W.A.N.N.A.!

 

Amber: me still waiting Dear... Here in Nowhere almost to home... Mister Larry: Congrats Mister American Seneca Guy New Father Again!  Brother: Umm... Teacher: Waiting Sir... Thank forever for your comminment in The American Dream Mister Beaver: Would you like to come to build America here?! Yesenia: Te amo. Koda: Gracias. Mathiu Thank you Baby.   Mister Antonio: Hold Sir. Wife will pick up everything. Allisa: Love you Sister! Mister Jeremy: Thanks Sir for been an empatic neighbor. Brenda: Hello. Mister Kip: Hello Sir! Seneca Library: Nya:wë! Salamanca Library: Love you Mis Sheri! Jenna, Jocelyn, Ciara: Hello Wife Court of trustfulness... LOL™      

No hay nada ni nadie del otro lado de una frontera: la frontera no existe, más que en vuestra fugaz imaginación... Existen vos y la otredad que ya conocerás en el continuum de la espacialidad no es interrumpida por humano invento alguno... Nuestras fronteras imaginarias fueron nuestras maneras de invisibilizar, o intentarlo, lo evidente: la vecina alma humana, las otredades, la relación/interacción con alguien más de mi misma especie, siempre sometida a más que mi caprichosa voluntad... La especie humana, siempre más de uno, que vos, que yo. La inmediata vecindad. Gracias a esos otros que somos nosotros. Ustedes, es la palabra designa a nuestros inminentes nuevos vecinos: qué dicha ésta víspera de la espera mientras llegan. Aquí no hieden después de tres días las visitas. Más bien, en realidad huelen mal de entrada el esconder las intenciones de las aproximaciones... Cuando es para amar, como enseñó la Trabajadora Social Lauren, en tiempos de crisis los amigos se convierten en familiar...

Find your OWN tune, play your OWN mood, enjoy God's gift in THE INNER OF YOUR SELF: PEACE... Trouvez votre PROPRE mélodie, jouez votre PROPRE humeur, profitez du don de Dieu à L'INTÉRIEUR DE VOUS-MÊME : LA PAIX... Encuentra tu PROPIA melodía, toca tu PROPIO estado de ánimo, disfruta del regalo de Dios en EL INTERIOR DE TU SER: PAZ... Find din EGEN melodi, spil din EGEN stemning, nyd Guds gave i DET INDRE AF DIT SELV: FRED... Encontre sua PRÓPRIA melodia, toque seu PRÓPRIO humor, aproveite o presente de Deus no SEU INTERIOR: PAZ... ابحث عن لحنك الخاص، العب مزاجك الخاص، استمتع بهدية الله في داخلك: السلام... 找到自己的曲調，演奏自己的心情，享受上帝所賜的內心的禮物：平靜… Найдите свою СОБСТВЕННУЮ мелодию, играйте в своем СОБСТВЕННОМ настроении, наслаждайтесь Божьим даром ВНУТРИ ВАШЕГО Я: МИРОМ...           Vind je EIGEN melodie, speel je EIGEN stemming, geniet van Gods geschenk in HET BINNENSTE VAN JEZELF: VREDE...   Finden Sie Ihre EIGENE Melodie, spielen Sie Ihre EIGENE Stimmung, genießen ...

  1=1  God equation when He created U.S.: Equals to his image... Thanks you LORD♥! Easy Maths, 1=1. All of U.S. we are equals each other. Humans we are. Genesis, Chapter 1, Verse 27: "Male and Female he created them". We locals human natives we knew it: because such, the visitors females "invent" Women's Rights in our neighbors playgrounds, The Declaration of Sentiments ...   1=1 Basic maths, that kind babies they can, and they learn... Arithmetic: a number is equal to it self. Because our mutual forever feature God/"The Evolution", all of U.S. we are ONE humanity in billions of  versions breathing the same air we do not and we can not to produce; drinking the same water we do not and we can not to produce; we sustain our bodies in this cute infinite soil/terrain surface we do not and we can not to produce... We depend 100% about irreplaceable elements we are not able of to produce not even a 1% of them at all: thanks for the ride God+NaturGRandma♥!   ...

