Ladies Wearing Hose And Girdles

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

are aiming for and wise blind, decrepit

god, and rapacious, blindfolded

I've sold,

and adult child:

for the soul of your mother that

died, being immortal,

envious of my wife

not chase me more.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Suffice time

wasted

I followed, to my regret your restless

flags,

outlaw captain.

Forgive, Love, here,

I forgive you because there

four coats of patience, ten

advantage in love.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Amadores unhappy

militia who follow such

tell me what

good guide a blind man can get? From a bird

what strength? What hope

a raptor? What

award of a nude?

of a tyrant, what is piety?

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Ten years wasted,

the best of my age to be a farmer

Love

at the expense of my flow.

As plowed and planted, picked,

plowed an altered sea

planted a barren sand,

took shame and desire.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

fabricated

A tower of the wind in the rarity,

that of Nimrod, and confusion

alike. Gloria

called off,

to prison, freedom,

sweet honey bitter aloes,

beginning to end, good and evil.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Luis de Gongora

Paco Ibáñez (PI sings Andalusian poets)

Paco Ibáñez (PI at the Olympia in Paris)

Ladies Wearing Hose And Girdles

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

are aiming for and wise blind, decrepit

god, and rapacious, blindfolded

I've sold,

and adult child:

for the soul of your mother that

died, being immortal,

envious of my wife

not chase me more.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Suffice time

wasted

I followed, to my regret your restless

flags,

outlaw captain.

Forgive, Love, here,

I forgive you because there

four coats of patience, ten

advantage in love.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Amadores unhappy

militia who follow such

tell me what

good guide a blind man can get? From a bird

what strength? What hope

a raptor? What

award of a nude?

of a tyrant, what is piety?

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Ten years wasted,

the best of my age to be a farmer

Love

at the expense of my flow.

As plowed and planted, picked,

plowed an altered sea

planted a barren sand,

took shame and desire.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

fabricated

A tower of the wind in the rarity,

that of Nimrod, and confusion

alike. Gloria

called off,

to prison, freedom,

sweet honey bitter aloes,

beginning to end, good and evil.

Leave me alone, Love tyrant

leave me alone.

Luis de Gongora

Paco Ibáñez (PI sings Andalusian poets)

Paco Ibáñez (PI at the Olympia in Paris)

Does My Dad Masterbait

4 years

Yes, yes. I know. Today marks 4 years of my blog.

But this year will not spend anything on anyone, neither the old nor the new readers. Nor will review all the crap I've written here over this time. Maybe do it again when you turn 5.

So do not write a sappy post about it, all you do is let the singer's image of the Banana King.

Does My Dad Masterbait

4 years

Yes, yes. I know. Today marks 4 years of my blog.

But this year will not spend anything on anyone, neither the old nor the new readers. Nor will review all the crap I've written here over this time. Maybe do it again when you turn 5.

So do not write a sappy post about it, all you do is let the singer's image of the Banana King.

Fakku.net/final Fantasy

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Fakku.net/final Fantasy

A true fan

When I was a kid I loved baseball country. I always saw all the games, was watching the standings and, of course, do not miss a chance to call my grandfather when he lost Magallanes. Of course, as I've written on several occasions, I've been a fan of the Leones del Caracas . Several times -more than I would like, I've seen losing end, I have also seen them win and celebrate those victories. Lately I have found it difficult to keep the baseball for lack of time, but every time I can see the games, and occasionally, to write regard. Last night, seeing them win I felt like a little boy again, I was happy and ligand struck out the last batter Aragua Tigers. So I looked at a scrapbook of my mother and found this.

A drawing I did when I was 9. Yes I was a fan of truth, always.

(Yeah, yeah. I know that drawing as bad since I was a child jajajajaja omit those comments. Thank you.).

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RAE, not you, it's me because of the instinct is

Open Letter to the Royal English Academy

I find it hard to write this letter, you were always very important in my life, I respect you, admire you and loved you idolized. I constantly see everything before I dared to publish something. There were many years together and I really thought it would last forever, I never thought our love would be something much less than eternal. In recent years you were doing things that hurt me, and I began to wonder. Started to remove our rules, rules that separated us from others, those that made me fall in love with you. It was hard, but still well I gave you the benefit of the doubt, just because you were, and like you, there was no other.

But from what began on Sunday January 1, 2011 I realized that what we have now has no future, is over. Not you, it's me. Calarme'm not willing to shit on your part. We went from being the elite to understand literacy as acceptable. What balls you have! I do not want to know more about you, I lost respect. Stay with your ignorant and continues to justify, without you I'll be fine. Chao Squirrel.

Jesus A. González

03/01/2011

The corduroy Angel J. Quevedo sent me a similar text entitled RAE is my last love letter written by my friend, the poet Willy McKey, published a couple of months in which he uses the literary device of the letter to tell her dissatisfaction regarding the new rules of spelling of the Royal English Academy. I wanted to refer to this text is super- great, "to avoid any kind of confusion. We believe that ideas with certain similarities in different times.

To read your letter, click here.

How Do I License My Homemade Trailer In Ontario

RAE, not you, it's me because of the instinct is

Open Letter to the Royal English Academy

I find it hard to write this letter, you were always very important in my life, I respect you, admire you and loved you idolized. I constantly see everything before I dared to publish something. There were many years together and I really thought it would last forever, I never thought our love would be something much less than eternal. In recent years you were doing things that hurt me, and I began to wonder. Started to remove our rules, rules that separated us from others, those that made me fall in love with you. It was hard, but still well I gave you the benefit of the doubt, just because you were, and like you, there was no other.

But from what began on Sunday January 1, 2011 I realized that what we have now has no future, is over. Not you, it's me. Calarme'm not willing to shit on your part. We went from being the elite to understand literacy as acceptable. What balls you have! I do not want to know more about you, I lost respect. Stay with your ignorant and continues to justify, without you I'll be fine. Chao Squirrel.

Jesus A. González

03/01/2011

The corduroy Angel J. Quevedo sent me a similar text entitled RAE is my last love letter written by my friend, the poet Willy McKey, published a couple of months in which he uses the literary device of the letter to tell her dissatisfaction regarding the new rules of spelling of the Royal English Academy. I wanted to refer to this text is super- great, "to avoid any kind of confusion. We believe that ideas with certain similarities in different times.

To read your letter, click here.