<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194</id><updated>2011-08-14T12:10:28.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lecrazymundo</title><subtitle type='html'>C'est le mundo de un cara tre interesante y bien cool chido legal genial bacan guay chevere chingon padre</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-115214596981343064</id><published>2006-07-05T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:32:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Go France!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-115214596981343064?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/115214596981343064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=115214596981343064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/115214596981343064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/115214596981343064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2006/07/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-115208114952387214</id><published>2006-07-04T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:32:29.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4, 2006</title><content type='html'>So the thing that most caught my attention today was Italy's victory over Germany in the world cup.  I guess I am a traitor...  America's big day and I am thinking more about 'soccer' than fireworks and hotdogs. ( I don't eat hot dogs because I don't eat pork.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... it must be known that when the Cup began all my heart was in the US winning.  Was it likely? No.  but I had hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghana sent the Americans home.  After that I hoped that Mexico would go far...  Mexico has never one the CUp and hell, more people in this country care about Mexican football than the US team.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina eliminated Mexico.  So then I hoped that Argentina's young team would do well.  Beyond that I would have liked to see Brazil domiante the Europeon powers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... by the quater finals only European teams are left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal has never won.. maybe they can surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-115208114952387214?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/115208114952387214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=115208114952387214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/115208114952387214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/115208114952387214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2006/07/july-4-2006.html' title='July 4, 2006'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113538151674282151</id><published>2005-12-23T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:45:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedenesday before Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Ya la habibi ya la &lt;br /&gt;I feel like Rumi &lt;br /&gt;Walking alone &lt;br /&gt;In the cold dark empty road &lt;br /&gt;Drunk &lt;br /&gt;And I am happy &lt;br /&gt;Blanketed by a sky full of stars &lt;br /&gt;Knitted into the street lights &lt;br /&gt;In my blurred mind &lt;br /&gt;Stoned on sheesha and hashish &lt;br /&gt;Alone &lt;br /&gt;With the lost noises &lt;br /&gt;I listen to my own footsteps &lt;br /&gt;As if they lean me on &lt;br /&gt;ya la habibi ya la &lt;br /&gt;Wilid night like &lt;br /&gt;Whiriling dervish &lt;br /&gt;On the dance floor &lt;br /&gt;Friends who adore &lt;br /&gt;The look in their eyes &lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;br /&gt;The night ends &lt;br /&gt;Ya la habibi ya la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113538151674282151?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113538151674282151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113538151674282151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113538151674282151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113538151674282151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/wedenesday-before-thanksgiving.html' title='The Wedenesday before Thanksgiving'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113486392078675548</id><published>2005-12-17T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:58:40.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>So, Congress passed a bill that secures the borders and now makes it a felony to enter and live in the country without documentation.  Now when people call immigrants "illegals" and "criminals" they are basically right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a shame...  I can see the need for building a fence on the border and taking other means to secure it, but passing a bill that instantly makes 15 million people in this country into felons seems unproductive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year 300,000 people come to the US from Mexico LEGALLY.  That is the maximum number of visas allotted for Mexico.  Anyone else who wishes to, or needs to, come to the US from Mexico must do so "illegally."  It is estimated that between another 1 million and 3 million people come here without papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they come?  For jobs...  and we need them here.  If there were no illegal immigrants in Dallas then no one could eat because:  those immigrants work on the farms that grow the food, in the factories where they pack the food, in the stores and restaurants where you buy that food... etc...   no building could be built or maintained because at least 70% of that work force is made of illegal immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem of Illegal Immigration?  The only problem/ the only harm of illegal immigration is what is done to the immigrants.  They are the ones that must live a clandestine life, fearfull of the policy, without the ability to do most of the things we take for granted such as purchasing a home or a car.  Now more than ever illegal immigrant know that at anytime the government can arrest them and deport them and take away everything they have worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a myth that immigrants come into this country and drain away public resources.  They get free medical care right?  Hmmm.. tell me wher eyou can get free medical care in this country and I will get in line.  The only places like that are hospitals like Parkland which 1) are horrible places and 2) are funded by local taxes.  But immigrants don't pay taxes!  What is that statement based on?  Do they have some card that they use at Wal-Mart that discounts the sales tax?  Does the rent they pay not go to pay property taxes?  Even amny illegal immigrants pay federal income tax, without the opportunity to collect a refund.  So illegals actually contrigute more than blue collar citizens who get part of their tax money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One solution to illegal immigration:  Legalize it!  A realistic quota for Mexican immigrants, somewhere around 1 million, would mean that many many fewer immigrants would try to swim the Rio Grande or cross the desert to enter the country illegally.  A lower number of workers trying to cross the border would make it easier for Border Patrol agents to spot drug smuggelers and potential terrorists trying to enter the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic is wonderful for solveing problems people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113486392078675548?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113486392078675548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113486392078675548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113486392078675548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113486392078675548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/immigration.html' title='Immigration'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113477362667532327</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:56:31.