have finished the weekend killed and witches, but to walk, run rampant. No witches kind of wart on the chin, or the sexy witches who fantasize loa with adolescents, but these negative forces terrible, devastating, which ended with Macbeth, the depiction of horror and the damned. (...) follow the cases of men who have not accepted a not a woman. No, I do not want. I do not want. No, I do not. For centuries, the power of women lies precisely in not always tell and always single themselves as married women. As if they belonged to another tribe, the language of women was interpreted at the whim of men, their speech is full of topics. They knew to keep a secret. They were the queens of gossip. His opinion was given by confessors or husbands. They spoke to harm, or to waste time. Witches, bad, unreliable, compelling, manipulative ... It is too late to find out what other aspects of his life murderers did not accept that contradicted. Perhaps none, perhaps considered the authority argued loudly, and respect is achieved with violence. More likely they were cowards, feel humiliated every time he got out with no yours. They had a class consciousness of life, to consider that, this woman was clearly in a lower level, which, therefore, as he could not rebel against their superiors, nor could it. Waste, wicked demons.
As a line of ants in countless colors, appeared cars on the winding road leading to my small town. Telepathy puts a unique agreement. These vehicles are mature age, but they are impressive in appearance. His loving owners caregivers with meticulous care. They do not hurt brands in cosmetic surgery costs, no creams, gels, oils, facelifts ... The passion for these creatures of metallic presence has no limits. This Volkswagen Beetle came with them, although countryman of ours. Participated in this rally along with other display vehicles and were discontinued. Many years ago it acquired. So was the envy of the town ...¡¡ How was cool being the only! There never invited me up on it, but I looked and played many times. Then his skin was different, a deep red color. Its owner was an independent girl, modern and it works. It was easy to imagine in summer with his "beetle" in the city, away from the prying eyes of neighbors. There his clothes could be more daring and vibrant co values, short skirts, cleavage and tight waist striking. However, by the people was always in jeans and shirt. If she had invited me some time ... If I had been bolder inviting her ...
There was a meeting of classic cars on a spring morning. Great expectations attracted youth of all ages. The curious come to see up close how he stayed so lush vehicles. Is the advantage of being powered inanimate bodies. When it fails one piece or broken, it is replaced by a new one. Exposure These cars had the good fortune to be beloved by their owners. Were chosen to consciousness. Perhaps they were objects of desire long time before being purchased. When he finally took the match, the sight had to be immediate. not understand, if not, the continued dedication and absolute loyalty shown to them. This convertible was struck. Her slender figure and elegant design loved the most. I noticed especially the couple who owned it. Knowing you have one of the most attractive, presumably would not let his side. He, a man silver temples, flirted with her, a girl much younger. Strutted for the ride, but not away your precious little treasure. Nearby, another open-top sports taught us inside. Nobody seemed to be the owner. An irresistible urge to ride it took me at that moment. As the door opened without difficulty, I sat in the driver's seat. My hands on the wheel caused a reaction in me shocked as I traveled around the body. Hands approached the car keys to my face ..."¿ want to drive? " he said. Did not react, surprised by the invitation, as this stunning woman I was sitting next to me. was like a dream. The air on my face was completely woke me so I could see that Mary was presented with that name-was a real lady. And its strange beauty, indeed, seemed from another era. Maybe that's why everything around me appeared to me in black and white. stopped not far from there, take a drink. I realized, looking at it carefully, now the years had matured his face, but that does not detract one iota of her beauty. More to the contrary, it enhances it. returned to the place where the event was celebrated car. I noticed many prying eyes, even malicious. I do not care. I Mary was unemployed and had just proposed me to be his private chauffeur. could not pass up that opportunity and gladly accepted. The next week I start working with it. He gave me his address in his own handwriting. On Monday, without fail I would present at his residence in one of the most exclusive areas of Marbella.
Inhuman made this song and it was a great success. Nice and funny lyrics ... The Simca 1000 meant also a real incentive for the "sexual revolution" of those years.
I do not know anything about anything ... and we by 30. I'm afraid of the dark and the future. And I wait for a prince charming, green, red, plaid or striped silver, and when I made up my mind not to see it, you appear. I cry if I betray. And I miss my old friends who do not always care. And keep in a box lined everything they give me. And I'm too loyal. Y I fall easily making the mistake to give myself too much. There are days when I cry at anything. And my relationship with electronic devices is harmful. And I'm hard on ways rather than in words. And I'm very rational. Now I'm addicted to orange juice, only Granini brand. I'm not very photogenic, or will the original is not all good. And there are days that I look beautiful, others ugly, but the more I look. I always go back to what I feel and I die a little every so often. But here I am. And sleep. And excite me quickly. I like people who are nonconformist. And the greater is the greatest challenge is my delivery. And traveling to see other realities. And before the attempt to face them face fears. But it terrifies me future. And I love the beach, mountain, city and desert. Silence.
