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The World of Lenna Larbi

The World of Lenna Larbi

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"Even emerging casually on the face of the Earth, people life is equally valuable and important in all places of the planet, from the most powerful man to the most insignificant, within creation everything follows the same rules and almost nothing never happens by chance"

The Awakening of Lenna/Stories.

The words of the story had been installed in the minds of Lenna Larbi in perpetuity, gave him strength and encouraged it in the most critical moments and weakness, knew the fortress was the most effective shield against adversity and while he filled containers with the crystal-clear water of a public source to supply the shack, as a current girl Lenna began to dream.

It is envisioned in the future time working as an interpreter of several languages, gaining a great salary in the afternoons, and working altruistically in the morning, all the effort was his reward and Lenna Larbi dreamed of a happy next to her mother and withdrawal from the streets, with those thoughts transported the water to your home with joy, quickly ordered the only part of the House for not being late to school classes, the water, the Shack and health were luxuries of Spain and Lenna knew them rating.

Lenna Larbi had already become accustomed to such repellent girls who called her in a derogatory manner "Patera" and it is distressing to their foolishness, were older girls that she and not only didn't write their mother tongue properly, nor managed to pronounce all words when they verbally abused and mocked her, jocular insults and taunts always form Lenna used them to reply with an adverb of time.

-Ya, ya, I tell you it you tomorrow!

But on the other hand Lenna also had good friends who gave him things and inviting its pretty houses to study, and although the repellent always made much more noise, good, simple, sensitive and educated girls, always were more in number than the evil illiterate

Lenna was the product of a rape in one of those rafts crossing the Strait of Gibraltar looking for the shores of Greece, Italy and Spain, while several crew members died, his mother was rescued by a boat from fishermen who introduced it on Spanish soil, after a time in a CETI, gave birth to Lenna at a regional clinic , Lenna is what is known in Europe, as a Spanish daughter of a refugee.

Next to the small house of Lenna exists an underworld dedicated to Vice and drug, boys and girls of their age have been consumed and consume narcotic drugs as if that were a heroic, but Lenna knows from its history that the heroic is breathing, and get up every morning at dawn to carry water from the source to the home order the House and despite that, not stay asleep in school and be attentive to each new lesson, Lenna despite its few years was aware that the only possibility for change in your life just passed by labour and on to study a career, knowledge as in the case of hunger, never has a place.

How every night Lenna picked up the House, said goodbye to his mother and locked the door, went on a camping gas and pulled out their notebooks of tasks, outside is listening to the hustle and bustle, far away sounded alarms of ambulances and the police, he gave thanks to God for the new day, to protect her mother from the danger, after asking for all who suffer Lenna apologised for his pride He opened the textbook and set out to study.

An hour was enough to fall exhausted, deeply asleep with books between the hands, the Lenna Larbi little dreamed that he woke up in another life, living in a nice house with running water, in a home where the perfume of the flowers of the garden went through windows, and was very happy working of interpreter.

* Blanco y Negro *

Blanca era la caja,
blanca era la cara,
blanca la camisa,
y blanco el pantalón.

Negro fue el sueño,
negro el empeño,
negro fue el duelo,
y negra la razón.

Blanca era su alma,
blanca su mañana,
blanca su sonrisa,
y blanca su ilusión.

Negro fue el gesto,
negro el puerto,
negro el lamento,
y negro el corazón.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

"There would be no exploitation if operators did not exist, would not exist the corrupt if there were no the corruptors, perversion, manipulation, and crime are advantages more powerful the procuresses and pimps for their prey, leading to the child with sufficient places difficult to abandon Wiles, sexual slavery and drugs are the cell to which you belong that key throwing someone to the sea"

Do Dream Girls Work of Whores?

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sparrowsong

A woman can't be a wore without a partner...

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Lucas Lazar

Many things are that are not to become, in Spain there are many African women who have become pregnant and exhausted, and their children, who were born in Spain have the same rights as any European. A greeting.

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sparrowsong

I'm just saying men don't always look at women like they should and take responsibility for their actions as well...

It's always the woman's fault. ..

sparrowsong

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Lucas Lazar

There are always exceptions that confirm the rule, but generally is machismo that crushes and violates all the rights of women. The Lenna story is fiction but is inspired by real events, today many foreign children live and grow in the most complete abandonment to the approval of the authorities, I have a perverse imagination do not say, all the news of the world say, abuse and child prostitution are not exclusive scourges of the poor countries, occurs in Europe in America, in Africa, in short, in all the world, and customers are not women, but men, honored parents.

A greeting, by the way, more sparrows sing accompanied with its song the singing of other birds.

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