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... KILL ME, ME DA LA VIDA. IF YOU KNEW SPAIN

Gol Forlan (Atletico Liverpool 2-1)

Today I am

a happy man.
Since I was born, my grandfather, my father and my brother have taught me that things are achieved through hard work, much better. That we never going to give anyone anything. That was all a matter of faith and some day divine justice take us back to our site, the place you always take care.

That day is growing closer, as close as May 12 or 19. Dates on which a football team, my team will regain its place in Europe and Spain. Being

Atletico Madrid is a way of life, to understand, to see life through different eyes, many others will never know what this is, for many titles won in a time of fascist repression that hold their windows. I remember

absent, them from heaven have guided us to where we are today. I invite
existing generation doublet after 15 years, to enjoy the moment, carrying his head high in Madrid, Spain, Europe ... We look ahead to anyone.

But in a special way, giving a hug to those grandparents who thought they were going to die without ever seeing the Atletico win something. Never lose faith or hope, but descend into hell Second, although we lost the Champions League at the last minute.

With these 107 years of history, Luis Garate, Ufarte, Adelard, Necklace, Futre, Caminero, Torres, Kun, Forlan, Reyes ... Thank you all and thank you father and brother for teaching me to understand life with four vertical red stripes to the chest!.

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A Day in the Life of ... Don Efraín Garrido Lagunilla

sinhueso In releasing the
to express the ladies called Directors,
very Alagoas, which is a real honor for a server

get to write on such a publication.
That my mother should be proud,
in the sky you see,
to the right of Christ of the Gypsies,
always with blood on their hands, always
unlock ...
andalúuuuu Village Singing!

Know the Hell ... Reader excuse,
to me asked my opinion
tipping in these lines,
the above, said, horn and bag.

First and foremost
encargao'm the goalkeeper and the Journal
Hold me to kill him,
I stand and write pa.
My task, silent but essential,
is to be the common thread
of order, cleanliness, brightness and cleanliness.
I learned to take the time as come,
the same thing that I fregao pa pa a sweep,
I tell you no lie.

My presence is synonymous with active routine, I have no time
pa scratch,
sudo hopo and broomrape,
not minute spent there that are calling me not:
"Ephraim, answer the door"
"Ephraim, if you buy kerosene bleach bring me"
"Ephraim, put the kettle"
"Ephraim is not going to fish and brought Tilente five taripanes "
" Ephraim, Evelyn run threw the carpet
"Ephraim cuélgueme the towel and flippers"
"Ephraim, my dear, eat salt t is di questa berengiena"
"Ephraim franelée a bit around here"
"Ephraim, do not break the skates tarlipe"
"Ephraim the interviewee, so providing a coffee "
" Ephraim saw not Dimitri? "
" Ephraim, why not throw a while they are sleeping in dorapa "
" Ephraim, why not take a few days "
I , take a few days!
What will become of these poor souls, leaving them adrift
and full dirt, so help me!

And for what?
If my family is no longer in the Iberian Peninsula,
is on this island, my family, although I
bad,
is here, dammit, you are!
all eat the big pot
but well say that every day
bitter ham pot. Nah, you Viéralo

Don Josep
older than crawling,
older than the piss,
and yet harder than the leg of a bank.

But do not think the task is simple,
that everything has the vineyard
shoots, and unripe grapes.
Without going any further, there is the Evelyn,
thrush quality: skinny and fat ass face
Lately he has left the mule false
and treat you like high pa hackney,
language as razor .
No, if you knew my father,
consonant Force, to which compel,
to say they are white ants!

Omargarito also has come to the contrary, there is no lack
day adjournment Cruzao
and make it as a domino sucks, such as suckling pig
no where to catch him.
And no right, man, pa
matters worse the mother, who sees
skinny as
hired mule and makes me put the fire
Coaque pa fat taste it,
any day will explode like a firecracker .

When Dimitri,
you have to keep track of the dog to the hare,
that fills the corners of wigs the poor.
One day Dr. Panderette has Soplao the bride,
or blowing leaves is Viviana, hypocrite, who has been
light helmets as maldomáo foal. While

a guitar thing and another thing
violin. And the minimum

Ante,
all bites will go to the crest, take it to chacota
and joke, what is to me.

