits, plants that flourished in the withered spring and autumn. As for the bewildering wealth of rites, symbols and myths of orgiastic origin that literally covers the ancient world, is to Lobeck reason to increase a little ingenuity. "The Greeks" he wrote in Aglaofames I, 672-when they had nothing else to do laughing, running around and throwing out there, or, since man sometimes feels this desire, sat down and burst into tears and mourning. Then others approached them and sought a reason to explain such odd behavior, as well developed as an explanation of these customs countless legends and myths. On the other hand, believed that such behavior is funny that recorded in the holidays was an essential feature of the holidays, and so preserved as an essential part of worship. "This is a solemn nonsense, no be taken seriously even for a moment Lobeck. With very other provision examine the concept "Greek" that have formed Winckelmann and Goethe, and found it incompatible with that element which the art Dionysian: the orgiastic. In fact, I have no doubt that Goethe had flatly denied that anything like cupiese within the possibilities of the Greek soul. Means that Goethe did not understand the Greeks. For only in the Dionysian mysteries, in the psychology of the Dionysian state, expresses the fundamental fact of the Hellenic instinct: his "will to live." What is guaranteed Hellenic to these mysteries? Eternal life, the eternal return to life, the future promised and consecrated in the past, the triumphant Yes to life beyond death and mutation, the true life and total survival, for the procreation n, by the mysteries of sexuality. Hence, for the Greeks the sexual symbol was the venerable symbol itself, the actual depth throughout the ancient piety. All details concerning the act of procreation, pregnancy and childbirth raised the high and solemn feelings. In the doctrine of the mysteries is sanctified pain: the "pains of childbirth" sanctify the pain itself, all born and raised, all that guarantees the future determines the pain ... To have eternal joy of creation, that the will to live eternally affirm itself, must also be eternally force the "agony of the mother" ... All of this captures the meaning of the word "Dionysus" I know no higher symbolism than this Greek symbolism, that of Dionysus. In it, the deepest instincts of life, the future of life, of eternal life, is religious sense, and the road itself to life, procreation, as the holy way ... Only Christianity with its fundamental resentment directed against life, has made something unclean of sexuality: it has muddied the beginning, the premise of our lives ... The psychology of the orgiastic, as a feeling full of vitality and strength within which the pain even work as a stimulant, has offered me the key concept of tragic feeling, that both Aristotle and In particular, our pessimistic, have misunderstood. The tragedy, far from corroborating the pessimism of the Greeks in the sense of Schopenhauer, is to be regarded as outright refutacióny antithesis of it. Saying yes to life, even in its most strange and painful, the desire to enjoy life with his own inexhaustible in the sacrifice of their higher rates: this is what I named Dionysius , aco, what I guessed as the key to the psychology of the tragic poet. Not to get rid of terror and pity, not to purge himself of a dangerous affection for the violent discharge of it, as Aristotle believed, but to be personally more beyond terror and compassion, the eternal joy of becoming, that joy which includes even destroy the enjoyment of ... That brings me back to the point that once I left: The origin of the tragedy that was my first transmutation of all values. So I reinstated the soil from which springs my love and my power-I, the last disciple of the philosopher Dionysus-I, the herald of eternal return ...

