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TRIGUEROS WALK (PART I)

swept and piled Papers by the wind, a lamppost
decapitated and "botched" with duct tape, an entire security detail for the triguereños, containers of fullness belching, old furniture piled up as if it were a market, electrical panels available to any child at the foot of sidewalk and a plaza that serves as a warehouse trash and piles of work. The team of our City's socialist government, is unclear, or no eyes to see these violations or have very little shame. Let's see when they begin to earn wages, which have for many years on vacation.

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REUNION WITH PARENTS OF CHILDREN'S EDUCATION STUDENTS

WITH THE START OF THE NEW SCHOOL YEAR, AND AFTER THE COMPLAINTS RECEIVED BY PARENTS IN OUR ASSEMBLY, DESIGN FOR NOT MONITOR / AS SUPPORT FOR THE COURSE 2010/2011, leaving HOMELESS IN THE PERIOD OF ADAPTATION TO THE NEED SMALLER, Izquierda Unida is sensitized with THE DEMANDS OF THE PARENTS, AND MAKE ALL NECESSARY FOR lack nothing our children.



IF YOU ARE CONCERNED PARENT , summons you to LA MEETING conclude, TODAY MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, AT 20:00 IN OUR OFFICE HOURS, MAY FIRST STREET, FOR ADDRESSING THE ISSUE AND DEMAND OUR RIGHT TO A DECENT EDUCATION AND WARRANTY FOR CHILDREN.

WITH OUR CHILDREN NOT TO PLAY!

COME TO THE REUNION, HOPE YOU BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO SOLVE THIS.

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March 26 / 10 / / / This for faults ... CANCELLATION

public rarely sees the light or a poem of mine, but this was inevitable and jumped - as I hit those jumps - without regard to property, time or moral, just this afternoon when I blamed my bad luck.

For the man who never smiles, but when it does the sun rises. The world tour is long and dark when you're not.

Poem sitting in your absence while waiting revised balance and alignment, not yet paid the rent and without much hope of pay (3.26 / 10)

Nothing happened
I hold your hand in
grief and tamarind
now that I have empty pockets

disbanded in
of wings and shadows.

Although contemplates the mysteries
your premium cosmogony
about saints and accounts
already lost my day
and its satellite.

where I was born here
seams gap opens
awake with its roots of teeth and tingles

in the area of \u200b\u200byour beard.

The open battlefield violated
smoky river-arms and blood-
clings to my horse,

the cries of your throat still
stirred in my armor,
in the house that I can not,
on your foot white tab

riots and in the solitude of centuries

calls you as if you had not party
your entire spine is still pinned as
sternal gap
where schools to fill you
was the world, God and time.

Poem Lili Mendoza * All rights reserved

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