The true story of three little pigs

Everyone knows the story of three little pigs, they having to live alone and each one build his house, so came the wolf the bad history. He wanted to eat the pigs, we know that with an oak toppled two houses ... But the truth comes out. Since the day that the pigs arrived the wolf was watching them, and the wolf realized that one theirs was sick, had caught a severe flu and he was very weak failed to build a safe house, built a house made of straw. Wolf, poor thing, always criticized, the villain of the story, what no one knows that the wolf was working in the health surveillance of the forest and its mission was to observe if there was any situation that could pose health risk for the population. The wolf saw that pig that does not stop you breathe, he thought: "For the good of the community forest will be required to expel those pigs in the forest, imagine if all catch that flu could become an epidemic or pandemic! The risk is very great for the common good and security of the nation go on until you break down those houses. " The rest of the story we all know the intention of the wolf was not successful, because the second pig was already with the symptoms of flu and managed to make a wooden house, but the wolf managed to knock down. The third pig had not caught the flu yet, made a house of bricks and the wolf tried but not got to bring down the house. The end everyone knows the swine flu has spread around the world and we are waiting the next animal appear with a new flu.

My favorite songs

U2

Stay (Faraway, So Close)  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=838dPcVq0c4&feature=fvst

Green line, Seven Eleven
You step in
For a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke
Don't even want to
Hey now check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning
But you're upside down
You say when he hits you
You don't mind
Because when he hurts you
You feel alive
Is that what it is?
Red light, grey morning
You stumble
Out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around
You used to stay in
To watch the adverts
You could lipsynch
To the talk shows
And if you look
You look through me
And when you talk
It's not to me
And when I touch you
You don't feel a thing
If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
Stay
Then the day would keep its trust
Stay and the night would be enough
Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin
And if you listen
I can't call
And if you jump
You just might fall
And if you shout
I'll only hear you
If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
Stay
Then the day would keep its trust
Stay
With the demons you drowned
Stay
With the spirits I found
Stay
And the night would be enough
Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits to ground



One  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgZ4ammawyI



Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame?
You say
One love,one life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share
It leaves you, darling
If you don't care for it
Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well, it's too late
Tonight
To drag your past out
Into the light
We're one
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?
Did I ask too much?
More than a lot?
You gave me nothing now
It's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well
We hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love is a higher law
Love is a temple
Love is a higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life you got
To do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters, and my brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One ... one
Uh, uh, uh, oh
Make, make it, make it
Ahh, ahh, oh
Ahh, ahh
And one
Ahh, ahh ... oh

A Letter

51 Osmar Pastori street

Cambuí, MG

November 2

God

Today is my birthday and thought I'd better write a letter instead of praying, because I think ultimately you are too busy paying attention to the many prayers of those who beg your help. I do not have to ask, just thank you. Thank you for allowing me to do twenty eight years and give myself a lot of health. Thank you for allowing me to continue studying and working. Thank you for protecting me and my son. Thank you mainly put special people in my life...

Thanks for letting me get up every day of my bed to live and see, hugging, kissing, talking to people I love.

Thank you for trusting me and listen.

Respect

Being happy is relative and personal. Some is so only in his particular universe, there is none to two. There are those who believe that happiness is simple enough to exist in many small moments of the day - to - day.

I believe in coexistence.

Fortunately or not, we have to deal with people! Whether we like it, no matter if we want, and even if we need! The fact is that many people in the world and most try to ignore it, sooner or later you will be forced to live.

I could say that the secret of a good is common sense, but it is so relative, but on so that it can serve as a rule for anything.

In a remote time, whether past or future maybe ... Maybe there is a kind of "alignment" in which common sense is calibrated, it is absurd that a pra, also will be to everyone.

While this remote time had not seen "today", I believe strongly that the key to good living is all about 7 letters: RESPECT.