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long as you exist (thanks to those who seek to kill us.)




Back.
always come back. Far from legends that are true by throwing coins away from going to watch it on previous occasions was not. Far from typical topics. Far
all, always returns.

And do not turn us back our soul.
beauty refills for each side and each corner.
again excited with the overwhelming glory stale classicism of the Empire, the Republic of the martyrs, those who send emperors to Rome Forum vigilantes from the top of the reliefs published until the end of time their mythical deeds. Back
our soul to aggrandize among ruins, sunsets, the king of sublime chiaroscuro painters.
back the soul to humanize sculptures, churches and squares, or maybe ... You are human _?.

soul back to try again to understand the Church and its doctrine inconsistent if based on the pomp, in excess, luxury and ostentation.
But assume that given by the artists at your service to our souls, is priceless. Inevitable consequences, for unjustifiable, but glorious means that the service has to be unique, not corrupt institutions.
created to God, that the greatness of their works. Back

always come back, if you leave the soul to return. If we strip away the blankets of pictures that cover our concerns on couches lazy Sunday. Back
always come back, if you love beauty. If you want to hear the fluttering swallows in the dawn on the great dome of St. Peter. Back
always come back, if you have to go get something. Your way, your essence, your faith, your style, your passion, your sunrise ...
always return back, if you have to redirect to a soul that has wandered in the wilderness longer count. Back

always come back, as I returned. And I was not looking for you, and I missed you, and I needed you even understand the language without you. I went back and went without you.
I went back and understand it if it is a good place to flee. Further north the sun does not heat. But the case was away when my passionate love.

When I first went, I soldered a link.
Now I closed the chain and connect another link that does not end when or how, but if as you start a new life, returning to the place where you have to be reborn, after death because you have killed.
ROMA.


NO DEATH
long as you exist (thanks to those who seek to kill us.)
José Luis Vázquez Moruno.
May 2010.

Motorcyle Out Of Gumpaste

Hundreds of horses took refuge in Argentina comes to our island!

appeared last Friday at the coast past what looked like a battleship. To get closer we see that it was not nothing but a huge raft constructed of plastic bottles 1.5-liter, plankton and krill. About the same, in apparent panic, hundreds of horses of the purest strains gave pitiful cries. A group of walruses solidarity quickly drove the raft to the coast and the local veterinary Eulalia Bonza, went to review. Around the neck of a sorrel found a handwritten note to next:

Native AQLM Board:
I hope the tidal drag of these brave members of the Regiment of Mounted Grenadiers to you. Our country badly epidemiologists with equine influenza. I was in your island last year, arrived with swine flu and went to the laughter, completely cured. In my desperation not I can think of more to dispatch our best horses, I know that people respect the honor code sanmartiniano and save their lives. Thanked
to twitch.
Mario Vicente, Sgt

Dr. Panderette, just arrived from Puerto Madero, confirmed: the Republic of Argentina is going through these days a Equine Viral Arteritis. Quickly reached into her medical records file, and effectively Sergeant Mario Vincent was treated at the island, and received his PandeKit on July 9, 2009

As the reader will know, the virus that year after year have entered this warm island mutate benignly. This happened in 2009 with the Avian Flu or Morsina H 1M1. The reasons for this phenomenon are still under investigation. Some attribute this to local microclimate and other so-called "collapse effect" that can be seen when you approach the island, craft compasses start spinning in all directions, as if they were same in the pole, and the ships are magnetized by this island.

Today, at the gates of the Bicentennial of the sister Nacion Argentina, the horses have decided to escape through the window. This island is characterized by the total hospitality of its people accepted the challenge.

The horses were moved to vacant grassland located in Av Walruses pens S / N, adjacent to the office of Dr Bonza and diagonally to the nursery Hold me the brat, and are being studied by an interdisciplinary team consisting of Drs. Bonza and Romero. While physical health is excellent, they are following an intensive anti-stress, which published details:

Exclusive: Routine
Antistress for Horses.

5:35 a.m.: Jocketa Choir "The mother of Leguisamo" wakes up singing horses "by a head" in C sharp.
6:00 to 9:30: free grazing. 9:45 to 11:50
: Flower Therapy: we wallow in a culture of petunias.
12:00 to 14:30: free grazing. 14:31
at 16:30: Siesta
16:45 to 18:45: Walk along the beach in small groups, being assembled by graduates of the course taught by Swami Ga Levitation Evelyn Gomez.
18:50 to 21:10: free grazing.
21:15 to 22:00: massages by Ludwig Von Schlutter Ullrico.
22:10 to 22:59: Flower Therapy: we wallow in a culture of primroses.
23:00 to 5:34 a.m.: Break.

