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21 03 1995 Barcelona, &..

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There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Shakespeare

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(some)ONGs

paternalismo, Blanc bo busca negre pobre, neo colonización, aculturación, limpieza de conciencia………….paternalismo……………“iluminemos a los pueblos primitivos”. “me gustan los negritos soy bueno” “entonces no hace falta que sea solidario en mi día a día” . falsa bondad a montones

Finalmente es mejor que haya falsa bondad que ninguna bondad. O no? ….hay que madurar.

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Posted on Sonntag, 8 Juli 2076
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