YES, NO, THAT LIKES Parrala WINE .......... GARBAGE
YES, NO, THAT LIKES Parrala WINE ............. Raul
Ludueña
That yes, yes, that Parrala likes wine. That no, no, I only drink to forget.
Like the song Rocío Jurado, opponents show the worst side that has a policy: the lack of convictions, the lack of detail shows that the only goal they have is to come to power at all costs. Today they say that if tomorrow does not. Today they anticipated internal, gone tomorrow.
No, Duhalde said that Macr not represent Peronism, that if, later ruled not go together in a stew. Yes, today is a good candidate, no, tomorrow is not Peronist explains that it is difficult for Peronist accept it.
That if, Das Neves grout with De Narvaez Sola That if, De Narvaez wants to add to Macri. No, the cheater does not want to Das Neves. Yes, first came in a pack grouting with Duhalde and Saa. Not later separated because Duhalde Duhalde Macri plot next to an agreement behind the rest.
That if, Das Neves wants to be captain of the ship. No, do not want to Duhalde. Yes, shame on the province passed by fraud and losing image and score. Yes, the grout with De Narvaez and Sola. No, all kick the internal board. No, Saa is angry and talk shit to everyone. Yes, Duhalde will alone give injured by a domestic Saa does not matter to anyone. Yes, Macri's watch and wait for the bodies.
That if, Alfonsin Cobos and Sanz criticize because early part of the internal, No, these are not made, or Not That if, Cobos still thinking whether it was right to vote is not positive, yes or no, resignation, or if not, follow.
What if, Sanz low internal No, Alfonsin gets mad, and criticizes him is the winner of nothing, that if, Cobos says he will participate in August and is enlarged to download Sanz. No, no one believes him, that if, Sanz also threatens to go in August.
What if you want to Margarita Pino y and Binner, No, Binner Alfonsin wants but not Pino,
What if Margaret does not rule Carrie, No, Carrie says moo, No, no one speaks for proposals.
What if, Binner want to Alfonsin. No, but neither Sanz Cobos, No, Binner Pino does not.
What if Duhalde does not rule out a deal with the radicals. No, the radical thinking in a progressive front, yes, but vote with the right. Yes, Macri not rule anything and anyone out there sum.
This is the view of the opposition which seeks to direct the destiny of our beloved country, that yes, no.
that yes, yes, that wine can be, at least appear drunk by their attitudes. No, No, what they "take to forget" difficult. Few species that have memory, if they had none mammals not pretend to be government.
That yes, yes. No, no. If I understand it is not lost, of course, and they understand Or do you? No ... ... ....
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Diy Colonic Irrigation
.............. TWO WAYS
GARBAGE ... ...
Raul Ludueña
have no country, but are but applaud that school festivals as they pass Anthem National mira.Tampoco and son have the flag if it is business, but they add up when you fly the blue and blanca.Poseen teaches the rare personality of all praise abroad for what our country, anyone is better than us, argentinos.Se undo raving about other resorts in the education of other peoples, the quality of its products, the beauty of women, the beauty of its landscapes, and whatever is to highlight the detriment of our land and culture. But Argentinians say and shout the goals of selection, if not direct Maradona.Odian Chavez, who helped us when everyone lined up to punish us, make fun of Peruvians and Bolivians The first being put on their aircraft at our disposal when the war was Malvinas.Aman the U.S., regardless of broadcast information to the British soldiers who killed hundreds of Argentines by aporte.Dicen worry that retirees but opposed the recovery of the savings of these being played in financial roulette plundering our abuelos.Hablan shamelessly defending the poor but opposed by the Universal Hijo.Dicen defend freedom of expression but is fiercely opposed to the law medios.Son employees, workers, but hate Moyano.Les going well, change the car, summer, filling the malls, save money, have never been better. They say that everything is mal.Es difficult to understand some compatriots, they have no candidate, not know who to vote, but despite all the achievements keep that poor perception of the country that gave hope to their grandparents, a good pass to your parents and enjoy today a great present to their homeland hijos.No have no flag, do not love their homeland, they hate the working people and their representatives.
are the opponents. They want to be government ... ... ... ....
