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Mirna Morgan

January 26,2011until.......

And I'm thinking of wars. Although, one, understands nothing. So I share what I know. A country called Syria that calls for democracy. Living subtracted from their civil rights for almost 40 years. Passed from father to son the power. And an entire population, a generation of dumb slaves, humiliated, without rights, calls now for free!
Who can help? Who can stop the worst of wars, which is a civilian? destroying over each other until nothing remains. Until someone asks... What's left? Where do we go?

Then comes the application of human rights, the famous Geneva Convention. But it seems that war is deaf to such international appeals. Doctors Without Borders, Red Cross, working almost alone, in another war, to save lives. Are attacked, can not be fixed, the conflict is also nomadic.
And in this way, the innocent perish. The sons of war, babies, mothers and fathers of war. The blood of an entire people poured out of greed and veneration of power.

Emerge also international interests. Some help others destroy, and more guns and fewer supplies. And fewer hospitals and fewer professionals. Finally, fewer lives.

How many chances throw away, how many dead GĂȘnius, how many silent poets, writers, teachers, humanists.

The world loses again.

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Conan the Barbarian, Lucas the Destroyer! ! ! !

Inspired by a maternal love
who lacks me some times
(see the title, you'll understand)
a negative poem to my dear son Lucas!

Living with him i learned more than i taught!
How is important have warranty and insurance
warranty for those objects that you like so much
Insurance for this moments that you lose completely your head!

My Laptop, treasured by me in secret hidden
passwords carefully chosen by Pentagon
The enemy saw, waited and broken
thousands pieces of my life in ground

(psychiatric hospital, please)

The digital camera, semi professional?
That rare book which was stolen from the library? The English dishes? From my family? ? ? ?
Could seem incredible, but in one day, done

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On Cage! ! !

She is on cage now! you stole the game and put her on a little space.So she is very angry and naked, just on your calcinhas. waiting for you. Yor eyes are not more light brown, are yellow like a leopard.waiting for one moment with you! Alone, face to face.
So You comes, triumphant! ! ! ! And say some silly words like 'how you chase and catch and hunting' Bla, bla, bla
She waits you finished. Because she knows how to win.
Your hunting eyes are over her! ! ! coveting, desiring your hunting, like no others.

SHUT UP, don't cut my wave! ! ! !
Continuing! The cat! ! !

She moves, slowly, in your direction. Hard task, because you put her in a little cage. No space to stand up, so she have to crawl over. Not totally, she was all four, going in your direction. Your hand on the bars.
She starts your run away. And lick one by one of your fingers, feel that sensation was almost died to you. Her tongue involves each one to them, and you start to be exciting she can see that. You stare her trying to find the key of cage and put her out of there. She bring you to her, arms and hands are out of the cage, touching you, there!
You don't know if found the damned key or just feel this heat involving you completely. So you give up and make a option to just feeling the moment. You are on your jeans and she open it, with delicate movements. Put her hands over you and make you more near.
See that! ! ! ! Feel that! ! !

Your hands are on her bum bum, doing round and soft movements and she is watering you all around, you; very hard but just started.She brings you until your mouth and suck you so lingeringly that you almost come. So stops and you ask, Oh! No, please. Bringing her until you, trying lick yours breast and she allows. So start our dance she in the cage you out.You squeezing strong and she licking you more and more. So when you almost there......

Your mamy, toc toc toc, son, came to breakfast! !
- Oh! Mammy please! ! ! ! !

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