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“Old“ but recently found - Adriana Lima at the opening of Riviera Cancun Resort And Spa in Mexico, 2016 (HQ)
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“Old“ but recently found - Adriana Lima at the opening of Riviera Cancun Resort And Spa in Mexico, 2016 (HQ)
Liberland Mexico City Meetup - Saturday, Feb 10 from 6-10 PM - Speakers announced! Come to learn about Liberland, stay for the food, drinks and music! #CDMX #Libertarios #Libertarian #Liberland #Libertad #VivaLaLibertadCarajo #Anarchapulco
At least seven of the 20 dead in Saturday's attack, described by Mexico's foreign minister as an "act of barbarism," are Mexican nationals.
An interesting alternative to thoughts and prayers.
El mundo al revés.
Repentinamente todo se volteo de cabeza, al abrir los ojos se encontraba frente a mí un mundo desconocido, un mundo que había escuchado o mirado en la televisión pero que nunca me había tocado vivir, sentir.
Algo me apretaba fuertemente el pecho, parecía como si el suelo hubiera tomado la libertad que le hemos quitado todo este tiempo y la utilizara para hacernos pagar por ello, parecía como si el la promesa de un nuevo día fuese solo una promesa y se desvaneciera ante lo que estábamos viviendo.
Se apagaron muchas voces ese día, inclusive se siguen apagando diariamente y el mundo no puede tomar su curso, el mundo no puede regresar a lo que conocía. Mi mundo, ese que me daba seguridad, ese que reconocía todos los días en las casas de mis vecinos y en la tiendita de la esquina está destruido.
Se me enchina la piel de pensar en la posibilidad de nunca poder recuperar mi vida, mi casa y se me revuelve el estomago de pensar en cuentas personas no van a poder recuperar su vida o a sus familias.
Las calles llenas de escombros yacen en mi cabeza y los gritos de las personas atoradas en ellos aparecen en mis sueños todos los días, para finalmente abrir los ojos y darme cuenta que no estoy soñando, no es una pesadilla.
El sentimiento de desesperación e impotencia inunda mi cuerpo, el mundo de cabeza esta consumiendo mi esperanza mientras las lagrimas de un duelo interminable corren por mis mejillas.
Que no estamos solos, dicen. Que el resto de México esta con nosotros, dicen. Y aunque sé que es verdad, y aunque puedo ver millones de manos intentando volver a voltear mi mundo y dejarlo en su lugar, no puedo evitar llorar, no puedo evitar pensar que ya nada será igual.
Pasándola chingón: #downhill in #Zihuatanejo @lootmx #Zihuatanejo #ixtapazihuatanejo #skate #beach #Sunset #view #road #chilly #amazing #slowmotion #timeshift @arborcollectiveuk @skategoldcoast #mexivo #mexico_maravilloso #Hill #sea #paradise (en Playa La Ropa Zihuatanejo Gro)
No me canso de verlo volveria a vivirlo una y mil veces thank u @pauloakenfold i feel like at #loveparade hahaha man ur fantastic and ur final set omfg i didnt believe u played @infectedmushroom omg u really r the best #trance #track #edcmx15 #edcmx2015 #xxedc #pauloakenfold #mexivo #usa #df #plur (en Electric Daisy Carnival Mexico)
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Governador Carmelo Vargas
Obscene Mexican stories pt:1
So I'm tripping out at how expensive Puerto Escondido is. One cannot find anything within a kilometer of anything, under 30 bucks a night, I know that sounds incredibly hommus coming from a twenty something not-so-poor pale white guy in Mexico. But I'm not sure it could be said any better. I could crash at a dark, dingy, meth riddled hostel at the other end of town and share a room with Freddy the Swiss backpacker with bad breath, a crooked smile and bum fluff almost touching his creepily skinny tattooed chest, that I know about 'cause the guy never wears a shirt. Or that smelly guy from Canada that sleeps in til noon and let's off enough flatulence while asleep to level a small village. Meanwhile Horacio and Berta are inconspicuously taking selfies in the dank mouldy bathroom while I'm simply trying to brush my teeth and cursing me in Spanish for getting in their way. Or I could not stay at that meth riddled hostel at the end of town and man up and throw the lady some moolah and get my self a cosy little room behind the beach with a well maintained lawn and a Dalmatian that's apparently too sick to eat human food (something I read whilst in the "lobby"). Thinking I'll take the latter. I'm also thinking about changing my name to Hernando Alvarez and telling people in shiteful Spanish that I'm a 31 year old hotdog salesman from Chihuahua and I'm simply here for the delicious southern produce and salsa dancers. But that's just a thought. Jesus typing on an iPhones hard. Anyway it's pissing down and I thought I'd sit down undercover surround myself with mosquito coils like a Cuban sacrifice ring, or something off a Rob Zombie movie, and simply have a rant. So here it is, on a slightly more positive note, Mexico is all time; last night I had a killer burrito while the waiter told me about his American girlfriend that told him to not learn English. And I learnt how to say " what d'ya do fora crust?" In Spanish. Also this morning I was overtaken by an especially adventurous horse while I was chillin in the back of a ute in traffic on the highway. And I have a 3 inch pet scorpion that hangs out with me when I shower. Adios June 29