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"The fact is that before the Act of 1833, could be exploited through the night, all day, or both ad libitum (65) to children and prostitutes jóvenes.102 girona However, the decrease of variable capital in relation to constant capital or changes in the composition of capital only roughly reflect the changes taking place in the composition of its material elements. Although, for example, capital invested in a circle spinning mill now 7 / 8 of constant capital and 1 / 8 of variable capital, and early eighteenth century, say, be distributed in halves, the mass of matter premium, tools, etc.. that today consume productively work a certain amount of spinning is many hundreds of times greater than in the early eighteenth century. The reason is simply that, with the growth in labor productivity not only increases the volume of the means of production absorbed by it, but also decreases value compared to its volume. That is, its value increases in absolute terms, but not in proportioning volume. Therefore, the increase in the difference between constant and variable capital is much smaller than the difference between the mass media production aquély invested in the mass of the workforce that it is intended. The first difference grows with the second, but to a lesser degree. Marbella escorts To convert the money into capital, the owner of money must therefore be found in the market of the goods, with free labor, free in a double sense, as a party must freely dispose of their labor and their own good, and on the other hand, did not have goods to offer for sale, is to be found, therefore, loose mainsheet and free of all objects necessary for its self labor. Barcelona massage social transformation rate of exploitation, forced product of the transformation undergone by the means of production, is operated by a motley chaos of transitional forms. These patterns vary depending on the extent to which and the time frame during which the sewing machine takes over this or that industry, according to the previous situation of the workers, the dominance of manufacturing, manual work or work at home, the type of hiring local labor, etc.184 In dressmaking, for example, where work was already largely organized, mainly through simple cooperation scheme, the sewing machine starts acting as a simple factor of the manufacturing industry. In tailoring, shirts, shoe-making, etc.., Intersect all forms. Here, the true queen industrial exploitation. There are middlemen who receive goods from the capitalist-in-chief, bringing in "basement" and "loft" around sewing machines, 10 and 50 and more employees. Finally, I run the case with all the machinery that does not form a coherent system and, moreover, can be applied in a tiny format, there are many cases where artisans and home workers, aided by his own family, or the contribu n of a few workers employed by them, used their own machines pertenencia.185 Actually, now prevails in England that the capitalist system to focus on its premises a large number of machines, then distributing product of these among an army of workers to the rematen.186 home, however, this motley variety of transitional forms does not hide the trend towards the transformation in! as industries in real factories. This trend is fueled by the nature of the sewing machine itself, which, by consenting to a variety of applications, encourages a grouping of several previously separate industries in the same building and under the command of the capital, by fact that the interim working needles and some other operations are best suited to run where the machines, and finally the inevitable expropriation of artisans and homeworkers machines that produce your property. This destination is already partly a reality at the present time. The growing mass of capital invested in machines spurs coser187 productionand market generates stoppages that require home workers to sell their machines. In addition, overproduction of these machines takes its producers, hungry market, assign, rent for a week, creating a deadly competition for smallholders máquinas.188 Constant improvements introduced in the construction of these machines and depreciated steadily lowering the old copies, which sold in mass at ridiculous prices, are only profitable in the hands of big capitalists. Finally, the replacement of man by the steam engine gives the decisive signal in this and other similar processes of transformation. The use of steam power for the first time encountered a number of purely technical obstacles, such as the shake machines, the difficulty of mastering his departure, the rapid deterioration of the machines , light machines, etc., obstacles all the experience soon teaches vencer.189 If, on the one hand, the concentration of many machines working in large manufacturing pushes the use of steam power, on the other hand, the competition created between the vapor and human muscles accelerates the concentration of workers and machines working in large factories. So, England's happening in the moment, in the giant industry of the "Wearing Apparel" (98) and in most other industries, manufacturing processing, work manual and homework factory in operation, when all those forms, processed, disjointed, dislocated in its entirety under the influence of big business, had, reproduced and retrieved from long ago all the monstrosities of the factory system, enlarged even without any change collected at the positive aspects of progreso190

