Disconnection Service Letter

THE LAST AND Bildu

Night closed. The rain falls, the soil is wet, drop by drop my coat is heavier. My breathing is slow, the bathroom out of my mouth to merge with the air. Step by step, puddle after puddle, in the dim light of lanterns. Dark, rainy night, night to finish what begun. I've spent too much time suffering and it is time to end this. Saco keep the gun under his coat. There is no turning back. The fear has passed into history. Now my ideal rhythm to my strokes. My reason controls my steps.

My time is decided, I do not mind the rain, be cold, because I know the aim is in my head, not in my eyes. I do not need to see. I do not need ears to hear. Nor hands to touch. Are ahead, and my heart rate nor have undeterred, I walk while I raise my gun. Gets wet, but the drops do not make a dent in their function. I know from experience. They are aware of my presence, aware of the danger they face, knowing that soon will cease to breathe, and everything else does not matter, they know it's your time, know they will be punished for doing wrong, that this time is deserved for their actions, merely thinking about them freezes the blood, preventing them from reacting. The shots are accurate, one after another, my ears listen to, my eyes do not see the impact, but even so I know I've hit the mark. Fall, fall slowly, the blood, rivers and small and stunted, the water melts the asphalt. My gun smokes, 13 shots, 13 hits, a smile.

look at the sky, the drops hit my skin, sliding along the line of my features. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Justice has prevailed over evil. Has reached the end of slave life, has come the start of a free life. No more staring at my neck. There will be no more death or crying. Now it's over. I think of my father, my mother, my brothers. Air smells like gunpowder smell victory, smell freedom. I feel cherished moment. Rain falling, sirens sounding, river inside.

ahead and start a new life, a life free.

BUILDER 2.0

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The marsh and the Throne III Champions




- Let's see Manu. "You know me long ago, no?
- Precisely, precisely because of that.
- Fuck me. When have I lied to me in such a thing?
- You I have to remember the last weekend of the year and chicken guiris rode with those two? Are you still awaiting trial or charges removed?
- They removed the charges. But that's not the point dammit. That is true hell, there is a car with two women brought to the eyes in the middle of the marsh and the old bridge on top of that I get to help me gassing the very daughters of bitches. They have had to have an accident, have left the bridge and there are the very dogs, drinking and getting to Farla as if they were parked on the roadside.
- Hey, you get it fatal, I'm going to have to lead to consultation, wait do not move, I'll try to take off all this shit with serum of time until you see if you are injured corneas. I'm going to put the fucking car.
- You cleanse me and all you want. Whore mother, aunts step for me as if they die. Do not believe me? Anyway, step up to denounce them. Ojala drowning. But then do not say that I have not tried warning.
- Okay, okay, give a little back and go to stop a moment Aljaraque the old bridge and take a look for you to stay calm.
- If I, quiet, I am.
- Well worth it. Come on, strip. No not fuck around, that the car is to the other side.
- Damn I can not see, what do you want?
- Come see, give me your little hand Pepe Lui.
- Hey, at least cachondeito.
- hahahaha.
- You are hijodeputa. Total

, we approach the old bridge. And indeed there was the damn red car and the marks in the mud I did as I approached. From a distance we watch and as Manoah said, because I did not see or three mounted on a donkey, there was nobody in there. Of course, being the car where I said my version of events still earned some credibility when I was who I was and having the reputation I had.
Anyway, Manué emergency calls and alerts to the meritorious, mobilizes civil protection and fire and the people that was coming seemed to have called a whore National Guard, which is what had to be made from if I had initially ignored.
And I am slowly regaining some sight. Fuzzy, but something I see. And when the chicken was riding and saw him face Alonso Sergeant sworn I had it from the end of last year ... the fact is that I did not want anything to stay there and I started asking questions. Moreover, now that I remembered, had still on the joints left over from last night I and above were not that out of this besides dodgy eye, with one count of possession. He played
line out the forum. And secretly, taking advantage of the confusion and the curious began to stand and that, I went away towards the village.
A saw that it was approaching a large building and if a line of terraced houses, but without being detached or townhouses, or anything. Blue and white Andalusian tile decorations.
spent on the street and looked into the windows and saw viejunos with sad face sitting and watching TV.
Then I realized two things, first is that everything around me was like a slightly smaller scale of what are usually the things in reality.
The bridge and the marsh, for example, were a kind of giant sets or models. I do not know how to explain. It is as if someone had taken the reality, had shrunk a little, do not know how to wash in the program of 60 ° and then would have taken the details.
The second thing is that this building had not seen in my fucking life, and I pass by there every day.
About half, on a door, there was a sign that read: "Private Isabel Santana Aging Fair"
Hell, my grandmother!
Yes, my grandmother was in a nursing home for Alzheimer's, but was in San Juan, and certainly not with his name.
I started to enter, and to my surprise, the door was open.

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ETA, THE SAME SIDE OF THE COIN TWENTY YEARS

"Miguel, my friend, do not worry, we will do justice."

Murderers bastards ... have come here only to continue with business as usual, extortion, murder ... you got it thanks to a bunch of bastards.

ETA is Bildu, Bildu is ETA. Damn, why after years of struggle, sacrifice, blood and death you still here playing balls? You no longer enough to have snatched the parent or child over a thousand people in this country? Do not you break up cock and destroy lives of others? Damn you bastards and those that allowed you to reach our polls and town halls. 6 inept and heartless judges decided to approve only taking your testimony, saying that you did not have anything to do with ETA ... but they would not see the other side of the coin, the face that reminds us of our fathers face killed, maimed brothers ... showing that face police reports which clearly reflected the evidence linking ETA and Bildu directly ...

I say something damn fucking murderers: me I still had hope in a state of justice in a country that justice applied properly and no political interests ... but just missed. Time to apply real justice, justice you deserve.

As Karl von Clausewitz: "an army is not beaten until it is disarmed."

Well listen damn bastards, you have been out of time and will not have mercy, let's go for Vostros with cold blood and warm heart, get ready because we will end up with you by hook or by crook, I do not care how and rest assured that only tears that will pour out in the end, when you are defeated and I cried with happiness remembering my father, remembering my mother, recalling that his death was not in vain. Long live freedom and justice.

BUILDER 2.0

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I've been leaking for many years by a way that I can not remember. Have been so many years of confusion ...

I did not see. Not see him. Did not. I've died to be born again and live forever, but with the eternal fear of falling back. Maybe in my mind there is nothing left of that boy who dreamed of flying. Broken so many mornings made me see that the world is not pink and that when we suffer, it is always for a reason. The reason to be better, reason to love, to wanting to be free, to die and be reborn when naecesario ... To recognize, confront ... and move forward. BUILDER

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Local politics in Paterna

These elections can decide if we want the same production system that has led to the current crisis, or else we will choose people who think like us, like you. A more productive system that respects the environment and the most disadvantaged. If you think your party may we political citizens who entered politics because we believe it can change, we are not politicians or believe in them, I consider myself political project rather than because I believe in the projects and people, my confidence can be your confidence if you think like us.