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Águas de Março (Waters of March)</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; pau &amp;eacute; pedra &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's wood, it's stone &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o fim do caminho &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the end of the road &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o resto do toco &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the rest of the stump &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o pouco sozinho &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a little alone &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um caco de vidro &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a sliver of glass &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a vida, &amp;eacute; o sol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It is life, it's the sun &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a noite &amp;eacute; a morte &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It is night, it is death &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o la&amp;ccedil;o &amp;eacute; o anzol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a trap, it's the bait &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; peroba do campo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's peroba of the field &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; N&amp;oacute; na madeira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; The knot in the wood &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Caing&amp;aacute;, candeia &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; Caing&amp;aacute;?, lamp &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; matita-pereira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the matita-pereira tree &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; madeira de vento &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's wood of the wind &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Tombo da ribanceira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; Falls of the river bank &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o mist&amp;eacute;rio profundo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the profound mystery &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o queira no queira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the want in the don't want &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um vento ventando &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the wind blowing free &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o fim da ladeira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the end of a slope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a viga &amp;eacute; o v&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the beam, it's a void &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Festa da cumeeira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; Ridge beam festival &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a chuva chovendo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the rain coming down &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; A conversa ribeira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; The riverbank talks &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Das &amp;aacute;guas do mar&amp;ccedil;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; of the waters of march &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o fim da canseira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the end of the strain &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o p&amp;eacute; &amp;eacute; o ch&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the foot, It's the ground &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a marcha estradeira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the beat of the road &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Passarinho na m&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; Small bird in the hand &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Pedra de atiradeira  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; A slingshot stone &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Uma ave no c&amp;eacute;u &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; A bird in the sky &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Uma ave no ch&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; A bird on the ground &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um regato, &amp;eacute; uma fonte  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; it's a creek, it's a fountain &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um peda&amp;ccedil;o de p&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; it's a piece of bread &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o fundo do po&amp;ccedil;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the bed of the well &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o fim do caminho &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the end of the road &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; no rosto desgosto &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; The dismay in the face &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um pouco sozinho &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a little alone &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um estrepe &amp;eacute; um prego &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a point, It's a nail &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; uma ponte um ponto &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a bridge, its a point &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um pingo pingando &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the drop dripping &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; uma conta, um canto &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's an account, a story &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um peixe, um gesto &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a fish, a gesture &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; uma prata brilhando &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the silvery glow &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a luz da manh&amp;atilde; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the soft morning light &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o tijolo chegando &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the brick arriving &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a lenha, &amp;eacute; o dia &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the firewood, It's the day &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o fim da picada &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the end of the trail &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a garrafa de cana &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the bottle of liquor &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Estilha&amp;ccedil;o na estrada &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; Splinter in the road &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o projeto da casa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the plans of the house &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o corpo na cama &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the body in bed &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; o carro engui&amp;ccedil;ado &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the broken car &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a lama, &amp;eacute; a lama &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the mud, It's the mud &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um passo, uma ponte &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a footstep, it's a bridge &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um sapo &amp;eacute; uma r&amp;atilde; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a toad, it's a frog &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um resto de mato &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the rest of thicket &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; na luz da manh&amp;atilde; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; in the light of the morning &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; S&amp;atilde;o as &amp;aacute;guas de mar&amp;ccedil;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; They are the waters of march &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; fechando o ver&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; closing the summer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; promessa de vida &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the promise of life &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; no teu cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; in your heart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; uma cobra, um pau &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a snake, a stick &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; Jo&amp;atilde;o, &amp;eacute; Jos&amp;eacute; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's John, It's Joseph &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um espinho na mau &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a thorn in your hand &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um corte no p&amp;eacute; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the cut on your foot &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; S&amp;atilde;o as &amp;aacute;guas de mar&amp;ccedil;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; They are the waters of march &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; fechando o ver&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; closing the summer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a promessa de vida &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the promise of life &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; no teu cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; in your heart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um passo uma ponte &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a footstep, a bridge &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um sapo &amp;eacute; uma r&amp;atilde; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's a toad, it's a frog &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; um belo horizonte &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the beautiful horizon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; uma febre ter&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; Its the third fever &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; S&amp;atilde;o as &amp;aacute;guas de mar&amp;ccedil;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; They are the waters of march &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; fechando o ver&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; closing the summer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &amp;Eacute; a promesa da vida &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; It's the promise of life &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; no teu cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt; in your heart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113477362667532327?