boycott and demonstration against
The fellow blog Chichicaste have made a call for people to manifest and repudiates the repressive practices that occur in the super elite of Mexicans. In addition to providing support and solidarity to the family of Karen Yamileth in their fight for fair compensation from the Super Exclusive and enterprise "security" guards where they work.
It is time that we ensure our rights as consumers. Things NOT WE gave them there, we paid for them so that demand quality in customer service colleagues!
Here is all the information of the event.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Chase Leisure Rewards Comment 2010
Exclusive Super Arrhythmia.
Carnival of Harlequin by Joan Miro
The days are monotonous in nature, all have the same 24 hours, the same second I can not tell at this time. After Monday always follows on Tuesday and Saturday afternoon TV does not show anything promising.
had done 10-hour days and nights of 20. That could tear the minutes from Thursday, make a thousand pieces and give them feed the fish.
on Tuesday finally could put a grenade in his mouth to speak Monday that no more, and that Wednesday will be banned texts of letters bear killed in clusters of tombstones. If only
Friday were eternal and had the soul of a poem written from the threshold of hope ... but just discovered to our dismay, that your existentialist daybreak gray and I'll sleep. Yesterday
Carnival of Harlequin by Joan Miro
The days are monotonous in nature, all have the same 24 hours, the same second I can not tell at this time. After Monday always follows on Tuesday and Saturday afternoon TV does not show anything promising.
had done 10-hour days and nights of 20. That could tear the minutes from Thursday, make a thousand pieces and give them feed the fish.
on Tuesday finally could put a grenade in his mouth to speak Monday that no more, and that Wednesday will be banned texts of letters bear killed in clusters of tombstones. If only
Friday were eternal and had the soul of a poem written from the threshold of hope ... but just discovered to our dismay, that your existentialist daybreak gray and I'll sleep. Yesterday
Friday, October 15, 2010
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public denunciation. Middle
October 14 at about 5pm, Yamil Cordero Karen Quintanilla, 23, was electrocuted inside the Super Exclusive of Mexicans because he had enough money to pay the bill of purchase.
Karen was locked in a room with power lines until police arrived to take her custody, or the family to finish to cancel the account. Karen never saw her family when they opened the door was dead.
This is a fact that should shame us all, which should occupy the front pages of major newspapers, TV, magazines, blogs, etc. since it illustrates the social tragedy is going through the little country. The loss of values, impunity, abuse of authority, ignorance, arrogance, the low value given to life, come together for such tragedies happen, learn from them and make sure that does not happen again .
The constitutional court of the fluorescent lit a cave in the wild, do not let this light is off, on most pinheads, denounce this case and that the family be compensated and those responsible face criminal charges.
around here say that life is a bitch, but to our humble town is an expensive bitch, that are already saving more than 500 years to be the gustito and still can not afford to pay the bill.
Gates
Karen was locked in a room with power lines until police arrived to take her custody, or the family to finish to cancel the account. Karen never saw her family when they opened the door was dead.
This is a fact that should shame us all, which should occupy the front pages of major newspapers, TV, magazines, blogs, etc. since it illustrates the social tragedy is going through the little country. The loss of values, impunity, abuse of authority, ignorance, arrogance, the low value given to life, come together for such tragedies happen, learn from them and make sure that does not happen again .
The constitutional court of the fluorescent lit a cave in the wild, do not let this light is off, on most pinheads, denounce this case and that the family be compensated and those responsible face criminal charges.
around here say that life is a bitch, but to our humble town is an expensive bitch, that are already saving more than 500 years to be the gustito and still can not afford to pay the bill.
Gates
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Wording To Write On An Engagement Card
Pan and a Book.
Federico García Lorca Speech to the People of Power Vaqueros (Granada). September 1931.
When someone goes to the theater or a concert or a party of any nature whatsoever, whether the party is to your liking, immediately recalls and regrets that he wants people who are not there. "What we would like this to my sister, my father ' thinks, and no longer enjoys the show but through a slight melancholy. This is the sadness I feel, not by the people of my house, that would be small and mean, but for all the creatures that lack of media and unfortunately yours does not have the highest good of the beauty that is life and goodness and serenity and passion.
why I have not ever a book, for those who buy gifts that are infinite, and so here I am honored and pleased to inaugurate the town library, the first probably in the whole province of Granada.
not live by bread alone man. I, if I was hungry and helpless in the street would not ask a loaf, but half a loaf and ask a book. And I attacked violently here only speak of economic demands without ever naming cultural demands is what the people are crying. Well is that all men eat, but that all men know. Enjoying all the fruits of the human spirit because the opposite is turning them into machines at the service of state, is turned into slaves of a terrible social organization.
I have a lot more sorry for a man who wants to know and not that of a starving man. For a hungry can easily satisfy their hunger with a piece of bread or some fruit, but a man who is longing to know and has no means, suffers a terrible agony they are books, books, many books they need and where are these books?
