It is time to fight!

I’m here to serve everyone who need help in the fight as long as it is inside my ideals.

And this is the reason for I get up for everyone who can’t do it, I put my hand up for every injustices which are lived every day, I shout loud to can have the rights which are for us, I fight for my liberty, yours and everyone’s.

Some people think this is an useless fight but I think that even a little group can change the world because this group get illustrate at the rest and thus, together, we win all we deserve. 

Opinion about a fix salary

To have a fix salary for everyone is not completely correct. I think that the clerk of a store should earn less money than a labourer. The amount of a salary has to be connected according to the weekly hours, the hard work, qualifications, etc. However, the differences between the salaries should be minimal. If some people’s salaries are too higher than others, it will produce social classes such as we have now. What it has to be insured is the right to work for everyone or a pension for old age, in case of illness and loss of work capacity. Everyone has to have food and a ceiling under living because it is a human right. Therefore, to have a fix salary isn’t quite right but it is good to secure a job.

Comparative paragraph

The style of Johnny Rotten and Rostropovich is very different. On the one hand, Johnny’s music is punk so he is noisier. When you look at him or anyone in his group, called Sex Pistols, their clothes call the attention as well as their hairs because these aren’t normally seen, these are peculiar. Their fans usually shout in their concerts and they are young people. On the other hand, Rostropovich plays classical music with the sweet sound of his cello. He looks like an elegant and serious person because of his clothes and face. His public is calm and quiet. Although their style doesn’t express the same feelings, both of them are good musicians. 

Nostalgia.

Nostalgia. I feel it.

Nostalgia for what won’t return.

Miserable memories that I hold.

And I hug myself, I hug myself strongly while they are wandering through my mind.

I smile imagining them at the same time I sob. I miss them a lot.

Why did they not come back?

Why are they not repeated?

Why can they not being alive?

Why do they have to be a group of frozen images in the past?

It is frustrating to know they stayed there.

Memories.

Those which kill me so many times and so many others raise me.

I try to avoid them.

I just want to live.

Am I the only one who they pursue?

Nostalgia. It is what I feel when I look at the universe.

And immersed in the dark, what I feel? Nostalgia.

Nostalgia. Eso siento.

Nostalgia por aquello que no volverá.

Míseros recuerdos a los que me aferro.

Y me abrazo, me abrazo fuerte mientras se pasean por mi mente.

Sonrío imaginándolos a la vez que sollozo. Cuánto los extraño.

¿Por qué no regresan?

¿Por qué no se repiten?

¿Por qué no pueden seguir vivos?

¿Por qué tienen que ser una serie de imágenes congeladas del pasado?

Es algo frustrante saber que se quedarán ahí.

Recuerdos.

Aquellos que tantas veces me matan y tantas otras me resucitan.

Trato de evitarlos.

Sólo quiero vivir.

¿Soy la única a la que persiguen?

Nostalgia es lo que siento cuando miro al universo.

¿E inmersa en la oscuridad qué siento? Nostalgia.

Last Wednesday I went to a feminist meeting. People are preparing the protest about gender violence which will be celebrated the next eight of November in Madrid. There, they spoke about the buses which can go from the whole region and how can they make money for helping people to pay the travel if they can’t. The principal objective is to gather as many people as possible because together we can end the abuse. Too many women die at the hands of men everyday. It is a difficult fight but little by little we will get it so I encourage people to go and to help in the projects.

Description

Pablo is one of my admired people and moreover he is a good friend. He has green eyes and although he is eighteen, he has no beard. He can look like a simple person who likes going out and having a good time, but when you really know him, you realise that he is wonderful. He has his ideas clear. He knows what he wants and always tries to get it. He is very affective with everyone and his hugs are the best in the world. He is such a good person that he fights for all injustices he watches. He helps everyone who requires his help. I think that nobody hates him. Definitely, worth knowing him. 

Guernica.

Guernica from Pablo Picasso make me feel sadness. When I look at this image I can experience the same feelings that people in this attack. I can feel the destruction that they experienced. I can feel all the misfortunes that they suffered due to people who wanted power and had a thought of slavery. I can appreciate the pain in the expressions of their faces. It is perceives how they are broken inside, not only outside. I can see the tears of a mother who has lost her baby. She begs mercy. I perceive the fortress that they had to have. And nevertheless, they always had a flame of hope.