CUBA visit my country ... great experience.
I was 30 days in Havana, Cuba, my country. It was a wonderful trip .. I will tell my experience soon. Sunday, April 24, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Male Voice Countdown And Then Techno Song
SOME OF THE WRITING OF MARCELA INTENSE FILMS
I find with their hands in my rocking cradle
street insults to the end and sleep in his arms.
I find ranting against the world, insisting on things that I know
, injustice, things not happen to us over the side, the
not go into the pocket and I am outraged as he
but I intend to be warm. The story is over and we are part of it, but it
surrounds us so that ... it seems we can not, can not
alone or together ... So I find her body numb
resisting the blows that I give to that key
foot on land but this is their island, is where you want to be.
I find with her legs twisted like mine
connecting to a world that can not resist, at least a few hours at least
night, a break, and my face in his chest and caress my hair
guarded by .
I find when I made a bud, withdrawn, uncertain, fragile,
and nurtured me to open the petals, but never more so than his own who
hug me, never so sure, so upright, because he knows he is always
the field where we play but otherwise we do not.
And I want to go to heaven and hopscotch is limited, then
me feel like a maze.
I find angry fist by its pebble beach and
I can not believe you want to move me by the hand because I'm not your
clay, I'm not that warm.
I find when my shadow questioned, when silence invades
me, when the closure chokes me and shakes me free. In oblivion I
and he is lost in the river left eddy where
sail.
27/12 1:24 a.m.
is the world that
questioned because the horizon is flying a flag
universal.
And while everything is questioned
question everything
demolished and the ruins were discovered
no houses of cards
to assemble.
which is the world questioned because moisture
caresses the toes.
And rain
earthbound are the echoes that bounce
depths without permission to shake
verbs are in the pool
substantive matters little pearl I can not be
that wraps from cocoons.
Ours is deadpan
turbid water are / are
old Paraná waves
Then any intention
collapses and the river hides accumulated rage suppressed echo
when your sick
calm.
street insults to the end and sleep in his arms.
I find ranting against the world, insisting on things that I know
, injustice, things not happen to us over the side, the
not go into the pocket and I am outraged as he
but I intend to be warm. The story is over and we are part of it, but it
surrounds us so that ... it seems we can not, can not
alone or together ... So I find her body numb
resisting the blows that I give to that key
foot on land but this is their island, is where you want to be.
I find with her legs twisted like mine
connecting to a world that can not resist, at least a few hours at least
night, a break, and my face in his chest and caress my hair
guarded by .
I find when I made a bud, withdrawn, uncertain, fragile,
and nurtured me to open the petals, but never more so than his own who
hug me, never so sure, so upright, because he knows he is always
the field where we play but otherwise we do not.
And I want to go to heaven and hopscotch is limited, then
me feel like a maze.
I find angry fist by its pebble beach and
I can not believe you want to move me by the hand because I'm not your
clay, I'm not that warm.
I find when my shadow questioned, when silence invades
me, when the closure chokes me and shakes me free. In oblivion I
and he is lost in the river left eddy where
sail.
27/12 1:24 a.m.
is the world that
questioned because the horizon is flying a flag
universal.
And while everything is questioned
question everything
demolished and the ruins were discovered
no houses of cards
to assemble.
which is the world questioned because moisture
caresses the toes.
And rain
earthbound are the echoes that bounce
depths without permission to shake
verbs are in the pool
substantive matters little pearl I can not be
that wraps from cocoons.
Ours is deadpan
turbid water are / are
old Paraná waves
Then any intention
collapses and the river hides accumulated rage suppressed echo
when your sick
calm.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
How To Connect Sound From Bluray To Sound Bar
Fwd: Remembering Jana, the girl in Bab al-Azizia
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Date: March 27, 2011 6:23
Subject: Remembering Jana, the girl in Bab al-Azizia
To: Bamboo Press \u0026lt; boletinbambu@yahoo.com >
---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Roberto Bardini \u0026lt; robertobardini @ yahoo. com >
Date: March 27, 2011 6:23
Subject: Remembering Jana, the girl in Bab al-Azizia
To: Bamboo Press \u0026lt; boletinbambu@yahoo.com >
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Bamboo Press Alternative Press politically incorrect
Remembering Jana , girl the Bab al-Azizia
S and called Jana. In 1986 he lived with his parents in Bab al-Azizia, a camp of six square kilometers south of Tripoli, and today it might be an attractive girl of 24 or 25 years, living the anguish of the bombing of Libya. Full article ...
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