as I hear them and you hear me, are these the last letter you read me, so when I read, hear me say that I am unable to speak and hear. Perhaps you believe that died years ...., but you know. You know that a dead year, .... maybe.
of fireworks that are made. And in abundance. Too much levity in the Vatican, clumsiness surplus at the Pentagon, many lewd and lascivious concuspicente in the bag of fresh meat from Moscow. Too much blood flowing under the bridges of intolerance: "If you do not believe in what you believe, you do not believe in anything." Bum bum, bam bam, and I redeem explosive exploited, they are always exploited by others, which are not mine. Bulky holders indecent "When shown appeared, but in a list of missing." "Guerrillas change innocent child raised in the jungle, raised in jungle guerrilla was because he had no children. "
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But we still have citizens. Each year we must live to tell. Fatherland or death virtual companions. continue reading us and writing" to defend the joy of joy. " The 2008 is like 2007, and will recreate part of 2003. At the end of the day we remain the same and opposite. We are still looking for contradiction, that river anxious, his way the ocean. Although we know that freedom is just an illusion, do not tire to follow his trail, sometimes sleepy. A hug then, yes, for pure pleasure. hugs to invent new, breathe deep in the sky remains the same, we are covered with different tones in each location.