And what about the flamethrower,
two wolves from the same litter,
and I know what lame walk, made a couple

Tenorios no
women who have left without love and dove.

But before I cut my right hand to write
no bad thing, here are dismissed
a server,
fuck.

to the order of your honor.
Lagunilla Efraín Garrido, answering to death.

I've wanted to share with ustes it ... my most noble memory, I pint of body and soul, my first brush , which gave me my madre.Hoy child rests on the shelf, together with my personal belongings.

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... LA SOLEDAD


Yes you knew, Spain,
penalties and toil spent here
below ... Other criteria would have

people and parties
of this poor, unfortunate Andalusia.

If you knew, Spain,

few tears hiding in the bitumen is diluted capital

richer when you get a little note in your family
Sevilla ...

Oh, if you knew, Spain!
what really criticize my singing:
The other side of the show the other view

tourist or truth of a shaft when passing a fraternity

Ay! if you knew, Spain,
the truth and not lies
for everything you've talked about how bad
and reviews we

of painful embarrassment you face fall. Sentrañas
mine, the mine sentrañas,
as Jiere things
soul of Andalusia.
least to pick it up in breads
chairing our tables.

If equal that of the Marxist
Joseantonianos, poets,
tenants Falangists Republicans or vanes

...., if coughing
was only kissed the dust of these your lands,

dying like worms in fratricidal strife,

conquer one by the other to defend it. Such

that is why your interests are to
fine appearance and nobility,
and die for your currency
fighting
party because their blood is
pastures and nobility of good people.

The blood of so many brothers
that gives strength to those herbs,
that gives
green stems and red poppy in quiet
and Eucharist
tó give life to your property.

... and so many thousands of brothers
fell fighting in them are now pa

rabbit paradise and your gun .... man ... Pena

black white souls, souls
white, black pain.

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I found the gun to Don Agapito Malaverga!

Several students ACMel OGT, which this morning had to attend his first midterm diving lied by Professor Omar Telo Garito claiming a strong poisoning taripán bad and decided ratearse collectively, taking refuge in the old town of Carabela stranded on the island coast.

Within the same time lay a fifteenth-century cannon, which had gone unnoticed by being completely covered by coral populations, mussels and algae, to the historical moment in which one of the students, wanting "make room to lie down a nap " (sic) removed the same finding this age that apparently carried the 4 th Carabela under Admiral Don Blas Agapito of Aragon and Montemenor Malaverga.

at noon Underwater Archaeology Team of the Black Movement drove the canyon to the coast for study, for which he used his tug and pull of 37 adult walruses.
a clandestine member of Underwater Archaeology Team Black Movement prepares to receive the 37 tow charge of walrus and proceed with the removal of the canyon. Back Portuguese scholars examine the coast.

Several volunteers take turns to throw the metal buckets of water for optimal conservation, since the dry area could cause severe damage.

Scientists and academics all, convened by the Black Movement, have come to the island and are in these crucial moments of carbon-14 tests by the huge piece to determine with certainty its origin, as there are also those who say it could come from a pirate ship of Francis Drake.

Moreover, from 10:20 am this morning all the people of AQLM in session in a crowded Extraordinary Meeting, to decide the use and purpose to give the treasure trove. Microscopic

populations embedded in the surface of the barrel:


brief history to foreigners.
worth noting a milestone in the history of our Island AQLM, well known to those of us who have grown up here but silenced in the whole world of dark interest: early October 1492 was wrecked on our shores the Fourth Caravel of the fleet which accompanied the explorer Christopher Columbus. Faithful witness of this story is the old rusty tide brings up on our shores and is visited by tens of people every day in the tourist circuit known as "Way of the Fourth Caravel" .
This story has been transmitted orally degeneration generation, and that all written records were burned at the stake colonial to not stain the honor of the English Empire. The bottom line
account the story that the crew of the caravel (mostly slaves from Sierra Leone, Africa), under the command of Admiral Don Blas Agapito of Malaverga and Montemenor, tired of wandering in the ocean and ill-treatment of Admiral, mutinied and did land on the island, inhabited by people from different migration flows (exciting topic to be discussed in future notes.) As the reader can imagine, all the hospitality they found here by the early inhabitants who, stove and drinks patero through, greeted the sailors as old friends, prompting the aquerenciara of newcomers and the massive stocking island.

