not. Rivals
Me cansan tus cambios de humor.
Inmaduros y estúpidos; así son tus actos.
La rivalidad perdida a terminado.
Monday, March 15, 2010
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Here we go .. Pus
sitting all, this is the result of having been three Horin:) in class, be raining and bring your camera to the uni ... I take pictures but it rains! Well, I'll get it, I know ... and Everybody Knows ...
more pus Pus ... after you have been reading Arabic poetry of Nizar Qabbani to pastels because I will draw my own conclusions of the song. Because it is cool and so in time for the joy primaverescas, allergies and demases one gets goofy.
Poetry begins (expected to bag, and no I have to do a lot of memory):
Well, Mr. Man is a guy who starts talking and says, I challenge those who have advanced toward me your eyes .. . how nice, like, look, I have loved before me fabric for Scoundrels, but voila here I come so do not be my Calpulli and look at my gifts and wonders .. And on top not only that, but a challenge to all those like you have cool, but chhhhhhh ... you seemed to care because I loved him with my insanity, my style and my bewilderment ... Oooooooh! How beautiful! But it really gets better. You will not find a nation as my mouth:) or a bed as my eyes .. The guy makes love with her eyes! That is a poet with his fly climbing style!
live in love ... (It says)
And no kissing in which I am not ... Even if you kiss me I'll be there with others .. Right? It's like David Copperfield, what great ...
And so all ... no cave like my chest or anything like what I have .. ains! What a man! And one begins to agree and clear ...... hahaha, well, well. I eat.
Here we go .. Pus
sitting all, this is the result of having been three Horin:) in class, be raining and bring your camera to the uni ... I take pictures but it rains! Well, I'll get it, I know ... and Everybody Knows ...
more pus Pus ... after you have been reading Arabic poetry of Nizar Qabbani to pastels because I will draw my own conclusions of the song. Because it is cool and so in time for the joy primaverescas, allergies and demases one gets goofy.
Poetry begins (expected to bag, and no I have to do a lot of memory):
Well, Mr. Man is a guy who starts talking and says, I challenge those who have advanced toward me your eyes .. . how nice, like, look, I have loved before me fabric for Scoundrels, but voila here I come so do not be my Calpulli and look at my gifts and wonders .. And on top not only that, but a challenge to all those like you have cool, but chhhhhhh ... you seemed to care because I loved him with my insanity, my style and my bewilderment ... Oooooooh! How beautiful! But it really gets better. You will not find a nation as my mouth:) or a bed as my eyes .. The guy makes love with her eyes! That is a poet with his fly climbing style!
live in love ... (It says)
And no kissing in which I am not ... Even if you kiss me I'll be there with others .. Right? It's like David Copperfield, what great ...
And so all ... no cave like my chest or anything like what I have .. ains! What a man! And one begins to agree and clear ...... hahaha, well, well. I eat.
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