Its metallic look, glassy eyes, I look every day. Turns to me and demanding attention. It is this hobby of mine to humanize the objects with whom I live.
Near the door of the house, spends his days and nights the body of an SUV ... A Land-Rover with more years than anyone. Yes, it is old ... the shell is wrinkles everywhere and has lost much luster ...¡¡ Oh, the years we hopelessly wrinkled!
My father owns. Years ago I bought it, but did not lead ever. That 'do their children. The gentleman who picked it up, and more too, could not handle "It does not address assisted and is pretty basic in their levers.
Yesterday afternoon, when we went for a walk around the house, we approached my father and I to the vehicle. The glaze of my father is seeing as it was and remember in the days of slaughter in the countryside among olive trees rolling, loading the olive green fruit, or mature for oil, or collecting wood for the home. I inherited my father's animistic spirit, because it tends to speak to the aluminum body and sheet metal as if it were a person:
- Oh, poor thing, that nobody remembers him! - That says it for me to feel guilty for not going more often to the field. For if my father was, all my free time I devoted to the field, because there's always plenty to do.
For the olive trees will have a special affection. In recent years, while thanking you were to approach them, to get out of Land, the first thing he did was kiss the branches and devote a few words of affection.
this morning, very early, I started to ride it. As I say, it's inconvenient, but one gets used to everything. I put the ignition and start without problems. He responded with his usual and hoarseness, while driving out moods that kept by the exhaust pipe.
- Oh, diossss ... I'll have to enter it again! Review will not fall. "I say to myself. I hope
resistance of iron and let it run. On the road continues to protest his belching, coughing and raucous farts ... When the paved road ends, we must address the olive farm and agricultural land. Over there is where it shows its true value. What good is an SUV, if not capable of moving unstable areas?
- Well, my friend ... now slowly and good lyrics ... -back to me and I tell him too.
I put the lever in low gear and I venture the loose soil. The first steps are faltering because the wheels do not grip well. Do not floor to accelerate, I leave a little to the air. He certainly knows the terrain goes up slow and confident. I try to take the wheel as firmly as I can and, finally, we reached the destination. To leave it to cool in the shade of a fig tree with the doors open.
While olive trees cleaned up, remove the snakes and it started to bother herbs, Land Rover expects impassive and rest. Takes to recover your heart beats and blood of your radiator is cooled slowly.
It is time to go home, heat press and I'm drenched in sweat. The dust of the earth permeates my skin and clothes. Pick up and return tools to get on the rump of my metal friend. Nothing more start, starts screaming .... you jumped the horn. Some puzzles me flustered and not know what to do. Just to stop it again, because something happens. - What is it? ... You should have no obligation to come. "I say as I open the hood. As I have little idea of \u200b\u200bmechanical medicine, I can not understand what is happening. Disconnect the wires from the horn and the driver's seat back. Again turn the ignition key and starts without shouting. Back the people, by the dusty road, accompanied by the song of cicadas, I can not get my head off-road in their language I speak, I have only to pay attention. Now I have been asked not to stop to see a doctor, that is not good. "Do not worry, I'll take the mechanic without fail. "I promise, while slapping his back. parked outside the front door, waiting without question that I keep my promise.
This song is dedicated to metal friend, and all those who live their daily experiences with cold.
Genius. Architect. Brain. Karl Rove has collected throughout his political career as an advisor to many nicknames. It was the great architect of the Republican victories in the United States since 2000. The guru, whose career has recently suffered a setback in the wake of scandals that led him to resign, has developed very effective strategies that capture perfectly the brain function of the voters. If we were to summarize their proposals are following: Simplicity. Rove believes that citizens do not hold political details. If the speech is lavished on complex arguments, the brains of voters will not pay attention. Therefore left with nuances and logical developments which require excessive effort. Emotion. is the key. Contrasts with the coldness of the program. Instead of talking about proposals, the candidate should appeal to shared values, such as parental, family, religious faith. This is because, according to recent theory, voting is an emotional decision and unreasonable. Determination. We must defend ideas, however simple they are, even aggressively. If we use a football term, it is best to always play to attack and remove all doubt and avoid giving the impression of hesitation. Approach. must get the message that people want to hear. Following the techniques of market segmentation, marketing experts, Rove suggests handle data and surveys to know what audience he is addressing the policy to ensure the spread of content. To do this, we must use language subtly. If employers want less taxes, talk of "relief" in lieu tax "reduction", which is more effective post.
