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BLOOD CRIES-BASTA YA-
CRY BLOOD
This story is not only a fact, is also an attempt
THE RIPPER TO CRY OF A CIUDANO HUMILIATION OF VALUE TO BAG SHOUT: BASTA YA
I sound a cry, pushed by my mother and father want to reach everyone, I need your push to another friend to make a path of light light fiber that runs through the land.
La historia me count the heart of a friend of Spain, it happens in the village of Zurgena (Almeria) Andalucia, Spain, but it can happen anywhere in the world, so eye and alert. I will pass it to serve as learning, and turn your friends come over and create a movement in support of this warrior of the desert of Almeria in squalor and corruption, deep and humiliated, beaten by police and refused and reviled, still laughing matter, with his knee stuck in the ground and having lost a thousand battles, pushed aside the spirit of his life, broken teeth and spat was rising was against the corrupt, and shouted, was the first voice of the people scared and held in prison for his fears, his throat wound did the voice of the desert, night and day, the pain and anger, also heard mother's voice and rumbling columns of dust raised by the desert of Almeria, the cry rang heartbreaking BAASTAA YAAA? but was interrupted by a lightning and thunder creepy scary. NO MORE THIEVES
? Few years ago a neighbor of the dry and desert land ZURGENA, a village of 3000 inhabitants, at the very gates of the desert of Almeria, arrived English as a people called the land of the SOL WHITE a few were bought about half fallen cottages appear about international real estate, and tell local politicians and their partners sudden come out of the desert, they want to sell houses to their fellow citizens, an official in solitude and immediately put on the street advised that can not be built immediately to follow a few steps, or the houses built are not legal, but that did not matter to anyone, or anyone stopped or international companies that charged 15% of the value and finally have been more than 1200 million euros, only the region, or the Mafia in The Sewers, which have claimed more than 200 million Euros and is disappearing in the desert, or the Mayor who has registered for his life, or his council who are paid good salaries to spend each year over three million in \u0026lt;nothing> by way of attending town meetings, not even convened, the common people lying on the white wall and the rempuja shed to cover their short hair, do not dare to speak. Amid all JUAN PARDO, as it is called the Warrior, crying in the wilderness against both thief out of nowhere, is haunted by justice, by the security forces, who they beat you break their necks against the ground before security cameras of a facility, records that mysteriously disappear, well, what happens then no one expected, this man kneeling on the ground, the loser, leaving aside the bottle of alcohol, spitting teeth and blood stream and from the very depths of the earth, and underworld overseas and hyperspace universe comes a cry together Bestial ENOUGH. Decides to stand for election, with its jardares outside their messy rags, and broken teeth, but young people who decide to support their cause, are removed by force and threats, no one in town can look at or talk to him, is an outcast. But it's too late for them, the result is written in the lines of the world, is alone in his village, but accompanied him in his attempt to people around the world, has drawn attention has picked up an old computer with the parts more than fair and without caps, sitting on the railing of his bed, the room filled with cigarette butts the window open to vent and have created a blog http:/ / blogdejuanpardo. blogspot.com / blog is not an expert, not the blog of a scholar, nor an economist, do their little strength to speak of political rant when it is clear he does not know But is the blog of Blood Gulch, the unrestrained rage and despair, is making new engines moving, hiding, some personalities lurking Provincial Justice, swords are rumors of young blood and tears of anger at the powerlessness, clean swords of fire and bullets made of tears, lie in wait for law enforcement and the University of wildfires are capital and propose to the events in Zurgena an archetype for study, to isolate the bacteria of the corruption that undermines the defense of the heart to poison him. The Eyes of the world beset Zurgena.
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BLOOD CRIES-BASTA YA-
CRY BLOOD
This story is not only a fact, is also an attempt
THE RIPPER TO CRY OF A CIUDANO HUMILIATION OF VALUE TO BAG SHOUT: BASTA YA
I sound a cry, pushed by my mother and father want to reach everyone, I need your push to another friend to make a path of light light fiber that runs through the land.
La historia me count the heart of a friend of Spain, it happens in the village of Zurgena (Almeria) Andalucia, Spain, but it can happen anywhere in the world, so eye and alert. I will pass it to serve as learning, and turn your friends come over and create a movement in support of this warrior of the desert of Almeria in squalor and corruption, deep and humiliated, beaten by police and refused and reviled, still laughing matter, with his knee stuck in the ground and having lost a thousand battles, pushed aside the spirit of his life, broken teeth and spat was rising was against the corrupt, and shouted, was the first voice of the people scared and held in prison for his fears, his throat wound did the voice of the desert, night and day, the pain and anger, also heard mother's voice and rumbling columns of dust raised by the desert of Almeria, the cry rang heartbreaking BAASTAA YAAA? but was interrupted by a lightning and thunder creepy scary. NO MORE THIEVES
? Few years ago a neighbor of the dry and desert land ZURGENA, a village of 3000 inhabitants, at the very gates of the desert of Almeria, arrived English as a people called the land of the SOL WHITE a few were bought about half fallen cottages appear about international real estate, and tell local politicians and their partners sudden come out of the desert, they want to sell houses to their fellow citizens, an official in solitude and immediately put on the street advised that can not be built immediately to follow a few steps, or the houses built are not legal, but that did not matter to anyone, or anyone stopped or international companies that charged 15% of the value and finally have been more than 1200 million euros, only the region, or the Mafia in The Sewers, which have claimed more than 200 million Euros and is disappearing in the desert, or the Mayor who has registered for his life, or his council who are paid good salaries to spend each year over three million in \u0026lt;nothing> by way of attending town meetings, not even convened, the common people lying on the white wall and the rempuja shed to cover their short hair, do not dare to speak. Amid all JUAN PARDO, as it is called the Warrior, crying in the wilderness against both thief out of nowhere, is haunted by justice, by the security forces, who they beat you break their necks against the ground before security cameras of a facility, records that mysteriously disappear, well, what happens then no one expected, this man kneeling on the ground, the loser, leaving aside the bottle of alcohol, spitting teeth and blood stream and from the very depths of the earth, and underworld overseas and hyperspace universe comes a cry together Bestial ENOUGH. Decides to stand for election, with its jardares outside their messy rags, and broken teeth, but young people who decide to support their cause, are removed by force and threats, no one in town can look at or talk to him, is an outcast. But it's too late for them, the result is written in the lines of the world, is alone in his village, but accompanied him in his attempt to people around the world, has drawn attention has picked up an old computer with the parts more than fair and without caps, sitting on the railing of his bed, the room filled with cigarette butts the window open to vent and have created a blog http:/ / blogdejuanpardo.
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