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Juan, Sara and Samuel, three teenagers from the slums of Guatemala, travel to the US in search of a better life. On their journey through Mexico, they meet Ch auk, an Indian from Chaps who doesn't speak Spanish. Traveling together in cargo trains, walking on the railroad tracks, they soon have to face a harsh reality.
Keywords: bare-breasts, border-crossing, central-america, gang, gang-violence, girl-dressed-as-boy, guatemala, illegal-immigration, immigrant, language-barrier
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The story revolves around two intermediaries in a criminal organization who must choose how far they will cross in order to enjoy the good life. This theme is juxtaposed with the plight of the illegal Mexican immigrants that they shuttle around.
Keywords: boxing, brother-brother-relationship, extreme, immigration
What is a made man really made of?
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Holly is excited to spend another vacation with her friends Amy Morris and Carrie Baker in Clover. The "Hey Girls" are back together and when they have a sleepover, Carrie reveals a major secret to Holly. Holly learns the importance of keeping secrets when she lets it slip. As the Hey Girls struggle to complete a good deed, however, they keep a secret that could put them all in danger.
No sacrifice is great enough for a mother
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Two men's lives cross paths in an attempt to do what is best for their families. One is forced to flee his country as a result of a brutal civil war. The other is torn between helping one family or doing what is needed for his own. Both men face the same tough question: What is the cost of the American dream?
With blood on the line: What is the cost of the American Dream?
It's a gang's first attempt at immigrant smuggling.
The coyote (US /kaɪˈoʊtiː/ or /ˈkaɪ.oʊt/, UK /kɔɪˈjoʊteɪ/ or /kɔɪˈjoʊt/;Canis latrans), also known as the American jackal or the prairie wolf, is a species of canine found throughout North and Central America, ranging from Panama in the south, north through Mexico, the United States and Canada. It occurs as far north as Alaska and all but the northernmost portions of Canada.
There are currently 19 recognized subspecies, with 16 in Canada, Mexico and the United States, and 3 in Central America. Unlike its cousin the gray wolf, which is Eurasian in origin, evolutionary theory suggests the coyote evolved in North America during the Pleistocene epoch 1.81 million years ago alongside the Dire Wolf. Although not distantly related, the coyote evolved separately to fill roughly the same ecological niche in the Americas that's filled in Eurasia and Africa by the similarly-sized jackals. Unlike the wolf, the coyote's range has expanded in the wake of human civilization, and coyotes readily reproduce in metropolitan areas.
El Coyote also known as José Angel Ledezma Quintero was born on November 1st 1970; He lived most of his infancy and adolescence in a town named Coyotitán. Before José planned to be a music artist he wanted to play baseball professionally. Which made him travel to Mazatlan, Mexico. The capital of the big star sinaloense bands, This is where he slowly began to get the nickname of El coyote. In 1989, EL Coyote debuted in La Original Banda El Limón de Salvador Lizárraga, leaving aside his baseball dreams for a moment.Music became his priority and when he turned 19 years old he became the first generation of vocalists in Bands. Making his own style and texture of music which came natural with his voice. EL COYOTE was also a part of Banda la Costeña de Ramón López Alvarado y Banda Los Recoditos; He recorded four álbums as a vocalist with these gropus; In 1997, contra viento y marea, made him debut as a solo artist with the álbum AQUI ME QUEDARE, a title that marked him a solo artist in music. José Ángel Ledesma Quintero), is the lead performer and vocalist of El Coyote y su Banda Tierra Santa. El Coyote y su Banda Tierra Santa are with Record label Universal Music Latin Entertainment, and formerly Univision Music Group. El Coyote was born in the town of Coyotitán in Sinaloa, Mexico but was raised in Mexicali, Mexico the capital of Baja California. He is also a former member of La Original Banda Limón. Some of his top hits include "Piquites de Hormiga", "Arboles de la Barranca", "Me Dicen El Coyote", "Sufro", "Cuando Regreso a Tus Brazos", "Amor Pajarito", "Te Soñe", "Para Impressionarte", "Linda Doctora", "Besitos en el Cuello", "Y si te Robo" and many more. He was also part of Banda La Costeña.p
Andre Johnson (born 1970), better known by his stage name Jah Mason, also known as Iron Mason and Fire Mason, is a reggae singer/deejay from Jamaica, active as a recording artist since 1991.