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113477362667532327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113477362667532327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477362667532327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477362667532327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/guas-de-maro-waters-of-march.html' title='Águas de Março (Waters of March)'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113477345644651881</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:50:56.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy?</title><content type='html'>Is Democracy only a luxuary to be had by the most stable countries?  or could it be a means to an end in conflict area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not have a referendum in Kashmir to let the Kashmiris decide weather they want to be part of India or Pakistan, or be independent.  Isn't that what freedom and democracy are about?  Or how about in Palestine?  Both Isrealis and Palestinains could vote on so called "ROad maps" to peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy and government are no synoyms and are almost contradictory.  What the government wants and what the people want are in conflict many times.  The US, the world's self-proclaimed leading democracy, has never had a nationwide referendum about any issue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that in instances when democracy would result in something other than what serves the purposes of the government, then the authorities side-step democratic procedures.  They only permit the people to use their power when both results are acceptable to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113477345644651881?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113477345644651881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113477345644651881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477345644651881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477345644651881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/democracy.html' title='Democracy?'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113477331665745025</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:48:36.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ego sum, ego sonido</title><content type='html'>ego sum, ego sonido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feast with Arabs in the sunlight during Ramadan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smoke weed and listen to church bells ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream in color- dreams that I forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I defend the blacks from the whites and the whites from the blacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare that God is One, There is no Allah but Allah and Mohamed is his Prophet and Jesus the Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep under a rosario and when I awake I curse the hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have crossed the Rio Grande illegally in both directions and found both sides equally inviting and equally hostile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt more American than when I was in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the banks of the Seine discussing life with Brazilian-American and contemplated how many must have drowned themselves, first with wine and then in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have defended the hijab to Arab women and told Muslim women they should not feel obligated to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted Jesus by denying Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained a little something by everyplace I have visited, but I have also left a piece of myself behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate carne asada in the sombra of el cerro de la silla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank wine in the shadow of Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have swam in a stone quarry in Northeastern Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have driven the early hours north on 1-35 to Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been assualted by food in Section 8 Indian apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell tamales and curry at the same time in my own mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ridden trains illegally to go downtown and taken African taxi cab back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat everyone as equal because no one is better than me, and no one is worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113477331665745025?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113477331665745025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113477331665745025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477331665745025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477331665745025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/ego-sum-ego-sonido.html' title='ego sum, ego sonido'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113477303583472280</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:43:55.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a good host</title><content type='html'>I realized that some people (usually of the fairer skin type) are terrible hosts.  So I am setting out a set of rules that are for being a good host.  (Note:  if you are Hispanic, Indian, or Arab you probably have no need to read this because your parents taught you to be hospitable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)  Do not consider letting someone into your home a favor.&lt;/strong&gt;  You are fortunate to have guests.  Especially if you invite someone over, then you have no place to pretend that they owe you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)  Greet your guests with a smile and an enthusiastic saludo&lt;/strong&gt;.  It not enough to just say "hey" and immediatly look away.  It makes  your guests feel unwelcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Do not eat or drink in front of your guests without offering them something. &lt;/strong&gt; If you do not have enough to offer then you should refrain from eating or drinking while your guests are present.  Going so far as to prohibit your guests from eating or drinking what  you have is very rude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Do not invite someone into your house and then leave them un-entertained &lt;/strong&gt;as you partake in another activitiy, such as sleeping.  If you must then politely say:  "I am tired I have to sleep now.  Thank you for visiting.  See you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) As a new person arrive to your house, introduce them to the others already present if they are not aquainted.&lt;/strong&gt;  This goes for many other situations too.  There is a simply thing called empathy.  You should realize that your guest will feel uncomfortable in your home if he/she does not know any of the other guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) See-off your guests and make them feel as if they were welcome back any time&lt;/strong&gt;, even if that isn't true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113477303583472280?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113477303583472280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113477303583472280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477303583472280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477303583472280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-good-host.html' title='Being a good host'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113477292564192212</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:42:05.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombas Suicidas</title><content type='html'>Suicide bombers:  by far the boldest and most outrageous form of terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw the movie &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Paradise Now&lt;/a&gt;  which is a fictional story about 2 Palestinian men chosen to be suicide bombers and the moral dilema that creates for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My state is thus:  I see the act of suicide bombing, as all terroist acts, as  an un-excusable act of violence which hurts all sides of an issue.  