18:40 pm: The Equine Rehabilitation Group No. 5 back on Avenida de los Corrales of vices. In the distance, with appropriate professional distance, Dr. Romero, blue shorts and white cap, the monitors.
Equine Group Rehabilitation No. 12 runs along our beaches. Note to manager Telo Islander, Mr. Ante Nittanova (in blue jacket and blue loincloth), directing the antenna Telo Coast to establish some communication with Sgt. Mario Vicente sister Republic of Argentina, to assess the next steps.

Declaration of the First Board
Hold me kill it embraces Argentina!

We, the First Native Board meeting in the thicket of palm island to assess the humanitarian aid sent toward the bicentennial of the birth of the sister Republic Argentina, resolve:

1. Forward to the First Assembly of that country, as a symbol of unity and freedom, nine skin loincloths made entirely of walrus died of old by our consonant, the Nile Kasai loincloth garment manufacturer will have embroidered on front in blue and white names our colleagues and inspiring, Saavedra, Moreno, Paso, Alberti, Azcuénaga, Belgrano, Castelli, Larrea and Matheu, and will be medium size. If any of the patriots extral need not have more by visiting one of our messengers tarariras kamikaze, stationed in the bed of the Rio de la Plata.

2. In view of the serious equine crisis this nation is suffering, just heading to the mainland from the Third Corps Combat vices, ready to act if necessary to perform their parade grenadiers mounted marine mammals.

3. Viva la Patria!

4. BLACK or dependence !

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now what is happiness. Again
are great. I wanted to thank
today my father José Luis, not to give me more options when choosing child team. Thanking
D. Vicente Calderón for giving us this work and the house that made us where we are today and we "forced" to love one color to death. Give
thanks to my grandfather Paco, being the athletic sense pure. The struggle, suffering and harsh that no one has given him nothing. Identification card will keep it Atleti Aviation as most of the relics.
Thanks to my brother, take me by the hand in the wonderful red and white road you for having me, and mourn with me, for oozing which was great when Atletico see I had not seen. Yesterday we cried together.
Thanks to my mother for putting up with, and moved with us and as I looked this morning to see my face full of happiness.
Thanks to my sister, to live always the most important moment of my life at my side. It is the courage and athletic breed. And deep Atletico the most passionate of all, I think. With

Chema, Michael, Julia, etc, for wanting to live with what we experienced this historic and May 12, 2010. Thank you for loving me so much.
Thanks to my friend Reuben, and that despite his heart Madrid, went to Neptune to hug me and say, "- I have given from the heaven."

Thank heaven and the best of its inhabitants for the gift, on 19 I'll drink the bottle you gave me for when Atleti were European champions.


Thanks.

Joy, happiness, tears, euphoria and lots and lots of faith.
Faith can do anything.


Atletico Madrid CHAMPION THE EUROPA LEAGUE 2010.

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Malavergas the world say this!

These are the Pyramids of May that depict the final figures that showed our survey:

After all voted the world's destiny barrel recently found in our seabed jump to all decisions lights on one side of the canyon restore to shoot at 5:30 pm , and on the other cock Too bad. Regarding the latter, we propose to whose competence to assume the task diligently to correct it. Regarding the first decision we think right, before carrying out what the will of the people elected to notify the heirs of the said seamen.

With respect to slaves and seamen who moved the 4 th Carabela, is widely known that the ancestors of almost all natives, and say almost because the time they reach the Carabela this island was already populated by a small group of people of different ethnic groups, as has the oral tradition. The storms, shipwrecks, marine currents (As the popular saying: "Birds of a feather and the current stacks, and do not forget the reader that is how it came to me Hold me Battleship embarking on these shores) and the riots formed the original melting pot this lovable country. Then the glorious landmark of the Fourth Skull populated the Island of countless Africans for slavery, which they turned their destination and found the joy and happiness to this day overwhelms us (we will mourn).

ALL PEOPLE: Meet
THE HONOR AND DUTY pronounced in public for a week EDICT will adhere to each palm up and travel the whole world, via tarariras messengers and Malaika feibuk Kenya:

Can A Felon In Colorado Own A Rifle?

CHAMPIONS AT LAST THE EXISTING BETWEEN ITALY AND HEAVEN BUT the damn athletic

"To watch the ships come." José Luis Moruno . Nador, Morocco. April 2010.