Jah Mason was born in Jamaica's Manchester Parish, and grew up in a Christian family. During his childhood, he was nicknamed Perry Mason for his ability to resolve disputes, and it was under this name that his debut single "Selassie I Call We" was released in 1991 on Junior Reid's JR record label. In 1995 he joined the Bobo Ashanti order of the Rastafari movement, and began performing and recording as Jah Mason after linking up with the David House group. He had hits in Jamaica with "My Princess Gone" and "Lion Look", and also made guest appearances on singles by his friend Jah Cure. His first albums came in 2002 with Keep Your Joy and Working So Hard. Since then he has released albums at a rate of more than one a year, including Wheat and Tears and Princess Gone...The Saga Bed, both released in 2006 on Greensleeves Records and VP Records respectively, and the latter distributed by Warners. The Jamaica Gleaner, reviewing Wheat and Tears, commented on a lack of originality in Jah Mason's work but went on to say "clichés notwithstanding, the album is musical, and for hardcore reggae fans, the disc should provide enough of a vibe to chill with." David Jeffries of Allmusic described him as "an effortlessly agile artist able to communicate love, pathos, revolution, spirituality, and even sensuality on equal terms."
No regrets, Coyote.
We just come from such different sets of circumstance.
I'm up all night in the studios
And you're up early on your ranch.
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending,
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel...
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone, and the skin, and the eyes, and the lips you can get -
And still feel so alone.
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay.
You're not a, a hit and run driver, no, no,
Racing away.
You just picked up a hitcher,
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.
We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of the road,
Where in the middle of the night,
We rolled right past that tragedy
Till we pulled into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing.
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor.
The next thing I know
That Coyote's at my door.
He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!".
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow.
Now he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to want me anyway:
"Why'd you have to get so drunk and
Lead me on that way?'".
You just picked up a hitcher,
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.
I looked a Coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town.
He went runnin' through the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down.
And a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes.
He had those same eyes just like yours -
Under your dark glasses,
Privately probing the public rooms,
Peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds,
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play.
No regrets, Coyote,
I just get off up away.
You just picked up a hitcher,
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.
Coyote's in the coffee shop.
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs.
And he picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching a waitresses' legs.
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and tides.
The air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear:
Either he's going to have to stand and fight,
Or take off out of here.
I tried to run away myself,
To run away and wrestle with my ego -
And with this flame you put here in this Eskimo -
In this hitcher -
In this prisoner -
Of the fine white lines -
Of the white lines -
Look at me coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
You can't catch me coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burnin'
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Gettin' smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprisin'
I hope it's better than your last
Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dirt
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Heading out, your heart beating in your head.
Riding on the Texas wind.
Raise your feet as you cross the state line.
Waking up, the mesa, sun, and the sky.
All the way to Tucumcari, and Santa Fe seems
a stone's throw away.
Coyote.
Coming down, the Phoenix sun on your face.
Turns it red by the afternoon.
And to the right, the Grand Canyon is wide.
Sing along, the Needle skips in the wind.
Count the stars of Death Valley.
And in the dark, Barstow starts to fade.
Coyote goes to the top of the hill
Doin' the things the coyote's will
Staring at the sky, at the moon
You know he starts to howl
Coyote goes to the mountain top
Looks over down at the river, says "what a drop"
No tame dogs is gonna take my bone
Coyote at the top of the hill
Doin' the things the coyote's will
You gotta cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
Jackal goes to the top of the hill
Doin' the things that jackal's will
Staring at the moon
You know he starts to howl
Wild dog up on mountain top
Blood in his jaws, the bone, he drops
No tame dogs is ever
Ever gonna take my bone
Jackal up on the top of the hill
Doin' the things that jackal's will
Cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
Coyote on top of the hill
Ooohhh, doin' the things the coyote's will
Staring at the sky, looks at the moon
He starts to howl
Coyote up on the mountain top
Blood in his jaws, the bone, he drops
Says no tame dogs is ever
Ever gonna take this bone
Coyote up on the mountain top
Says "what a drop"
You gotta cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
Born on the wrong side of opportunity
Bled from my hands and my heart for the country
But I've lost all hope and I can't stay
Because in my dreams I swear she says my name
She's calling out her voice rings so proud
She's calling out entranced by the sound
I take one last walk down to the shore
Mi vista siena siempre mi amor
Because tomorrow don't know where I'll be
well you're traipsin' up and down my backyard
get too cold, i'd die
diggin' through my trashcans
with that white rope tied around your neck
you mistake me for some southern goddess
some delta girl done wrong
but i'm fixin' the knot through whatever i have to
to stay silent, get gone
one two three, i hate me
there's no one else who i know how to be
four five six, oh your body makes me sick
don't take it away from me just yet
there's no one i can think of
that i can stand less than you
don't you want to touch my hands before you go?