However, those that carry out the acts demand a certain empathy.  Anyone who is willing to sacrifice their life for a cause is certainly in a desperate situation... that doesn't excuse their actions but the issue is dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intelligent person should be capable of judging a person on more than their actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113477292564192212?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113477292564192212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113477292564192212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477292564192212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477292564192212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/bombas-suicidas.html' title='Bombas Suicidas'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113477282781797465</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:40:27.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estados Unidos</title><content type='html'>Los gringos no quieren tener otro Fidel Castro en America Latina, sino quieren un fidel castrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. doesn't want another Fidel Castro in Latin America, but they do want another fidel castrado (Spanish for loyal and castrated.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113477282781797465?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113477282781797465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113477282781797465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477282781797465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477282781797465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/estados-unidos.html' title='Estados Unidos'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-113477274846876544</id><published>2005-12-16T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:39:08.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this!</title><content type='html'>Step 1- Take a normal cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2- Fill it with candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3-  Write on the box in arabic: "This is a box full of candy.  Have some.  Free Candy"  and other similar phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4- Leave the box in a public space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5-  Call me so I can bail you out of jail after you get arrested for making a bomb threat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-113477274846876544?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/113477274846876544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=113477274846876544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477274846876544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/113477274846876544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/12/try-this.html' title='Try this!'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-111661269133065482</id><published>2005-05-20T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:15:24.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marjane</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.rdv-histoire.com/images/2_logos/marjane-satrapi.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-111661269133065482?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/111661269133065482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=111661269133065482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/111661269133065482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/111661269133065482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/05/marjane.html' title='marjane'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-110563800620066984</id><published>2005-01-13T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T09:40:06.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'> Marjane Satrapi</title><content type='html'>Marjane Satrapi es un novelista grafica, osea que escribe novelas parecidas a comics.  Ella es de Iran pero ahora vive en Francia.  Sus libros mas conocidos son Persepolis y Persepolis 2.  El primero se trata de su ninhez en Iran durante los anhos 70 cuando el Shah era el lider del pais.  Los padres de Marjane son revolucionarios y asi ella conoce las ideas y efectos de la politica de sus pais.  La historia se enfoca en el punto de vista y identidad que la ninha Marjane tiene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; El conflicto de la histora es la revolucion que trayo los lideres islamicos al poder.  Despues comienza la guerra entre Iran y Irak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persepolis 2 se trata del la adolescencia de Marjane.  Viviendo en Austria, Marjane explora con drogas y con el amor.  Al volver a Iran marjane encuentra un mundo muy diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-110563800620066984?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/110563800620066984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=110563800620066984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/110563800620066984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/110563800620066984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2005/01/marjane-satrapi_13.html' title=' Marjane Satrapi'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-110368718342631965</id><published>2004-12-21T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T19:46:23.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moes beautiful women</title><content type='html'>Eva Mendes is very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marjane Satrapi is also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-110368718342631965?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/110368718342631965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=110368718342631965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/110368718342631965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/110368718342631965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/12/moes-beautiful-women.html' title='moes beautiful women'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-110352450729695093</id><published>2004-12-19T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:35:07.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The word 'coger' is incoherent</title><content type='html'>I read Rayuela, but it's in English called Hopscotch.  I hunger to read the Spansih text but the copy at the biblioteca was ancient and impossible to read because the binding was shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time wasting it thinking of another bronze-skinned girl.  I spend my pesos americanos on chocolate ( chocolatl in the language of the Aztecas ) and I have buyers remorse and a belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Dallas, Texas.  People here say I have an accent.  I wonder if I have an archaic native accent that has since been over taken by the Okies and carpet-bagger that occupy the 'posh Dallas suburbs.'  But my soft A's probably come from too much time in taquerias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can lie to people and say that I am from Belize.  No one know what a Belizean looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather self-obseesed but I am an altruist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-110352450729695093?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/110352450729695093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=110352450729695093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/110352450729695093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/110352450729695093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/12/word-coger-is-incoherent.html' title='The word &apos;coger&apos; is incoherent'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109864506153741505</id><published>2004-10-24T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T12:41:32.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clesius 41.11</title><content type='html'>movie page &lt;a href="http://www.celsius4111.com/"&gt;http://www.celsius4111.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celsius 41.11&lt;br /&gt;supposedly thats the tempature at which the brain beings to die, and thus that movie was meant for the brain-dead. Supposedly the movie refutes Micheal Moore's &lt;a href="http://www.fahrenheit911.com/"&gt;Fahrenheit 9-11 movie.&lt;/a&gt; If you see the promo poster for Celsius it makes a promise of being sort of humorous, but the movie is not entertaining at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that Fhrenheit 9-11 is a blatently biased movie, too much soreally. I will say that amongMicheal Moore's movies it is not the best, I think I might prefere all the other. However, you have to admit that the film is decently done... it is made in an entertaining way, and beyond that it brings up lots of important facts... yes facts. It is a FACT that the Bush family is highly connected to the Saudi royal family and the BIn LAden family. Is the Bin Laden family a family of terrorists?? no . . . Is the Saudi money in the Bush family and the US economy in and of it self a bad thing? no. Guess what, Micheal Mooore never says any of those things... his movie is good because it displays facts in an intersting way that makes your brain logically come to a conclusion. He doesn;t sit on screen and tell you his opion and expect you to beleive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie did... it had 4 or 5 guys and 2 o 3 women that narrated their opinos about Bush and the issues he has been invlolved with. They tell you that Arabs want to kill us, that the Iraq war has spread democary through the Middle East, Clinton was in love with Yassar Arrafat, violence is the only solution... they just say the things, there is no support for the arguments... ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie did bring up so intersting things about the Florida election- it claims that no voters were turned away at the polls... hard to believe.. is it a lie? and also some valid criticism of John Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall.. shitty movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109864506153741505?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109864506153741505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109864506153741505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109864506153741505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109864506153741505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/10/clesius-4111.html' title='Clesius 41.11'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109864389201929142</id><published>2004-10-24T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T11:51:32.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Used to be</title><content type='html'>I used to be a poet&lt;br /&gt;Writing line upon line&lt;br /&gt;to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;to express my mind&lt;br /&gt;all for you&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109864389201929142?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109864389201929142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109864389201929142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109864389201929142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109864389201929142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/10/used-to-be.html' title='Used to be'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109762682711417890</id><published>2004-10-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T17:20:27.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfunky</title><content type='html'>You're wonderfunky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?  its really nice and really frightening.   I have met someone that makes me beleive love is real, but sometimes I still doubt.   What do I have to offer her?  She is so wonderful...  I am just me, just this strange fruit of life, rotting while trying to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109762682711417890?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109762682711417890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109762682711417890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109762682711417890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109762682711417890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/10/wonderfunky.html' title='Wonderfunky'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109626120655159004</id><published>2004-09-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:00:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta</title><content type='html'>Cometi una falta en el campo de juego de la vida&lt;br /&gt;me hacen falta las cosas que nunca he tenido&lt;br /&gt;La Ninhez&lt;br /&gt;El Amor&lt;br /&gt;La Felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Te hago falta?&lt;br /&gt;¿Te hace falta mi presencia?&lt;br /&gt;Tu me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;Aunque estes aqui presente&lt;br /&gt;No te puedo tocar&lt;br /&gt;No te puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt;me hace Falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109626120655159004?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109626120655159004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109626120655159004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109626120655159004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109626120655159004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/09/falta.html' title='Falta'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109514314638306239</id><published>2004-09-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T17:23:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastard</title><content type='html'>I was born in Dallas, TX&lt;br /&gt;In the fertile summer heat&lt;br /&gt;As a bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was reborn&lt;br /&gt;And reborn&lt;br /&gt;Reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born-again Christian&lt;br /&gt;Born-again virgen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fertilized by Mark Shepard&lt;br /&gt;By Joe Stanco&lt;br /&gt;By Todd Buckley&lt;br /&gt;By Joey Darrell Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;By Ricardo Garza&lt;br /&gt;In the womb of all the girls&lt;br /&gt;All the pinches viejas&lt;br /&gt;And then given la luz&lt;br /&gt;Ripped away&lt;br /&gt;Always a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109514314638306239?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109514314638306239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109514314638306239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109514314638306239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109514314638306239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/09/bastard.html' title='Bastard'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109371422761264019</id><published>2004-08-28T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T10:30:27.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tight-ass Nigga"</title><content type='html'>Light night I went to this crappy party and drank some.  It was boring so I went outside.  I starting talking to these people that stay in my dorm.  There were mostly Ethiopian-Americans.  After talking a bit this one guy, Marititab, probably the most 'americanized' one referred to me as a "tight-ass nigga."  Thats so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109371422761264019?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109371422761264019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109371422761264019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109371422761264019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109371422761264019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/08/tight-ass-nigga.html' title='&quot;Tight-ass Nigga&quot;'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109364909444294904</id><published>2004-08-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T16:24:54.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En Amor Arte</title><content type='html'>Nunca me debo enamorar&lt;br /&gt;para mi es una cosa muy vana&lt;br /&gt;no sirve para nada&lt;br /&gt;estar enamorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazon sangra&lt;br /&gt;ama y sangra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mente se pone loca&lt;br /&gt;mientras trata de entender&lt;br /&gt;las mentiras&lt;br /&gt;de las mujeres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tuviera motocicleta&lt;br /&gt;yo seria mas chingon&lt;br /&gt;pero no&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;no puedo ser mas que esto&lt;br /&gt;soy mas chingon&lt;br /&gt;mais legal&lt;br /&gt;cool as shit&lt;br /&gt;bad-ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por que me estoy enloqueciendo&lt;br /&gt;por una vieja?&lt;br /&gt;porque necesito carinho&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;amistad&lt;br /&gt;compania&lt;br /&gt;abrazos&lt;br /&gt;y pensaba&lt;br /&gt;creia&lt;br /&gt;que ella me lo iba a dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que estupido soy&lt;br /&gt;que cerebro de verga tengo para pensar eso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero afectarle a una vieja&lt;br /&gt;quiero darle alguna sensacion&lt;br /&gt; pero no puedo&lt;br /&gt;soy una fantasma&lt;br /&gt;no soy la fuente de ninguna emocion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorme es vano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109364909444294904?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109364909444294904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109364909444294904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109364909444294904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109364909444294904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/08/en-amor-arte.html' title='En Amor Arte'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109338594624276563</id><published>2004-08-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T15:19:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arlington sucks!</title><content type='html'>I don;t like Arlington.   There is no bus system.  There are no cinemas (only movie theatres.)  