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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 2, 2005 21:29:59 GMT -5
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand hay lofts gray, Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, And the people here are singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!"
As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they too are in this struggle, and together we can win. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!
As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread. Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. Yes, it is bread we fight for -- but we fight for roses, too!
As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days. The rising of the women means the rising of the race. No more the drudge and idler -- ten that toil where one reposes, But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!
The 1912 Lawrence Massachusetts textile worker's strike.
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:05:36 GMT -5
I see. My problem was I Kuwaited too long to see what was going on and I got clobbered.
I sit down by a fountain and wash the blood off of my neck.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:07:57 GMT -5
Alejos laughs at the kuwaited joke, and sits down next to her.
"What are you waiting for, ask her out, Comrade," Trotsky says. "Treat her to dinner for her injuries. It's kind of your fault she's here in the first place."
Alejos sighs. "Soledad, once we clean you up, would you like to go out to dinner & a movie?"
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Post by dead character on May 4, 2005 21:07:58 GMT -5
Don't worry, you don't have to be so quiet. I won't be interviewing you, so nothing you say will be on the news.
I look at the menu.
Tell me a little about yourself, Mischa. Are you married?
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:09:47 GMT -5
That sounds like a lot of fun. I wipe off my neck with a hankercheif and put some makeup on the black eye to cover it up a little.
Should we ask the others to come too?
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:12:11 GMT -5
"Well... I kind of wanted it to just be the two of us. I haven't seen you alot lately, and I feel bad about you getting clobbered out there..."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 4, 2005 21:12:16 GMT -5
"No, I'm not. I have a girlfriend in Moscow, but she's a little terrifying at times." I reply, somewhat on edge, and feeling a strange mixture of emotions.
"What about you?"
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:14:01 GMT -5
Sure, we can go alone. The others are busy anyway I think. They are always kind of busy.
I stand up and walk over to him.
Should we go right now?
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:14:47 GMT -5
"If you want to," he says, standing up.
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Post by dead character on May 4, 2005 21:16:54 GMT -5
I travel a lot and have my career. I don't have time for relationships. I decide that I will order some pasta salad.
I doesn't sound like you like your girlfriend. It looks like you are caught up in a lot of things you don't like."
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:18:18 GMT -5
We can go right now. What kind of movie do you want to see? I like romance movies the best."
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:19:09 GMT -5
"Whatever you want to see," he says.
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:26:41 GMT -5
I see a romantic film that looks good. It was made in Argentina and I have never heard of it.
This one looks good. It has some politics in it too. It is about a love story during the military junta of the late 1970s and the Desaparecidos.
We line up to get tickets.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:28:30 GMT -5
"Yay, a movie we can both enjoy," he says. Alejos buys the tickets and heads to the concession stand. He buys a large popcorn and a large soda to split, since with large there are free refills.
They find some seats in the back row in the center.
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:31:10 GMT -5
I sit down by him and nibble popcorn during the previews. The lights go low and the movie starts. The movie is about two leftist students who love each other but the girl is arrested for her politics and brought to a detainment center. The rest of the movie is about the guy trying to find out what happened to her.
This movie is kind of sad I whisper to Alejos half way through.
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