i think i'm confused
i can feel my food digestin'
and i'm beggin' it to cease
my stomach's crushed against my lungs and you're,
you're pushin' at my seams
and i seen the way you eye me up,
like a chunk of meat, like a chunk of meat gone bad
like you were wishing i was something still worth
having
you can go ahead, go ahead and have
one two three, i still hate me
there's no one else who i know how to be
four five six, oh your body makes me sick
don't take it away from me just yet
there's no one i can think of
that i can stand less than you
don't you want to touch my hands before you go?
Get up listen to the coyotes howl
Why do they sound so menacing?
Do they know what i did last night?
Doesn't my sin seem interesting? (x2)
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand
Oh, oh, oh, oh (x4)
Get up listen to the Coyotes howl
Why do they sound so menacing?
Do they know what i did last night?
And does my sin seem interesting?
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand
Partout où tu vas tu es toujours seul,
Comme si la marque des damnés y collait à ta gueule
Tel un tatouage le symbole de dissidence
De ta classe criminelle, de tes cris de vengeance
Héritier mal-aimé de mariages illégaux,
Le fils d'une putain de Nouveau-Mexico
De mensonges et de haine ta vie est un désert
Les mémoires que tu gardes te laissent un goût amer...
Le goût de ton sang te coulant au visage
Les pierres que t'on jetées tous les gens des villages
N'ayant vu en toi qu'une plaie, qu'une vermine
Toi qui avait volé, poussé par la famine
Tenu responsable de tous leurs maux,
Tu es le pestiféré entre tous
Et comme les hommes du Nord en veulent à ta peau,
Tu fuis en solitaire où le vent te pousse...
D'un coeur pur et juste ils ont fait une pierre
Tu es devenu le monstre qu'ils voyaient
La douleur d'la gangrène te ronge les chairs,
Tes rêves sont cauchemars à tout jamais
Tapi dans l'ombre d'un dernier refuge
Caché dans les décombres où la folie te gruge
Toi dont le futur reste une aventure,
C'est peut-être un espoir vain que te réserves demain...
Coyote quel est ton vrai nom, enfant d'une noire incantation
Celle d'un monde de corruption, de lâcheté, de diffamation...
Partout où tu vas tu es toujours seul,
Comme si la marque des damnés y collait à ta gueule
Tel un tatouage le symbole de dissidence
De ta classe criminelle, de tes cris de vengeance
Héritier mal-aimé de mariages illégaux,
Le fils d'une putain de Nouveau-Mexico
De mensonges et de haine ta vie est un désert
Les mémoires que tu gardes te laissent un goût amer...
Le goût de ton sang te coulant au visage
Les pierres que t'on jetées tous les gens des villages
N'ayant vu en toi qu'une plaie, qu'une vermine
Toi qui avait volé, poussé par la famine
Tenu responsable de tous leurs maux,
Tu es le pestiféré entre tous
Et comme les hommes du Nord en veulent à ta peau,
Tu fuis en solitaire où le vent te pousse...
D'un coeur pur et juste ils ont fait une pierre
Tu es devenu le monstre qu'ils voyaient
La douleur d'la gangrène te ronge les chairs,
Tes rêves sont cauchemars à tout jamais
Tapi dans l'ombre d'un dernier refuge
Caché dans les décombres où la folie te gruge
Toi don't le futur reste une aventure,
C'est peut-être un espoir vain que te réserves demain...
Coyote quel est ton vrai nom, enfant d'une noire incantation
Celle d'un monde de corruption, de lâcheté, de diffamation...