There is no mexican supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;only 2 more years to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109338594624276563?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109338594624276563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109338594624276563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109338594624276563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109338594624276563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/08/arlington-sucks.html' title='Arlington sucks!'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109313495571088185</id><published>2004-08-21T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T17:36:49.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTA</title><content type='html'>Ahora estoy en UTA... no es Utah, el estado famoso por ser un desierto enorme con un lago de sal y muchos mormons, pero UTA (Universty of Texas at Arlington)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que sepan Arlington es el hogar de Six Flags y de los Texas Rangers de beisbol pero ademas que eso Arlington no ofrece mucho. Esta cerca de Fort Worth y no hay mas que 30 millas entre el limite de Arlington y el de Dallas pero me siento tan lejos de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo ya en un dorm con un chamo llamado Jacob. El es buena onda me supongo pero nadie aqui partence ser gente como yo... gente rara, gente intelectual... no se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pues ojala que todo salga bien y pos intento escribir aqui mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau&lt;br /&gt;Andru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109313495571088185?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109313495571088185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109313495571088185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109313495571088185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109313495571088185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/08/uta.html' title='UTA'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109132790028162939</id><published>2004-07-31T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T19:38:20.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>papiamentu 1</title><content type='html'>I eat the fruit of your sweet tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ami kome e fruta di bo dushi palu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink the water of my salty sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abo bebe e awa di mi salu laman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esaki ta stima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109132790028162939?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109132790028162939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109132790028162939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109132790028162939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109132790028162939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/07/papiamentu-1.html' title='papiamentu 1'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-109125850704968834</id><published>2004-07-31T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:23:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For whoever still reads this</title><content type='html'>For you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Iglesia Catolica me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;Il Papa me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;Este pais de idiotas me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;El Presidente me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si me case con una virgen&lt;br /&gt;me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;si me muera un virgen&lt;br /&gt;me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tu me importas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;The National Football League me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;If anyone will miss me when I am gone&lt;br /&gt;me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tu me importas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;Kobe Bryant me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Jackson me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tu me importas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-109125850704968834?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/109125850704968834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=109125850704968834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109125850704968834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/109125850704968834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/07/for-whoever-still-reads-this.html' title='For whoever still reads this'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108637133937587464</id><published>2004-06-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T10:51:18.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola Galera</title><content type='html'>Yo les mando saludos a todos que leen este blog.  Yo ando trabajando muchas pero muchas horas durante la semana y asi no he podido poner poemas ni nada.&lt;br /&gt;Espero poder poner unos mais este fin da semana.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novedades:  El fin passado yo recorded unas musicas avec mi tio.  Una delas suena como flamenco mas o menos.. guitarra con estilo de Andalusia yo diria.  No cante letras pero ya tengo en mi cerebro una cancion en English que se trata de trabajar mucho bajo el sol.  Titulo "The Sun Returns"&lt;br /&gt;Ademas tenemos una cancion cumbia-reggae-son que se llama Babylon Down.  Creo poner las letras este fin y en cuanto yo sepa hacer lo, voy a poner las musicas aqui no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh et yo pienso crear un cancion como mi poema "Vicio" com Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;tchau&lt;br /&gt;Andru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108637133937587464?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108637133937587464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108637133937587464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108637133937587464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108637133937587464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/06/hola-galera.html' title='Hola Galera'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108587394259119788</id><published>2004-05-29T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T16:39:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed We Stand</title><content type='html'>War is never so Great&lt;br /&gt;   Pray for Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;     Blessed we stand&lt;br /&gt;     God unite the World&lt;br /&gt;Ojala que&lt;br /&gt;   Our sacred shopping malls&lt;br /&gt;never feel fury&lt;br /&gt;   Like Italian villages WWII American bombs fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fall of the Economy&lt;br /&gt;   is so bitter&lt;br /&gt;I've alwayes liked Fall&lt;br /&gt;   but soon it's Winter&lt;br /&gt;     I want to smother myself&lt;br /&gt;     Drowning in Afghan blankets&lt;br /&gt;     with Love, skin, body heat&lt;br /&gt;Forget the outside World&lt;br /&gt;   The air outside of ours&lt;br /&gt;     is not worth breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Blessed we stand&lt;br /&gt;    God unite the World&lt;br /&gt;  All the TV's say:&lt;br /&gt;      "America Stikes Back!"&lt;br /&gt;  Why not&lt;br /&gt;      "America Seeks Justice"?&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was what it really was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Blessed we stand&lt;br /&gt;     God unite the World&lt;br /&gt;America's time of crisis?&lt;br /&gt;We're stil better off than anyone&lt;br /&gt;look at Israel, Palestine, Bosnia, Sudan&lt;br /&gt;Pray for them&lt;br /&gt;   They really need it&lt;br /&gt;Pray for them&lt;br /&gt;   Some are barely eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Iraq&lt;br /&gt;God bless Syria&lt;br /&gt;God bless Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;   They need it too&lt;br /&gt;Curse the Taliban if you want&lt;br /&gt;   They'd curse you too&lt;br /&gt;But pray for Afghan children&lt;br /&gt;In the desert and the snow&lt;br /&gt;with warplanes and soliders&lt;br /&gt;They're worse-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed we Stand&lt;br /&gt;   God Unite the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108587394259119788?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108587394259119788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108587394259119788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108587394259119788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108587394259119788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/blessed-we-stand.html' title='Blessed We Stand'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108553195159537554</id><published>2004-05-25T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T18:45:40.