Esta es la canción del bongó: ¡Aquí, el que más fino sea responde, si llamo yo! Unos dicen: «Ahora mismo». Otros dicen: «Allá voy». Pero mi repique bronco, pero mi profunda voz convoca al negro y al blanco, que bailan al mismo son, cueripardos o almiprietos más de sangre que de sol, pues quien por fuera no es noche, por dentro ya oscureció. ¡Aquí, el que más fino sea responde, si llamo yo!   Nicolás Guillén       

0. Coco: se ralla o licúa, se exprime enjuagando con poca agua(dos cocos por cada 500.000 miligramos de arroz), se cuece a fuego lento allí el arroz, pizca de sal&azucar/panela, despacio hasta el gusto revolver, y cuando se evaporó suficiente agua que van quedando como burbujas de amor de coco y paciencia, se tapa... Media hora, y ahora lo voltean y lo revuelven, y bajan la candela a lo más despacito, y esperan media hora más o una hora y les queda en el fondo el Cucayo: regalo de Dios, la paciencia y el amor. 1. Les ama este padre ausente hasta que Dios mande cuando reír y abrazarnos y cocinar juntos cualquier liga, desde queso hasta pescao, para ese Arrocito é'♥ Coco: compartan con la vecindad SIEMPRE...

Koda: te presento a la Doctora Lorena Becerra Valdivia, chilenoamericana Antropóloga muy importante estos días papa. ¿Por qué? Por que, investigando, encontró otra pieza del rompecabezas acerca de nuestro planeta, que rompió las fechas que teníamos de cuando y cómo, por ejemplo, nosotros los humanos poblamos éste continente Isla Tortuga/Américas/Abiayala... Antes de ella, se tenía la idea que llegamos los humanos aquí hace 12 o 13 mil años... Ella investigó y encontró a una familia con un perro papa!, je je je, en cuevas en México, viviendo allí hace 30 mil años... Arron: maybe there are some content about Phd. Becerra Valdivia on English... Dude: everything we know about our species in the continent is wrong compa... So: highly recommended, and please, share some data with your Father... Love you Mister Warrior!  Espero algún día lo veas papa. Enjoy Warriors!   

 

  Is expensive been a Western Society Participant: been Human is free from God/The Creator, and a pleasure in a Tribe/Family/Mom&Dad Account... I was doing some holes a couple of days Ago Mister Beaver, and the tool went broke: for sure a wrong move from the hands on it, and few minutes ago I leave it in the Shop for fixing from "Uncle Louis", a guy is not my uncle but those kind of guys are like uncles kind of humans, Lol.  Been "Westerns Humans":  that invention from the Management Team after the Queen&King state of society where still is not happening the true human society where there are NOTHING before the Free Will God inherited in U.S., is expensive BECAUSE(such a cute thing to heards you saying that word Mathiu when you was a baby) is a lie that any human is a burden and because the maintanance of such lie then is sustained in the human it self from the Management Team... As used to be the wrong way from Highness Queen and  Highness King.  What t...

Americans neighbors: God is Fair. Our mutual human attempt is sometimes fair enough. How to know when is and when is not fair something? Human Common Sense + Love in Our hearts = Maybe we will know...  They the Government&Corporations they called "The Law":  let to ask our selves autonomously, with God in our hearts and prayers singing our best intentions, and we will know... The human dicerniment about what is best for our human wellness could not be deferred to colectives or single human insterest: those ways could to lead U.S. trough the Human Ego Territory, not the lovely from God's one... Maybe better to try again engage empathy conversations, and though deep honest discusions, with females mother and singles, youths, childrens, elders; adults and babies in the room of our intimate thoughs and in the real rooms too, for to find our best ways for bring peace to our daily lives with our nobody else, no institutions; not Government&Corporation selfish bussines i...