Books! Books! Here makes a magic word that is to say, 'love, love,' and that people should pray for as we ask for bread or as long for rain for their crops. When the famous Russian writer Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the father of the Russian Revolution more than Lenin, was a prisoner in Siberia, far from the world, surrounded by four walls and desolate plains of endless snow, and relief requested in a letter to his distant family just say, 'Send me books, books, many books for that my soul does not die! " He was cold and did not require fire terrible thirst had not asked for water, called books, ie horizons, ie ladders to climb the summit of the mind and heart. Because the physical agony, biological, natural, of a body hungry, thirsty or cold, hard, little, very little, but the agony of unsatisfied soul lasts a lifetime.
has already said the great Menéndez Pidal, one of the wise more true in Europe, that the motto of the Republic must be: 'Culture'. Culture because only through it can solve the problems being discussed today the people full of faith, but lacking in light.
Second Date Taken and originally appeared in http://red-latina-sin-fronteras.lacoctelera.net/post/2010/09/14/federico-garcia-lorca-medio-pan-y-libro
Federico García Lorca Speech to the People of Power Vaqueros (Granada). September 1931.
When someone goes to the theater or a concert or a party of any nature whatsoever, whether the party is to your liking, immediately recalls and regrets that he wants people who are not there. "What we would like this to my sister, my father ' thinks, and no longer enjoys the show but through a slight melancholy. This is the sadness I feel, not by the people of my house, that would be small and mean, but for all the creatures that lack of media and unfortunately yours does not have the highest good of the beauty that is life and goodness and serenity and passion.
why I have not ever a book, for those who buy gifts that are infinite, and so here I am honored and pleased to inaugurate the town library, the first probably in the whole province of Granada.
not live by bread alone man. I, if I was hungry and helpless in the street would not ask a loaf, but half a loaf and ask a book. And I attacked violently here only speak of economic demands without ever naming cultural demands is what the people are crying. Well is that all men eat, but that all men know. Enjoying all the fruits of the human spirit because the opposite is turning them into machines at the service of state, is turned into slaves of a terrible social organization.
I have a lot more sorry for a man who wants to know and not that of a starving man. For a hungry can easily satisfy their hunger with a piece of bread or some fruit, but a man who is longing to know and has no means, suffers a terrible agony they are books, books, many books they need and where are these books?
Books! Books! Here makes a magic word that is to say, 'love, love,' and that people should pray for as we ask for bread or as long for rain for their crops. When the famous Russian writer Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the father of the Russian Revolution more than Lenin, was a prisoner in Siberia, far from the world, surrounded by four walls and desolate plains of endless snow, and relief requested in a letter to his distant family just say, 'Send me books, books, many books for that my soul does not die! " He was cold and did not require fire terrible thirst had not asked for water, called books, ie horizons, ie ladders to climb the summit of the mind and heart. Because the physical agony, biological, natural, of a body hungry, thirsty or cold, hard, little, very little, but the agony of unsatisfied soul lasts a lifetime.
has already said the great Menéndez Pidal, one of the wise more true in Europe, that the motto of the Republic must be: 'Culture'. Culture because only through it can solve the problems being discussed today the people full of faith, but lacking in light.
Second Date Taken and originally appeared in http://red-latina-sin-fronteras.lacoctelera.net/post/2010/09/14/federico-garcia-lorca-medio-pan-y-libro
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Names To Call Baby In Tummy
Coatepeque ... There was once a lake. Forward
As children with the desire to be a wing, we did possess before you
to contemplate.
not know if you were a tear of God forgotten, or a wet
desire of the "Lighthouse of the Pacific."
not had the beating of the sea,
or blood pressure that has a river,
only were the quiet of a chest, he kept yearning
matchmaker.
Lake charmed our childhood, and as two prophets
be playing
Christ walked the delicate blue face
of sweetness.
never visit on sunset
was only the sun, so strong
and fairly spherical.
The sky was adorned with white froth,
then converted into maps of distant kingdoms
or the happy faces of the summer. Spring woke
our skin and in the very center of our seabed
,
we bit the apple, grapes and figs.
was extensive love under your water and your sites
lukewarm
me shelter from the cold. In the winter
consciousness rose, showered
slogans, wrestling, repression.
Our landscape is full of terror,
hate and the "land of smiles" became a grimace
miserable death.
The leaves of autumn are
in small mouths, they shoot my ignorance
of true happiness,
in this land of To Be or Not To Be,
and at the precise moment in which pleasure
your kisses,
two drops of snow just cold
falling on my bare back.
As children with the desire to be a wing, we did possess before you
to contemplate.
not know if you were a tear of God forgotten, or a wet
desire of the "Lighthouse of the Pacific."
not had the beating of the sea,
or blood pressure that has a river,
only were the quiet of a chest, he kept yearning
matchmaker.
Lake charmed our childhood, and as two prophets
be playing
Christ walked the delicate blue face
of sweetness.
never visit on sunset
was only the sun, so strong
and fairly spherical.
The sky was adorned with white froth,
then converted into maps of distant kingdoms
or the happy faces of the summer. Spring woke
our skin and in the very center of our seabed
,
we bit the apple, grapes and figs.
was extensive love under your water and your sites
lukewarm
me shelter from the cold. In the winter
consciousness rose, showered
slogans, wrestling, repression.
Our landscape is full of terror,
hate and the "land of smiles" became a grimace
miserable death.
The leaves of autumn are
in small mouths, they shoot my ignorance
of true happiness,
in this land of To Be or Not To Be,
and at the precise moment in which pleasure
your kisses,
two drops of snow just cold
falling on my bare back.
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