parentheses.
In the first three-point suspension.
In the middle of the desert with some water, but without a compass.
On a boat with hopes to win, but adrift in the middle of a spiritually nothing Pacific Ocean.
Dreaming of the new Arcadia, with El Dorado, the promised land, but for now dreaming. Looking and seeing
not wanting to see it witnessed. Wrong eyes for fear of looking without seeing.
am that thirst that continues despite drinking.
Soft drink liquor poison, trying to erase the memories screenprinted alcohol in the mind, soul.
Without leaving the heart strings without spinal anyone to burn gloriously.
With faith and hope in tow, as chainmail heart.
The dilemma of doubt the wisdom of what was done, the validity and accuracy of my thinking. Trying
forward without knowing where, without background, without reference, no roads to reach anyone.
Weighing the idea of \u200b\u200bacting on my feelings or inhabiting the consistency of my actions.
Doubting whether it be fire or ice, white or black, alpha or omega, heads or tails.
I am bomb, no one is fire.
I am wind, no is that fire that melts iron.
no silver stars that sparkle.
imagining satisfying carnal needs. Seeing clearly
wanting to forget my essence. Doubting
as doubts, doubt is human.
With thousands of reasons to hate the sky.
I never stole from heaven great souls.
never imagined that from heaven curtailed my happiness, dead in deformed iron, flight to the flight of the air Azzurri.
Thinking about what I did wrong.
Thinking that price is too. Thinking
if an error is delivered to open the doors of the docks, having bathed in the heart of language, be all caste, be an emotional earthquake demoniac be poetic justice, living Breton L'amor fou, burn bridges, find steps to understand life from them, with all the faith and commitment to deliver hope, seeking to prevent the escapes moorings ...
Thinking about the reason for the fire. Thinking
punishment is not deserved and that is where he deserves is a shame. Ashes of a world
cover up the roads that have not come back. Thinking
if ever another fire within burns. Thinking
quench your fire with the oil of memories. Thinking
walk unattainable future with you in mind.
With my mind always thought. Thinking
constantly.

Moruno
José Luis Vázquez.
"The existing between Italy and the sky"
May 2010.

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May 1, 2010: "24 hours in leather, scratching the fig"

International Festival of San Labor Day: There were no fajaduras in AQLM Ailan!
Countless workers were filling the world around our island since last week to witness the traditional Burning of the Standard, to commemorate International Workers Day in AQLM Ailan. The local landscape efervesció: women and men in overalls, aprons, suits, or jackets beibidól toured the island of Pe a Pa, either tasting dishes in El Pez Tilente, wearing loincloths alluding to the Trust, buying souvenirs in Crops and Wineries Hold me that killed him or internalized in our history tours. Several took the opportunity to immortalize the cave of our champion Ouagadougou Zomba with their cameras, and practically every place where the island is not came across a tourist taking pictures at close range laburante which Korean Caminito.
who never have visited us on this date, you should know that the slogan of this festival is repeated year after year is "Nobody does anything, and who works as fajamos", so the audience is asked to bring bandages if necessary, wrap a helper.
While the 2009 theme was "Twenty-four hours in leather with watermelon and wine patero ", in 2010 we amalgamated the slogan" 24 hours in leather, scratching fig.
From 23:00 pm on Friday, April 30 Body Wood Carving, comprising one representative from each delegation present, he set out to carve gouges in the classical pattern on a trunk of Ginkgo Biloba (fallen in line of duty last February) donated by the Ghost Train Operators in Quebec, who came to the Island aboard the same, as a raft nebbiesca.
Agenda of activities he said the most of this year to honor the "dolce far niente" that brings us together every May 1. There was no Welcome speeches or any activity, but the preparations on the coast to the Cooker Theme "No more bosses." The only performing arts was the Choir of Anarchists "Sacco and Vanzetti," which could not be absent. As the 0:30 start to light the fire, the paths coreutas delighted us with versions of their hits, including "No vamo to work, "" Working on the railroad "," I play guitar all day, "Linyera am," "Let's work" and "international." Starting at 0:55, when he grabbed the wood, native and foreign in order copies we approach the fire to tear their uniforms and throwing them into the fire, whose flames were taking considerable height. Then, members of the Union of Turkish fig crop in hand, we reached a fruit to everyone. At 1:22 am Body Carving Wood completed his monumental work, the scale pattern of shocking realism, was high, nailed to the logs burning and engulfed in flames, while all accompany the choir in the finale , singing "For Freedom" to be hoarse.
El Patron instantly charred and the crowd spontaneously chanted bis vamo not working ", after which, and after throwing buckets of water salt the totem, the Body of Delegates of Minami-Hasagaya Underground moved the statue to the parapet dark cartridge mounting "Camino del Quemado", located in South Beach.

Being at 2: 25 and observed a total respect for the slogan " No one does anything, and who works as fajamos ", we end the day's commemoration of Labor Day St. and we have to scratch the figs over the next twenty four hours.

Annals of San Labor Day in AQLM:

Our history records the following milestones:
1999: were swaddled 27 attendees, including members of staph, native and naturalized
2005: fajadura not recorded any,
2007: will bundle with all due respect to a cloistered nun-like murga transvestite (which turned out to be Dimitri, investigating a dangerous matter.)
2009: had to bind up the flamethrower registered Evaristo Salustiano Sepulveda and Gancedo (see notes file).
2010: unusual: not fajaduras so far!


can be seen in the image of the state of carbonization in that was the pattern as the total absence of any worker our beaches, welcomed all to scratch FIG.

"Visit the Pattern 2010 in Quemado Road!
Departures: every Thursday in May in time to be confirmed.