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicio</title><content type='html'>Vicio &lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu vicio&lt;br /&gt;tu hábito&lt;br /&gt;tu adicción&lt;br /&gt;tu obsesión&lt;br /&gt;tu vicio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me fumes&lt;br /&gt;que me tomes&lt;br /&gt;que me bebas&lt;br /&gt;que me consumas&lt;br /&gt;que me inyectes a tus venas &lt;br /&gt;para que sea parte de tu sangre&lt;br /&gt;para meterme al más hondo de tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;para que cada célula de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;conozca mi sabor&lt;br /&gt;mi afecto&lt;br /&gt;la sensación que ofrezco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ábreme como una botella&lt;br /&gt;como una lata&lt;br /&gt;como una cajetilla&lt;br /&gt;quítame el plástico&lt;br /&gt;Déjame darte placer&lt;br /&gt;Déjame cambiarte&lt;br /&gt;Gózame&lt;br /&gt;soy puro gozo&lt;br /&gt;soy puro&lt;br /&gt;no hay mejor calidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permiteme ser tu afición&lt;br /&gt;tu droga&lt;br /&gt;tu vicio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me respiras&lt;br /&gt;Me inhalas y me exhalas&lt;br /&gt;pero algo de mí&lt;br /&gt;queda dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Sigo en tus pulmones&lt;br /&gt;sigo en tu sangre, tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Sigo en tu cerebro&lt;br /&gt;y entro a tu alma&lt;br /&gt;tu ser más profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegará un dia&lt;br /&gt;Cuando dependerás de mi&lt;br /&gt;Yo seré la primera cosa&lt;br /&gt;en que pienses al despertar&lt;br /&gt;La última cosa en que pienses&lt;br /&gt;al dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vicio&lt;br /&gt;Yo seré tu vicio &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108553195159537554?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108553195159537554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108553195159537554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108553195159537554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108553195159537554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/vicio.html' title='Vicio'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108518465498114087</id><published>2004-05-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:10:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Glory of Human Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infinite Glory of Human Behavior:&lt;br /&gt;Sex and Civilization &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant ivory tower of Babel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babylon Empire State Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empire building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final frontier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frontier town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Border town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross the border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clandestine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hennessey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourning the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Sea Scrolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spare some change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life begins at birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life begins at conception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the concept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a condom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control the masses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass transit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War on Drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War on Terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditioned to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair conditioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air conditioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air pollution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUV’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plasma TV’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey D’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diabetes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids who are obese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids who are starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitalists carving up the pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E = mc 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loch Ness monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lockheed Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apache helicopters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apache reservations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108518465498114087?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108518465498114087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108518465498114087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108518465498114087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108518465498114087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/infinite-glory-of-human-behavior.html' title='Infinite Glory of Human Behavior'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108511009959688305</id><published>2004-05-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:36:59.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sombra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre viviré en tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;en tu estela&lt;br /&gt;debajo de ti&lt;br /&gt;atrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me miras&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ves lo que tienes &lt;br /&gt;lo que soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes&lt;br /&gt;Yo eligo vivir en tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;Soy grande&lt;br /&gt;pero vivo en tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;Porque no sé nada sin ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108511009959688305?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108511009959688305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108511009959688305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108511009959688305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108511009959688305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/sombra.html' title='Sombra'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108509218382802669</id><published>2004-05-20T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T15:29:43.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiebre</title><content type='html'>I have a fever&lt;br /&gt;    37 grados&lt;br /&gt;Flowers flores xochime&lt;br /&gt;    Growing out of my head&lt;br /&gt;    Ears steaming like a teapot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated like cruda&lt;br /&gt;but ill&lt;br /&gt;   invaded by some virus&lt;br /&gt;   el viro del nilo&lt;br /&gt;   bit by a mosquito&lt;br /&gt;   now doomed to die&lt;br /&gt;   poisoned blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My tempature is high&lt;br /&gt;   the world melts below me&lt;br /&gt;   Time&lt;br /&gt;Intangible time&lt;br /&gt;Evaporates from my head&lt;br /&gt;like ice water&lt;br /&gt;   heated by soulfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My soul tries to escape my body&lt;br /&gt;   feeling death is near&lt;br /&gt;   but genial vida remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Virgen hangs &lt;br /&gt;on my wall&lt;br /&gt;Quieta unmoving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat that burns inside&lt;br /&gt;burns outside too&lt;br /&gt;   100 degrees&lt;br /&gt;The trees wilt in the heat&lt;br /&gt;And blow in the Breeze&lt;br /&gt;one like fiery breathe&lt;br /&gt;Like exhaust from the muffler&lt;br /&gt;of an old car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my brain being broiled&lt;br /&gt;  and microwaved at the same time&lt;br /&gt;    my mind melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Calor como caldo&lt;br /&gt;    Served en el tazon del Diablo&lt;br /&gt;Hot like Guatemalan insanity peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of relief&lt;br /&gt;of a jacuzzi filled with ice water&lt;br /&gt;Endless bowls of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;but I fear&lt;br /&gt;    all would melt away&lt;br /&gt;    all would evaporate&lt;br /&gt;in the heat&lt;br /&gt;of me&lt;br /&gt;of my fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108509218382802669?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108509218382802669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108509218382802669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108509218382802669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108509218382802669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/fiebre.html' title='Fiebre'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108499962106086514</id><published>2004-05-19T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T13:47:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Love&lt;br /&gt;Involves two people&lt;br /&gt;But one is apathetic&lt;br /&gt;Love is a disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sickness&lt;br /&gt;That affects the mind&lt;br /&gt;Your eating habits&lt;br /&gt;Your sleep&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;There is no cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108499962106086514?