Negative votes in Steemit

Yesterday I used the dreaded red flags for the first time. I did it four times and I didn't do it any more because I was running out of voting power and wanted to be able to vote on articles from some steemitians.

In this particular case it was to a user, to call him in some way, that he is dedicating himself to putting links of illegal downloads of books; I counted 13 links to him, without counting, of course, the previous ones because he has many more. 

On a previous occasion I left him a comment, saying that it didn't seem right to me what I was doing, but far from rectifying, he continued to post pirated links. Then I decided to start putting red flags on it, knowing that I would lose voting power, that I could not use it to vote on interesting articles and that I would gain nothing, perhaps an enemy.

I don't like being anyone's policeman, but the promotion of pirate links affects me directly. As you know I am a writer, I have all my novels, stories and plays in the digital portals of Internet, Amazon, Google Play, iTunes, etc.... 

Writing a novel, a play, a book, composing a song, making a film, it takes a lot of time and money and nobody deserves to be robbed of the product of their work.

The robots, @lince and @cheetah, are very aware of the copying and pasting, but I have the sad feeling that NOTHING does NOT do against this type of behavior, which I find equally or more reprehensible perhaps because their computer algorithms do not track illegal download links that proliferate in this community. 

Furthermore, in these cases, there would be no doubt and I think it would be more effective than tracing the plagiarism that, on many occasions, blunders, as I have suffered in person with @cheetah, which he put on his list because there was a coincidence with the title of a story I wrote.

I know that to put negative votes is not pleasant for anyone because because you don't get anything, just to win you some enemies, but I think that this community does not deserve to have users who dedicate themselves to promote PIRACY; if we repudiate the PLAGE, we should also be blunt with piracy because every book, film, song that is pirated you are hurting a third party and we can not spend it in Steemit because here. 

Steemit should be clear of these crummy compartments. 

For that reason, If you come across user who is dedicated to promoting piracy, please don't hesitate and give him or her a negative vote and a comment on why you are doing it, then you will be contributing to a free community and a prestigious community.

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Esperando que suba la marea

Esta es fue una escena que me llamó mucho la atención y por eso la fotografié. Tres personas a eso de las diez de la mañana sentadas, contemplando el mar, ahí tranquilos, esperando que suba la marea. Playa de Las Canteras, agosto de 2017.

¡Feliz 2018!

Jugando en la calle

La calle siempre fue el mejor lugar para jugar, pero, con el tiempo, la calle ha sido tomada por las carreteras y los coches, disminuyendo el espacio de juego de los niños. Por esa razón, muchos ciudades están devolviendo las ciudades a sus legítimos dueños, que no son otros que los vecinos, peatonizando los barrios. Valsequillo, octubre de 2017.

One shot and then another

It's the first job I have to do this month. My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding. I can feel the beats in my temples and in my chest. I'll never get used to this shitty job. I've been sitting almost two hours. Only five hundred meters from his house. Watching the people pass by. Carrying with them the weight of their normal lives, happy and unhappy. Someone looks at me distracted, I'm sure he's noticed my appearance. I'm wearing my red Chicago Bulls cap up to my eyebrows. I always liked Jordan. I also wear my glasses black, which gives me a rather disturbing look. I admit it, but I don't care.

In the tranquility of waiting and as I read "The Hunt for the Killer." I remember what it was like the first time. Ugh, it was hard, I have to say. Killing a person, when you're only 13, is hard. 

The band, like a pack of wolves, puts you to the test and the test was blood. It's always blood. They gave me a two-inch dagger with a nacre grip. I still have it. The target was an asshole, a sneak. I had to teach him a lesson. But the nerves. The tension of the moment and the adrenaline flowing through the blood, did the rest. A stab wound to the ass, but the fucker twisted like a Staffordshire and the other stab went straight to the neck. I looked at him as he tried to stop the blood spurt with his hands. But it was in vain, because he soon vanished, bled to death like a pig at the hands of a murderer.

From then on, I earned the band's respect. The fucking respect. "An initiatory blood baptism, common among youth gangs," I read a few years later. Because I learned to read. It made me very angry not to know what the papers were saying. Then I became an incorrigible reader.

Since I was born, my life had been a disaster. My father's motherfucker was an alcoholic. He died two years ago, and my mother, my poor mother. She endured as much as she could and more. But he fell down the stairs, running away from my father's motherfucker's umpteenth beating. She ended up lying prostrate on a bed, fed by a troop of purulent sores. A brutal infection sent her to the afterlife. Poor old lady!

But that's all in the past. I work on my own now. How far those years are, how far away...! It's almost time. I recognized Mercedes Benz's blue license plate. I get up and I'm on my way to number thirty-eight of this very street.

I ring the bell when I get there. I am greeted by an impressive black dog, with face of very few friends.  He keeps barking, wagging his tail back and forth. I insist again with the darn bell. 

While I'm waiting, I remove the safety catch from the gun, pulling it out of the back of the belt. I pull out the muffler and screw it into my Parabellum. The Parabellum is the best for this kind of work. 

I see him show up. Confirm target. I'm a good physiognomist. And I'm paid to be. I don't like to make mistakes. He comes up and opens the steel gate for me. Grab the dog by the necklace. He looks at me and, without saying a word, I shoot the dog in the head, leaving it out of play. In the next millisecond, our eyes meet. He knows it. He's gonna die. One shot, and then another, between the two eyebrows. He didn't have time to react. He fell flat on his face beside his dog. I closed the gate. I walked down the street, leaving behind that shocking scene.

I have to quit this job. But I don't know how to do anything but shoot. I'm a hitman.

 Image source: Pixabay 

Alfredo Kraus a contraluz; uno de los grandes

Alfredo Kraus, uno de los mejores tenores de la historia. Una gran escultura lo homenajea en Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, cerca del auditorio que también lleva su nombre. Noviembre de 2017.

Auf Wiedersehen, adiós Hamburg

Ya llegó la hora de despedirse de Hamburgo. Han sido unos días muy intensos.

Es ist Zeit, sich von Hamburg zu verabschieden. Es waren ein paar sehr intensive Tage.