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Today my twins gave their first ocncert. Christina was the one who had the opening piece, playing her Spanish guitar.
She was carefully made up; I was the one who applied the make up – she has never made up in her life,  so I was the one who did the job. But at the last [...]

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Waltzing Matilda

This has been one of my favourite songs for as long as I can remember.
http://users.bigpond.net.au/anva/waltzing_matilda.htm
 It still is. Absolutely perfec music.
I did not know, back then, that it was Australia´s unofficial hymn. As hymns go, it is quite beautiful. It does not sing about killing anyone.  Oh, and no modern version. No  Tom Waits.

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NaisaiKu

You come
lay with me
at home
WE´LL BE ONE
at home
lay with me
you come.
 
http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/

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I have never had a Valentine, nor has anyone ever given me a present or a rose or a book or a card or a kiss.
I have never worried much;  one of those days used to make people buy something that they don´t need.
To my surprise my little  daughter came home with a Valentine gift. [...]

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This morning I saw something really strange when I opened the window.
Julius, my next field neighbour was speaking quite amiably with our new next field to next field neighbours.
Our new neighbours have fifteen assorted dogs, ranking from a Yorkshire terrier to a malamute.  Plus two chestnut horses – and Julius simply thinks that any person [...]

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I always tell my children they should ask help from the police whenever they are harassed or bullied.
I wonder  if I am teaching them the right way.  Because corrupt policemen are the worst bullies of them all.  The ones who are supossed to protect us are the ones who attack and torture us. Wonderful.
The video is entitled [...]

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I received the customary put down from the father of my children. I do not remember now when. One day ago, two days ago… it does not matter.
It began in the customary way. Shouts, shouts, shouts. I am a bad mother, I am a bad cook, I am a bad teacher, I am no good, [...]

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