They tell me you are a pile of dust and I believe them, for I have seen nobody care about cleaning your inside and outside reputation.
They say you are a serial killer and I say: no doubt about it, if you don´t sleep with one eye open you wont make it through.
They say you are stupid and how can I say no by just looking at mel zelaya´s brilliancy.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city as small as this who can overcome big problems as the golpe de estado,
not to mention being so poor and still have educated and successfull people coming out of it
not like in the soft cities who I believe are more developed and every single person knows how to read and write
but don´t even know where Tegucigalpa, Honduras is even located in a world map. This is for you soft citites:
NO we do not live in trees!
Don´t be so credulous, naivity is for the weak.
We might be poor in economy but not poor in the heart.
I am proud for where I´ve lived my entire life
and I know how different we are from other cities
we have people who would help however they can to make this city a better one.
We work hard and that makes us who we are.
You might work hard or you might not work at all and that is why for you their is no difference between those
because you know nothing about why a city is called a city.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Shy Claire
Claire passed down the crowded hallway on this first day of school. She glimpsed quickly to her left, and then to her right. Then, she sauntered out and prevented the throng of students. Was anyone regarding her? Although she wanted to stare around, she kept gazing straight ahead. However, it appeared that none of her classmates peered at her as they hustled quickly to their classes.
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