We have seen how modern industry is to abolish technically the manufacturing division of labor, which means annexing Lifetime a man to a retail operation, whereas the capitalist way of playing big industry even more monstrous proportions that division of labor in the very fabric, by making the worker in self-conscious attachment to a machine part and the other sites by using spores doctor of machines and mechanical work, 216 and by applying the work of the woman and boy and unskilled labor as a new basis of division of labor. The contradiction between the manufacturing division of labor and what constitutes the essence of modern industry, highlighted in a powerful way. This contradiction reveals, for example, the frightening fact that most children working in factories and modern manufacturing chains from early childhood to the simplest manipulations, are being exploited YEAR years and years without learning any other work that allows them to provide a useful service even in the same factory or manufacturing where they are exploited. In the English printing, for example, applied before the trainees a transition regime, which made them the jobs soar from simple to more complex system made the old system of manufacturing and handicrafts. Thus, the trainees traveled a scale of learning, to be printers. The ability to read and write was a job requirement for everyone. The printing press came to derail this. This machine requires two kinds of workers, one worker adult,. driver, and a young worker, the guy from the machine, from 11 to 17 years in general, whose mission is reduced to get the sheets of white paper into the machine and draw from it the statements printed. In London, the boys pass machines chained to this tiresome task 14, 15 and 16 consecutive hours for a few days a week, sometimes up to 36 hours, with only 2 of lunch break and dormir.217 Among them are many who can not read, and usually all creatures abnormal and half wild. "Preparation for these tasks does not require any kind of intellectual learning, these kids have little opportunity to develop their skills, much less their intelligence, their salary, a little grown case boys, no increase in the same proportion as they grow, and the vast majority of these guys can not aspire to the post, more lucrative and responsible, machinist, since there are many machines served by a driver only for every 4 boys. "218 As soon as they become too old for child labor performed, ie at 17 years, or are dismissed, becoming part of the battalions of the crime. All attempts have been made to place them elsewhere fail, as always clash with his ignorance, his clumsiness and his physical and intellectual degeneration. massage alicante "Sometimes when we surprise workers working during meal times or at times illegal, it is claimed they do not want to leave the factory in any way and you have to resort to force to force them to interrupt their work (cleaning machines, etc.), especially on Saturday afternoon. But the fact that the workers remain in the factory after stopping machines is simply due to that during the legal hours of work, from 6 am to 6 pm, no leaves are not a free moment to execute those tasks. "22 sofiabcn In the historical origins of the capitalist mode of production, and every capitalist upstart passed individually by this historical phase -rich reign as absolute passion, greed and lust for wealth. But the progress of capitalist production not only created a world of enjoyment. Especulacióny With the credit system, these developments open up thousands of possibilities to enrich quickly. When you reach a certain point of development, imposing even a professional need for the "unfortunate" capitalist waste a conventional dose, which is at the same display of wealth and thus, through credit . Luxury is part of the capital costs of representation. Other than that the capitalist is not rich, as the hoarder. in proportion to their personal work and leaving to spend on his person, but as far as absorbing the labor force and other forces its workers to abstain from all pleasures of life. Therefore, while the waste of capitalist nature that has never well intentioned and harmless waste of a feudal lord buoyant, because deep down it always lurking dirtier and more greed calculation fearful, wastage increases, nevertheless, along with its accumulation, but why one has put anything on the other side. Thus, in the noble breast individual capitalist is amassing a demonic conflict between the instinct of acumulacióny the instinct of enjoyment. Www.academialloret.com Under these conditions, it was agreed a new deal between employers and workers, transaction congressionally sanctioned by the new additional Factory Act of 5 August 1850. This law increases the working day "youth and women" from 10 hours to 10 hours during the first five days of the week, decreasing to 7 hours on Saturdays. The work must be executed in the period between 6 am and 6 pm, with breaks of 137 and a half hours for meal breaks to be granted simultaneously and in accordance with the provisions of the Act of 1844, etc. With this, put an end once and forever the system of relevos.138 Regarding child labor, the law remained in force in 1844. Where digital printing more brutally highlights the productionand antagonistic character of capitalist accumulation is in the progress of English agriculture (including livestock) compared with the decline of labor English agricultural. But before going to review the current status of these workers, let's take a quick look back. Modern agriculture dates in England, the mid-eighteenth century, although the transformation of land ownership which underpins the new regime of production is of earlier date. bars in tarragona essential condition of industrial exploitation, especially when subject to the regulation of working hours is the normal security of the result, ie to achieve security Producció n for a given amount of goods effectiveness or desired in a given period of time. Moreover, the inherent legal breaks would regulate working hours account for the sudden interruption of