How Do You Know Your Stomach Is Bleeding

NO to child abuse and gender violence!

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Today ends the week dedicated to lucha contra el maltrato a la mujer. Y una vez más tengo que subir esta vieja entrada a la palestra. Daría algo por no tener que repetirla año tras año y, además, cada vez con mayor urgencia y motivos. Ojalá esta semana y este 25 de noviembre sirvan para que  recordemos que no es trabajo de una semana o un día y solo de las afectadas, sino diario y de todos. Que al maltrato se le va ganando terreno con la educación, el apoyo y el afecto, la solidaridad, el considerarlo un asunto común y no de algunas mujeres... Y también con la firmeza, la denuncia, la intolerancia, el parar los pies...

... Y salir a la calle a gritar cuantas veces then missing:

BASTA YA!

Otello "? .. No thanks

Because this is not a struggle by women against men, but men and women against barbarism and violence.
Because IAGOS fact that there does not justify any Otello.
Because we all need to pitch in to stop women being murdered by their partners.
Because it is our responsibility to educate our children respect for others and nonviolence.
Because we have to go outside to scream whenever necessary.
Because we can not stay out of the "problem" of our neighbors, sisters, brothers.
For us nothing worth the repentant Otello.
Because it is an injustice.
Why is everyone's responsibility. Put him

all "because" you want, you wish to obtain or occur.

BASTA YA!

Otello

Niun my theme

armed even if he sees me. This is the end of my journey ...

Oh! Glory! Othello was

And you ... how pale you are! and tired!, and dumb!,

and beautiful!,

pious creature born under an evil star.

Cold as your chaste life, and absorbed in the sky.

Desdemona! Desdemona! ... Ah! dead!

... dead! ... Dead! ...

I have a weapon yet!

Cassio

Ah! Stop!

Lodovico, Montano

Wretch!

Othello

Before you kill yourself ... bride ... I kissed you.

Or dying ... shadow where I lie ...

A kiss ... one more kiss ... ah ...

a altro bacio ...

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Otello

That no matter

me but I still see armed. I reached the end

of my way ... Oh, Gloria! Otello is over.

And you ... How pale you are!, How tired!, How quiet!

how beautiful!

godly creature born under a star malignancy.

Cold as your caste life, and ascended to heaven ...

Desdemona! ... Desdemona! ... Dead! ...

dead! ... Dead! ...

Still I have a gun!

Cassio

Stop!

Lodovico, Montano

bastard!

Otello

kill before ... wife ... I kissed you.

now dying .. in the middle of the shadow that I ice ...

A kiss ... one more kiss ... ah! ... another kiss