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108499962106086514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108499962106086514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108499962106086514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108499962106086514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/when-love.html' title='When Love'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108455872294883830</id><published>2004-05-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:38:52.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing</title><content type='html'>Anoche en el BBC me daron la noticia que Sonia Gandhi es la nueva Prime Minister de India.  Eso es algo raro porque la senhora Gandhi nacio y crecio en Italia.  Entonces una italiana (con ciudadania indiana) es la lider de India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso me hizo pensar en otra cosa;  Tantos trabajos ya son 'outsourced'a India.  Digo que muchos trabajos como contador, telemarketing, y programacion que antes eran hechos en USA ya son hecho por compania gringas por empleados en la India.  Por ejemplo si tengo un problema con mi bil de telefono y llamo a la compania, no voy a hablar con nadie dentro de USA, voy a hablar con un indiano porque el cobra mucho menos que un gringo por hacer el mismo trabajo.   OK.. ya con 'outsourcing" y con una lider de un pais que es de diferent nacionalidad, por que no hacemos un "outsource" con un muy importante trabajo:  el del presidente.  Un indiano seria presidente por mucho menos dinero que el que ya tenemos.  De echo el que tenemos hoy esta acustumbrado a la vida de ricos.  Un indiano seria nuestro presidente por salario minimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otro chiste:&lt;br /&gt;en USA, donde una gran parte de la poblacion tiene apellidos espanoles, a lo mejor no habra un presidente con nombre hispano por muchos y muchos mas anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero, en Mexico, donde casi todos tienen apellidos espanoles, el presidente tiene el apellido 'Fox.'  No estoy seguro pero Fox me suena ingles o irlandes.. algo muy gringo...  por que no es Zorra?  Vicente Zorra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces, Mexico ha tenido un presidente con apellido ingles antes de que USA ha tenido un presidente con nombre espanol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Arbusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108455872294883830?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108455872294883830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108455872294883830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108455872294883830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108455872294883830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/outsourcing.html' title='Outsourcing'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108441415758156644</id><published>2004-05-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T19:09:17.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Midday magic on the Train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting still&lt;br /&gt;while flying&lt;br /&gt;50 mph	60 mph&lt;br /&gt;Through the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;through the ghettos&lt;br /&gt;the subdivisions&lt;br /&gt;the barrios&lt;br /&gt;the commercial districts&lt;br /&gt;Industrial warehouse zone&lt;br /&gt;through parks green with trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 mph&lt;br /&gt;Into Dallas&lt;br /&gt;Behind the stores and banks&lt;br /&gt;I am hidden&lt;br /&gt;another urban nobody&lt;br /&gt;One of the empty&lt;br /&gt;expressionless faces on the train&lt;br /&gt;I am going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;to do nothing&lt;br /&gt;no destination&lt;br /&gt;no destiny&lt;br /&gt;I just want to ride&lt;br /&gt;relax and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 mph	80 mph&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel into the city&lt;br /&gt;Nova Roma&lt;br /&gt;Nuevo Tenochtitlan&lt;br /&gt;Neomesopotamia&lt;br /&gt;Babylon mother womb&lt;br /&gt;40 mph	30 mph&lt;br /&gt;Exit into the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;cooled by the shadows&lt;br /&gt;of the skyscrapers&lt;br /&gt;where the city's secrets lie&lt;br /&gt;Through the heart&lt;br /&gt;Downtown The West End&lt;br /&gt;Where old is reborn&lt;br /&gt;Where rich walks past poor&lt;br /&gt;where workplace meets with playland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;I exit the train&lt;br /&gt;and let everyone pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Lights changing&lt;br /&gt;Red &amp; White&lt;br /&gt;Trains coming and going&lt;br /&gt;Blue &amp; Red&lt;br /&gt;back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Westmoreland&lt;br /&gt;Parker Road&lt;br /&gt;Ledbetter&lt;br /&gt;Downtown Garland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track&lt;br /&gt;X chromosome across the metroplex sex cell&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of miles of track&lt;br /&gt;thousands of miles traveled daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of passengers&lt;br /&gt;business suit managers&lt;br /&gt;underemployed janitors&lt;br /&gt;women with their children&lt;br /&gt;Lonely poets like me&lt;br /&gt;Together in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108441415758156644?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108441415758156644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108441415758156644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108441415758156644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108441415758156644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/train-poem.html' title='Train Poem'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108439628112316941</id><published>2004-05-12T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:11:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>USA&lt;br /&gt;Tied-up by television cords&lt;br /&gt;Sinking into the quicksand sofas&lt;br /&gt;Trapped inside the idiot box&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped-up in newspaper&lt;br /&gt;like fish and chips&lt;br /&gt;being consumed by media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;Where McArthyists don't know who McCarthy is&lt;br /&gt;Where Marxists don't exist&lt;br /&gt;Where intelligence is sabatoge&lt;br /&gt;Where ideas are an endangered species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;We microwave our brains&lt;br /&gt;and store them in the deep-freeze&lt;br /&gt;next to our red meat and TV dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108439628112316941?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108439628112316941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108439628112316941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108439628112316941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108439628112316941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/poema.html' title='Poema'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970194.post-108439100503793174</id><published>2004-05-12T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T21:06:09.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos</title><content type='html'>Hola galera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Start off hay que saber al menos castellano y English para gozar este blog to the fullest.  Encima seria buena idea saber algo de portugues y francais.  Es que me sale util usar todos eses idomas para expresarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me presento:&lt;br /&gt;Soy Andru Lemon, les escribo desde Garland (G-town) un suburb of Dallas (Big Dirty) en el estado americano formally known as the Republic of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy poeta, musico, y revolucionario pero The Man (Big Brother) me tiene trabajando y estudiando como un buen gringo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog sera un lugar donde voy a poner mis poemas y si haya manera voy a meter mi musica tambien.  Y me supongo que de vez en cuando se me van a escapar unas ideas locas sobre la politica y tambien unos dias voy a llegar aqui para decir mis mamadas existenciales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces, gracias por venir y descuplame in advance:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchau&lt;br /&gt;Andru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970194-108439100503793174?l=lecrazymundo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/feeds/108439100503793174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970194&amp;postID=108439100503793174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108439100503793174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970194/posts/default/108439100503793174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lecrazymundo.blogspot.com/2004/05/bienvenidos.html' title='Bienvenidos'/><author><name>andrulemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388267236120935097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