that regularly without damage to the product under development. This assurance of the outcome and these work stoppages are naturally easier to achieve in purely mechanical industries than in those that play a role in the chemical and physical processes, as for eg pottery, laundry, at the dry cleaners in panaderíay in most of metallurgy. With the unlimited day routine of work, night work and self-destruction of human life, as much as a spontaneous and elementary work to the manufacturer set is considered immediately as a "natural barrier" eternal opposite production. No poison kills vermin safer and faster than the Factories Act these "natural barriers." No one cried more loudly against the "impossible" The Knights of the pottery industry. In 1864, they fall under the Factories Act, and 16 months after those "impossible had disappeared. "The refined method" that the law forced them to implement manufacturing, "consistent" to prepare the dough (slip) by pressure, instead of preparing it by evaporation, the construction of new furnaces drying the pieces are not cooked, etc., are all major events in the arts industry alfareríay listed in this unknown progress of the last century ... The furnace temperature has dropped considerably, with a significant reduction in consumption carbóny faster action on the merchandise. "193 Despite all the prophecies, the price of not increase the cost of clay, the only thing that increased was the mass of products during the 12 months since December 1864 to December 1865 exports exceeded 138.628 pounds sterling at the average of the three AN ; previous years. In the manufacture of matches, there was a natural law that boys employees in the industry, without interrupting the operation or to eat, soak the sticks in a hot mixture of phosphorus, which are poisonous vapors rose to the face. Forcing employers to save time, the Factories Act (1864) imposed the use of a "dipping machine" (Soak machine), with which the fumes of phosphorus could not get to face obreros.194 In the manufacturing branches nailer todavíaa not under the Factories Act stated today that meal times could not, in this industry, be fixed by the different time spent in the dry various materials from lace, while between 3 minutes and an hour and more. To this answer the commissioners of the "Children's Employment Commission": "The conditions are the same as in the stamping industry carpet. Also some of the leading manufacturers in the industry argued strongly that the kind of materials used and the variety of processes that had to happen, not allowed, without creating large losses that work is stopped suddenly to eat ... In clause 6 of section 6 of the Act's Factory Extension Act (1864) were granted a period of eighteen months from the date of enactment of the law, after which the pauses should be subject specified by law Just descansos.195 factory and had obtained parliamentary sanction law lords when manufacturers discovered that "the evils we expected from the implementation of the Factories Act have not been produced." We did not find that the production is cushioned in any way: in fact, produce more than before in the same tiempo.196 As seen, the English parliament, which surely no great genius reproach came from experience with the conviction that coercive law is sufficient to destroy all the alleged decree obsta natural ass production limitacióny oponíaa the regulation of working hours. Therefore, the Factories Act to be implemented in a particular industry indicates a period of 6 to 18 months, within which the manufacturer has to fix, want not, to remove all obstacles between technicians who oppose his application. Mirabeau's phrase: "Impossible? Ne me dites jamais ce bête of mot! "(100) is also perfectly applicable to modern technology. But if the Factories Act thus makes maturing as a stove plant, the material elements necessary for manufacturing are processed in factories, imposing the need for major capital expenditures, while accelerating the ruins of the small masters and the concentration of Barcelona Oscus capitales.197 CooperationandDevelopment Studying the manufacturing, we saw that certain general conditions of production, such as buildings, etc. be economized by the use in common, compared with the fragmented conditions of production of isolated workers, and that, therefore, urged unless the product. In the machinery, not just the body of a working machine that is used and consumed by many tools, but the same locomotive, with part of the transmission mechanism, which tries to service many machines working together. Sale of apartments in Barcelona 19 Until recently, the U.S. cottongin Eli Whitney had experienced less significant changes than any other machine of the seventeenth century. It was in recent decades (before 1867) when another American, Mr. Emery, of Albany, New York, made it obsolete machine, a reform as simple as effective.

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This week has been really full of work and want it to be lol I also rental, if it can be for life ...
XD Aah, well anyway, I was thinking of songs in English that I could put to dance because they simply are great and here I put a list of the top 10, are simply excellent for dancing, are sexy, ri TMIC and fun, the perfect combination.
Listen to them if they can: D



1. The Pussycat Dolls - When I grow up.
2. Bimbo Jones (Feat. Katherine Ellis) - And I try.
3. Timbaland (Feat. Kate Perry) - If We Ever Meet Again.
4. Lady Gaga - Just dance.
5. Britney Spears - Circus.
6. Cobra Starship - I kissed a boy (Kate Perry Cover).
7. Justin Timberlake - Sexy Back.
8. Britney Spears - Womanizer.
9. Kevin Rudolf (Feat. Lil Wayne) - Let it rock.
10. Madonna - Die Another Day.

I hope to go dancing this weekend, I really need to unwind and a good party. Maybe then I put the best in English.

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Bimbo Jones (Feat. Katherine Ellis) - And I try penpal


This song is
very good for dancing in the club (disco, discotheque, as you know). Excellent!

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