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con el dinero ganado lo repartían a los pobres para acabar con la pobreza
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Is this America? This was unheard of 40 years ago!
"ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ; ᴏʜ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜꜱᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ.... ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏʀ ᴄʀʏ, ᴍᴏᴀɴ ᴏʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ, ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜰᴛ, ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ. ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴏ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ, ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ, ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ... ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅʟᴏɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ"
You fell away,
what more can I say?
The feelings evolved,
I won't let it out,
I can't replace...
your screaming face,
Feeling the sickness inside
Why won't you die?
Your blood is mine....
We'll be fine....
Then your body will be mine
So many words
can't describe my fate,
This feeling's evolved,
so soon to break out
I can't relate,
to a happy state,
feeling the blood run inside
Why won't you die?
Your blood is mine....
we'll be fine....
Then your body will be mine
Mood >Queen of the damned
This picture captures a moment just hours after my wife's third double lung transplant surgery, a time when the weight of uncertainty loomed heavily over us. As our anniversary approached, a torrent of emotions surged within me, overwhelming and silent, like a river threatening to overflow its banks.
A great night out at an al fresco restaurant in Bologna, Italy, with Liang, my helpless husband. Months later, this still makes me laugh!