How I can help?

- To decide the future of gun found, go to Plaza March megaphones.

- If you want to join volunteer to throw water to the canyon, go to the coast firefighter wearing crazy.

- Vote now in our survey with heart in hand (figuratively speaking, no lack of gil that ...).
'll find it at the top left of your monitor.

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Tongue Piercing Burning

ALWAYS ENDS ONLY BE desire.

I know

accuse me of arrogance, and perhaps of misanthropy, and perhaps of madness. Such accusations (which I will punish in due time) are derisory. It is true that I never leave my house, but it is also true that its doors (whose number is infinite) are open day and night to men and animals. That among those who want. Not find feminine extravagance here nor gallant courtly, just quiet and solitude. Will find a house like no other in the face of the earth. (They who declare that in Egypt there is a similar one.)

Even my detractors admit there is not one piece of furniture in the house. Another ridiculous is that I, Asterion, am a prisoner. I repeat that there is a camera, add that there are no locks? Moreover, one afternoon I walked the streets, if before the evening I returned, I did for the fear instilled in me the faces of the people, faces discolored and flat as an open hand. Already the sun had set, but the helpless crying of a child and the rude supplications of the faithful said they had recognized me. The people prayed, fled, prostrated, some climbed the stylobate the temple of the Axes, others gathered stones. Some, cro, hid under the sea. Not for nothing was a queen my mother, I can not mix with the common, though my modesty might so desire.

The fact is that I am unique. I do not care what a man can pass with other men, like the philosopher, I think nothing is communicable by the art of writing. Loas vexatious and trivial details have no place in my mind that is capable of big, I have never retained the difference between a letter and another. A certain generous impatience has not permitted that I learn to read. Sometimes I regret, for the nights and days are long.

course I am not without distacciones. Like the ram about to charge, I run through the stone galleries until I fall dizzy to the floor. I crouch in the shade of a pool or around a corner and pretend that I seek. There are rooftop from which I let myself fall until bloody. Any time I can pretend to be asleep, with eyes closed and breathing deeply. (Sometimes I really sleep, sometimes changed the color of the day when I open my eyes.) But of all the games I prefer it the other Asterion. Pretend to come to visit me and I'll show you the house. With great reverence I say: Now we return to the previous intersection or now towards another courtyard or I knew you would now see the channel or a tank that was filled with sand or I'll see how the cellar branches. Sometimes I'm wrong and we laughed heartily.

Not only have I imagined games have also meditated on the house. All parts of the house are often is anywhere else. There is no pool, courtyard, drinking trough, manger; are fourteen [are infinite] mangers, drinking troughs, courtyards, cisterns, the house is the size of the world, rather, is the world. However, by dint of exhausting the courtyards with pools and dusty gray stone galleries I have reached the street and seen the temple of the Axes and the sea. I did not understand until a night vision revealed to me that there are also fourteen [are infinite] seas and temples. Everything is repeated many times, fourteen times, but two things in the world that seem at once: above, the intricate sun below, Asterion. Perhaps I have created the stars and the sun and the big house, but I do not remember. Every nine years

enter the house nine men for me to deliver them from all evil. I hear his footsteps or voice in the back of the stone galleries and I run joyfully to find. The ceremony lasts a few minutes. One after another fall without my hands ensantgriente. Where they fall, remain, and the bodies help distinguish one gallery from another. I do not know who they are, but I know that one of them prophesied, at the time of his death that someday my Redeemer, since then it hurts me alone because I know that my redeemer lives, and finally stand on the earth. If I could hear voices of the world, I hear his steps. Would take me to a place fewer galleries and fewer doors. What will my redeemer?, I wonder. Is it a bull or a man? Is it perhaps a bull with a human face? Or be like me?



The morning sun reverberated from the bronze sword. Since there was not a trace of blood.

- Would you believe it, Ariadne? Said Theseus. The Minotaur scarcely defended.

Jorge Luis Borges

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Test: Are you addicted to the gambling den?

patients, readers, neighbors
After extensive field work and with the help of self-help group Gamblers and gambling addicts "33 are good, "I give my final test by which they can discover to what degree are caught in the grip of chance. Any question, look for me in the bingo.