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Not YouTube, non Facebook, Non Twitter/X still exist: that day I was arriving from Capital City to Home City after College, and in the Basket Ball Square next to the Bus Terminal, Michael, high school friend (Life Long Friend English Teacher this days), he ask immediately I jump out of the Bus: -Hey, did you hear what was happening in New York?! Michael he never like to talk about "current issues", not the kind of guy for talk about politics or news events almost in any level, but the key guy always updated about the last book, album, paint; the guy plugged to the art not to the "reality" in our friends group back on the days and maybe lately too... A little hard to know, after 20+ years not anymore living in Town... So was a kind of "weird" Michael asking about "something happen in NY".                            Nei and Yei such place was faraway from our collective memory in a Sinú Caribbean "City" like U.S. O...

In front of the subject, the next verb obviously is SUCK... Such pumping action for to exchange energy from one side of the alive sensitive  wall to the another, in the case we walkers and not flyers or swimmers life forms(remember our mammals colleagues Bats and Whales), create mutual joy and excitement in both ends... She Her, Female mammal mother feels a joyful release matter from her body: if that other wall do not engage the pumping sucking action, the accumulation of the matter could to bring complications... Painful ones. We do not remember the last time we was in a talking conversation(there are gestures, written conversations) with the nipple of our lives: mom nipple... There where, in ancient of our mutual alive in the previous bodies of she and him time, that guy arrive to make an attempt to stimulation then became, after DNA message to the uterus delivered with or without penetration(Yes, there are mammals with or without penetration, "Virginity" is not a Cathol...

Acostumbrarme a la ausencia de tu sabor es la simpleza de mis días: pasan dietéticos y sin salario alguno... Salvo respirar plácido con Jesús, nada tiene sabor sin tí admirada y añorada Esposa... Después del Alfa y el Omega vos: eres la fertilidad de la tierra ayer semilla y mañana COSECHA... Brote vital: las más festivas sonrisas gracias a la fuerza de Dios en tí nacidas Koda y Mathiu forever. Inside The Reservation and out here in our Continent... Te amo Yesenia. Gracias Jesús por mostrarme la abundancia de tu infinita capacidad creadora a la luz Del Milagro. Esposa, Maestra y Amiga: te esperaré para siempre mujer Bendecida. Tus ojos me mostraron un ser no conocí en mí hasta que caminando hacia atrás me descubriste.  Gracias Bella...

Cardisoma Nosotros caminamos hacia a trás: sin ser cangrejos, a ratos las habilidades del ADN de Dios(impregnado en cada cosa viva o dormida de éste Planeta Tierra) hacen la temporalidad se eternice en no avanzar, o hacerlo al revés...

 So the baby arrive to the P.O.T.U.S. of the season and the same Russian girl always... Wife up front: - What are you looking for baby?  Your breasts Ma'am, I am hungry... - Oh! Poor baby... I am not: I am just hungry. Can I suck you a little please Ma'am? -Oh! Well: we already have a client for my milk. Let me ask The Mother Russia about it baby, could you wait please? I am a starving baby from Water Planet Earth: for sure I can wait Ma'am! - Great! Your mother must be proud of such a honest and strong baby like you. Let me ask to my bosses... Then the baby dies... Now P.O.T.U.S. came to scene:  - Misses: I have a news about the former starving baby... Well: I am full of milk for him. The Mother Russia will always feed, forever for love, starving babies... -He dies Ma'am! Oh! I do not think so: look at him... -F*ckish Mister Season P.O.T.U.S.: did you was thinking impersonated me for drink my naturGrandma's born right Milk from Mom Russ?    

What I most miss about Salamanca are my neighbors: In no other place of Earth I was yelling so hard, repeatly, day and night and snowing and raining and blowing, and no one of then EVER!, was saying something wrong to me. Not a single memory of they bothering me because that call to sing God and Wife name everyday, week, month after she split with Jesus and I... Lol. That is a public kindness shows of affection, comprehension, empathy unforgettable to my Sir... Love you Neighbors: thank for always cross me, and even hello to me when I was laying up, trying to heal in the most not smart way but the only way I was finding in such a desert became life when your most trustful person take another path than to sustain in public what we in front of God we sign up for... I think she went boring Mister Donald: Mister Bonjovy says so, when that Day I cross the bridge with my " brotken " heart sad dog face looking for a roach in The Traditional Medicine from Mongolia Store...