Bridle: "brake horse with the reins and the entire harness used to attach it to the animal's head."
That is the meaning in the dictionary of the English Royal Academy, my SL name. There was no chance, call me. Actually, I like the phrase. A runaway horse, passion and emotion, sometimes sheer excess of emotion and fire. However, there are also a check that my head was self-imposed and self-control that makes me, because I have a rational, important. Flange is ;-). She makes me jump in equilibrium between the void network and use the safety harness on each jump.
This tug of war between passion and reason, makes me who I am. Sometimes my heart overflow with tenderness and overflowing sensations and feelings. Tolerant and empathetic. Others, however, my "fierce" kicks in and stir me, unintentionally. Obviously, a little convenient and logical sense ;-). So I come here and write. Other measures that took place hehehe. No, tranquility, as far as I can be an aggressive person, But it hurts me to see how people can be led to commit acts so stupid. One of them is racism.
These days are celebrated on migration. Ha, I told an acquaintance: but ... what is the date of emigration or immigration? I looked at him and said, ah, but not the same thing? and I said, man, no, of course, emigrants and immigrants was we are "them." I was speechless. "We, they?
Anyone leaving the birthplace is a migrant. Whether you go to live in a town next to ours, or we go a thousand miles away, or ten thousand miles away.
I do not care. Migration because you want never comes. Arises from a need: to improve the quality of life, improving economic conditions to improve the social situation, to improve something in our lives, has to change.
Nobody stops because it wants to, his memories. The people you love. The places that made him happy.
"I'm not racist, but the gypsies are another thing." "I'm not racist, but I like to live with people like me," I am not racist, but my children or siblings are with people like them, "" I'm not racist, but blacks are too "black", "I am not racist , but ...", and goes on.
We are all racist initially. Because everything is different, scary. But when we come to fear or the unknown, when we see a phenomenon is very, very curious.
After a while, maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour, talking to a person "immigrant", we see Gypsy, black, yellow. It is no longer Indian, African, Moroccan, etc. No. You stop seeing their color or features. Your skin tone, you no longer wonder, how they speak and understand it, their features, you are familiar.
is when you realize that is just one more person. You see just who is in front of you, for what it is.
And that's when you realize that and thought of you when you emigrate, SPANISH, other countries to seek a better life. You, being so normal, so little weird or inappropriate.
they are no different. Are we different if we consider them as well.
Yes, of course, there are many migrants / immigrants, illegal. Sure, there are many people who go to other countries to steal, do evil, smuggling, cheating, etc. Of course there are many vague, incompetent, unethical among them.
also clear that there are thousands of people who simply seek to be happy without hurting anyone, have a decent livelihood, work hard to bring up a family. Normal people. People who have as much right as the rest, to be happy. We
emigrated. Why is still so difficult and many people today, support immigration?
Well, today I woke up with the mane to the wind and there is no way that the flange fits jejejeje.
Well, that day of protest and philosophical. I'm going to SL to let the waves of this beach that I love, cherish my head. Maybe then can engage the brakes and set aside, this thought.
Or maybe finish talking to someone in some country far, far, and I remember about this post.
is something I love about SL. The ability to magically transport you anywhere and meet so many cultures, places and people, so different from me. Enrich
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