Guide text.
Read it carefully and then answer the questions:

"Saturday was the 63 of Hetor and Moni. I was thrilled at the 84! Seeing that 19 leads to the final 21-60 left in the Rioba ... At 40 his voice trembled, if I thought I saw the 64 of 33. Was the whole family! Up came the field 68, 29, with the premium Estercita, which is about 77 to crack the earth. No one was missing.
After 16, 39 of rice and 81, I headed for 20. Were all in costume, and I at 42. I made friends with the touch of 23 and started with 45. I sat next to the Estercita (I told Hector that if not located in the same 97 that to me was ballot), and hardly was the 49 I took the best piece. Between 50 and 46 were entered in confidence. Disjokey arrived and started 55. I took her to dance a paso dobles. I was giving the 45. She 01 with gas. Then came the cumbia. At this point, I had 34 something dizzy, not to say that I was 14, so I went with Estercita for air to 43. Took the opportunity to confess my years of her 93. "I you have 47" I said. She changed the subject, but in the end to pull and release 75. For what! To the best of the night a guy grabs us by 72 and I come to smoke, with a 07 in his hand. Estercita shouted "My 96, my 96, 17" and I did not have close to 41. So I said "L to 07 if you have 00, vamo a movie, 99" and we entered to give without disgust. It was a 62, 18. The guests were thrilled with the 82, made a round around us and encouraged us. Some bet 32. Before ending in 94, they separated us. We were so bruised that led us to 73 ... and 92, to see me on 04, hit a sigh and said "Lucio, you remains the same 19".


(Photo: Dramatization of the guiding text by the Theatre Group Self-Help Group for Gamblers and gambling addicts "33 is good")


Questionnaire.
1. Where does the action? A. In a marriage ....
. B. In the concierge ....
a furnished. ....
c.En a ladies hairdresser.

2. Who stars in the story?
a. ... One such Lucio.
b. ... A mine that makes the street.
c. ... A woman in curlers Avellaneda Park.

3. What is the problem?
a. ... The guy wants to give the country cousin and comes husband.
b. ... They want to get one more turn and does not work the room Telefonito.
c. ... He did not like how he was the brashing.

4. What is the outcome?
a. ... Piñas and hospital.
b. ... They were to spend the night and had breakfast there.
c. ... There is a bob cut.

5. How many cast?
a. ... Do not cast anyone but were taken to hospital.
b. ... was cast as five in a row!
c. ... They fired colorful manicures and went with the voluntary recall.

Results:
Mostly A: You are a timbero incurable and hopeless. His temple is the casino, their god is Roulette and his confessor is quinieleros the next block. Join the Self-Help Group Gamblers and gambling addicts, "33 are good." Most

B: You have a fixed idea. Any stimulus, however slight, it takes to become a film worthy of the Coca Sarli, minimum. I recommend the Test Have you is elevation?. Otherwise make an appointment with Mr. Alzamendi. Most

C: You do not play or the ball! As understood nothing, here I pass the table of Dreams, so you know:

Water 00 eggs ... 01 ... 02 ... 03 San Cono Child ... 04 ... 05 La Cama Dog Cat ...
06 ... 07 ... 08 Gun Fire Arroyo ... 09 ... 10 ...
milk Mining 11 ... 12 ... 13 The yeta Soldier ... 14 ... 15 girl pretty drunk ... 16 Ring
Disgrace ... 18 ... 17 ... 19 Fish Blood ... 20 The party ...
21 A woman ... 22 ... 23 The Crazy Horse Cook ... 24 ... 25 ...
Gallina 26 ... 27 Mass comb ... 28 ... 29 The Cerro San Pedro Santa Rosa ... 30 ... 31
Light ... 32 Money Christ ... 33 ... 34 ... 35 Bird Head ... ... 37
36 Manteca Dentist Oil ... 39 ... 38 ... 40 Healing Rain ...
Knife 41 ... 42 ... 43 Balcony Slipper ... 44 ... 45 Prison
Wine ... 46 ... 47 Dead Tomatoes ... 48 ... 49 talks Dead Meat
... 50 ... 51 Saw Bread Mother ... 53 ... 52 ... 54 The Boat 55
cow ... Music ... 56 ... 57 Fall Choking Jorabado ... 58 ... 59 ...
Plant 60 Virgin ... 61 ... 62 Flood Shotgun Marriage ... 64 ... 63 ...
Crying Hunter 65 ... 66 ... 67 Viper Worms Nephews ... 68 ... 69 Vices ... 70 Dead Sleep
droppings ... 72 ... 71 ... 73 Hospital Surprise ...
74 People Kiss Black ... 75 ... 76 ... 77 Llamas legs ... 78 ...
Whore Thief 79 ... 80 ... 81 The ball Fight Flores ... 82 ... 83 84 Bad weather ...
Lantern Church ... 85 ... 86 ... 87 lice Smoke Pope ... ... 88
89 The rat ... 90 ... 91 Needless Fear ... 92 ... 93 Medical
Love ... 94 ... 95 glasses Cemetery Husband ... 97 ... 96 ... 98 The table 99
Brothers Lavandera ... ...

