Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wrestling Singletchrist
Bosco Parties from Alcobendas, 1937
routine Clouds, ice mimics Lina Street star Oden, layers of cold in the Plaza de la Victoria and the hours are set at night in Calle Fermín Galán, where its end sewn streams, water crepe little golden land of sunshine. It collects light and the hands of poor farmers in the gardens de La Vega. An Assault Guards, comprising a Mosin-Nagant to shoulder, resting on a wall made of lime finished, you pick up the bullet belt, the same with dreams of being film and Chapayev.
groove of cereal fields to fence the oaks of the Moral, do not have the tenderness of spring and flowers are silenced in December. Women Glitter dry the clothes in the laundry of Charcas. The Church put him gag, to remove the bells for the ammunition needed to defend Madrid and wine glasses gives his last day in the Tavern of the Favorita.
Old paper and snuff settled at the beginning of the moon in the Plaza of the Republic and the sources Wells and Juanita Rico Street silent and only the wind curve of fig leaves. The barns of the street from the Union, lie on the same straw, short afternoon, hidden Alcobendas.
Today the stars are low and winter is on the roof, the women prepare a few crumbs, and burrow into cans of sardines and bread wheat low. Fire consumes 1937, a few hundred kilometers Carretera de Extremadura, the troops of General Varela Yugo-Arrow, sing carols and Teruel pumps are singing.
A child placed in the mouth that tastes like canned beluga Balalaika, a native of the Black Sea, dinner on December 24, he left little to the table. The gay boys are on the parapets of the home field or in the snow Concud with Lister. Fly a I-15, with the nose and propeller tired, going to sleep out of airfield Soto del Duque de Algete.
A window is encouraged, with a song and some palm Angelillo, laughter stick to the doors, the abandoned war homes.
of France On the Road, a police officer who killed Negrin guard with anise, it asks another
- Do you believe that Jesus Christ was of the UGT?
- Why do you say that?
- Because he pursued the Mussolini and Franco then, Caesar Augustus and Herod.
- Who knows, but Barrabas Valentín González reminds me.
In Asturias Street, Carina weak warm your toes on the hearth and the black sky, past the sky. A few quick steps and a fist high, greet Mayor Antonio Vázquez down the street Madrid, a key, boots that trod the cliffs of Buitrago, Trubia helmets, the detached People's Army jacket and a hug. Her dark hair, shy girl and her blue eyes healthy, idealistic young mouths elongated steep and kisses. And I just finished bed now.
The night was noble, but good.
Saturn Merry Christmas and bless you. 
routine Clouds, ice mimics Lina Street star Oden, layers of cold in the Plaza de la Victoria and the hours are set at night in Calle Fermín Galán, where its end sewn streams, water crepe little golden land of sunshine. It collects light and the hands of poor farmers in the gardens de La Vega. An Assault Guards, comprising a Mosin-Nagant to shoulder, resting on a wall made of lime finished, you pick up the bullet belt, the same with dreams of being film and Chapayev.
groove of cereal fields to fence the oaks of the Moral, do not have the tenderness of spring and flowers are silenced in December. Women Glitter dry the clothes in the laundry of Charcas. The Church put him gag, to remove the bells for the ammunition needed to defend Madrid and wine glasses gives his last day in the Tavern of the Favorita.
Old paper and snuff settled at the beginning of the moon in the Plaza of the Republic and the sources Wells and Juanita Rico Street silent and only the wind curve of fig leaves. The barns of the street from the Union, lie on the same straw, short afternoon, hidden Alcobendas.
Today the stars are low and winter is on the roof, the women prepare a few crumbs, and burrow into cans of sardines and bread wheat low. Fire consumes 1937, a few hundred kilometers Carretera de Extremadura, the troops of General Varela Yugo-Arrow, sing carols and Teruel pumps are singing.
A child placed in the mouth that tastes like canned beluga Balalaika, a native of the Black Sea, dinner on December 24, he left little to the table. The gay boys are on the parapets of the home field or in the snow Concud with Lister. Fly a I-15, with the nose and propeller tired, going to sleep out of airfield Soto del Duque de Algete.
A window is encouraged, with a song and some palm Angelillo, laughter stick to the doors, the abandoned war homes.
of France On the Road, a police officer who killed Negrin guard with anise, it asks another
- Do you believe that Jesus Christ was of the UGT?
- Why do you say that?
- Because he pursued the Mussolini and Franco then, Caesar Augustus and Herod.
- Who knows, but Barrabas Valentín González reminds me.
In Asturias Street, Carina weak warm your toes on the hearth and the black sky, past the sky. A few quick steps and a fist high, greet Mayor Antonio Vázquez down the street Madrid, a key, boots that trod the cliffs of Buitrago, Trubia helmets, the detached People's Army jacket and a hug. Her dark hair, shy girl and her blue eyes healthy, idealistic young mouths elongated steep and kisses. And I just finished bed now.
The night was noble, but good.
Saturn Merry Christmas and bless you.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Kinesiology Patellofemoral Help
A Alejandra Blanco, my grandmother. Video
always going wearing a black sacred
invisible step, and your tan
begun
you left me in the DNA of my curly hair. Your hands
years
grooves and they gave me milk
moderate heat, combing my scrambled
head and you put candy in my mouth.
You were tired of life and in your fingers mounted table
roof cats entertained.
occupied all Masses of the twelve, Paul take
like you in Teruel
the convent of Santa Clara,
for troops Lister.
Grandmother gave him a hug
my early childhood. 
always going wearing a black sacred
invisible step, and your tan
begun
you left me in the DNA of my curly hair. Your hands
years
grooves and they gave me milk
moderate heat, combing my scrambled
head and you put candy in my mouth.
You were tired of life and in your fingers mounted table
roof cats entertained.
occupied all Masses of the twelve, Paul take
like you in Teruel
the convent of Santa Clara,
for troops Lister.
Grandmother gave him a hug
my early childhood.
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