any doubt about the interpretation of this test, please contact Dr. Romero at 4-22.
"Come with an empty bottle, which filled it with candy "

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INJURED BY THE WATER DIED IN SEVILLA LOOKING FOR HOPE AND HABITS IN ARCADIA



ROMA SEVILLA 2010. THE BOLT






is endless cold or rain. By losing, I lost even hope. You went at the beginning of spring, like a comet in the sky. And after your flight and his last trip in August, I have nothing left to fight for, nothing to die.
Without course, rooted in boredom and monotony in general, wandering bewildered through streets that once were ours, they hurt the eyes to look without seeing.
And no, you were not already, madness!.
Fado, you went down the river, you went out in the shade. Looking

forget other aromas where yours came Easter.

Passion Week.

And again, as in the previous eleven years, The Student, took to the streets of Madrid.

I was looking for you you for Branches and to meet with him, I asked him to open the sky, my friend lives there.

Two absences, early, recent, unbearable, not solved.

station penance, less painful, the most beautiful of those years are remembered, the most spiritually rewarding of all, by the memory of lived experience, the pride of being mine someday.

But the previous two souls are fired without knowing if they would ever see.

The student, filled with faith and hope in the bosom of the devastated future.

Fe, filled me with faith, but hope was leaking like water from a tap (which try to stop with the palm of the hand) between the toes.

had no reason to hope!, Inhabit a world full of memories, longings, what could have been but was not, wanting to be when it's too late, or dream that one day come back and you realize, or the impossible hope that you embrace friend to comfort me ... They are not reasons to garner hope, rather the loneliness, my anxiety, my personal ordeal.

So I decided to sublimate, crawl down to the lowest range of human desperation, I turned around to the soul to step on it, pour out my heart with tears ... So I walked in Seville morning of Holy Thursday.

Drink oil to spit fire, burning the stubble to green back to matins Easter's spiritual springtime.

Silence, I did see that the worst thing in life is silence.

The Nazarene Lord of Seville, awash in darkness, shivering in the light of their candles, crushed me with their beauty cold, with the faith that clings to the tree which is death, but at third day he will rise to victory, as the Giralda towards walking and left at dawn, the divine and the mundane, the ephemeral and the eternal.

The Lord of Health "The Gypsies", walked to a full death and hope, music, lively gait and rises to heaven. And yes, here I realized that like him, sometimes walking death is the only way to be reborn.

realized where my place, and who I was, to see enfilar Placentienes street to the sound of the arrow of Machado.

have to die, I thought. I'm already dead!, I made it more difficult. - Now after seeing the Nazarenes, I have an empty breast and a new and virgin soul!.

And my steps were directed towards Triana.

I saw them arrive, filled with light, white blossom, as a reflection of the sun in the morning.

La Macarena, bullfighting virgin gave birth to me which follow. And the Triana deflowered my new soul, a gift from her son. Making me feel full, returned to life ... Because even now you are, you have been. And as their names are Hope, I returned to Madrid ready to germinate and flourish.

They know only what my sun and my water which I then sprout again.

But there's a hot sun to me, your sun friend. There will always be a source Mane water, which may not have forgotten my lips and want to re-liquefy my blood. Or just remember me as your best alchemist.

I do not know who released the heat, but I see the light comes to search.

Hope To live, as I now dwell, it is sick, where, but died in Seville.

sprouts.

Moruno José Luis Vázquez

TRIANA HOPE IN THE BRIDGE. 2010