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Why Woul My Dog Keep Liking His Lips
look Clarity brings no happiness or tranquility to the soul. But we already know all those who are able to see the world without frills. Things as well, as they are, are almost always painful. And the clearer you see the small fraction of the world that we have access, we
more becoming insignificant in one of their borders. From the border, which is the very abyss from which one can jump, the black is seen as a dark color resources are contributing to the next more blackness. But if that is the clarity, the dark view of things, seen from the vantage point of how I there is nothing that is not because there is something else, the appearance of this speech is nothing but the oxymoron.
Another unsuccessful clarity is the acquired inability to act against what is one way and can not be otherwise. From here things are certain, conclusive, heading toward a fate that can not be saved. Neither the gods of Olympus were exempt from knowing under what they called, almost apocalyptic destiny. And each of us more becoming insignificant in one of their borders. From the border, which is the very abyss from which one can jump, the black is seen as a dark color resources are contributing to the next more blackness. But if that is the clarity, the dark view of things, seen from the vantage point of how I there is nothing that is not because there is something else, the appearance of this speech is nothing but the oxymoron.
wonder what will be ours, but this question is unsolvable. Only those who are next to or in front, in the thread that runs along the line, they can discern what will happen. But you can not ask face to face without the vanity is offended. We affirm therefore that from the eye itself, the future does not exist and that life, understood as the live (not metaphysical), not
hold of that sense in retrospect. That made sense or that another consequence or a cause. But without the understanding of these two tools gives us the intellect to enjoy the passing of time, nothing exists and nothing is understandable.
known is tied hard and sad. Understand, at one stage, the reins of
's life can never be taken as a Heideggerian authentic life. We're just debris, crumbs, bits of bygone times that were selectively etched in our memory, and perhaps anyone else's. Unshared memories, unremembered events have no meaning whatsoever. We can not hear the speech on the past but this is the case that Recordant are at least two. Impotence against the narrative itself of who we are. We can describe as the product of some events that made us that way. We thought we could describe as a product of events that made us that way. But the skeptical attitude of the listener is vital. Necessary. Insurmountable. Hence the question about the self is safe, colorless and tasteless.
happens with humans as with houses. Everyone vouyeurs inclinations.
see the facade, the windows, maybe the lights of a room. But we do not know how the inside, or who lives there, or what connections are established between things or people, or the provisions of objects ... We know nothing. If we think of an octopus, no one asked "How?". We assume that the ostensive definition is the same octopus. It costs more to tear down a house
to kill an octopus.
Our lives are just tests of 4300
that words written on a piece of text that is
and is the default.
Humans love what we know and what we know are nothing but extensions of
ourselves. A home, a pet, a friend ... Perhaps there are those who believe that a vision like this sin of ego, but imposes on us a clear view this true humble opinion as politically incorrect
especially in the case of individuals. When something you loved away from us is no longer an appendage of our existence. That is when we feel sorrow and hatred because
then be us grow, because being left shows us our condition of troops.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Go Kart Dune Buggy Blueprints
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TWO ROADS .............. Raul
Ludueña
wagons are old, crumbling, uneven wheels that seem to fall apart at every turn. Axes produce a high-pitched squealing while riding on roads uncertain, marched on tracks erased at some time were those that led to these vagabonds and adventurers for a ruinous past.
They want to return with vague hopes of a triumphant return. It is a journey back, return of the past, carry penalties, oversights and failures.
A monk is a guide, is living in the shadows and now comes to light at the ineptitude of those pilgrims of old politics.
are young men, some of them, some in the autumn of his life. Their faces are rarely worn, look like the past, distant, fuzzy, no time. They marked wrinkles who smiles to please, and back hunched head down, pay homage leave their marks.
In the first chariot ride, caught as they can, Duhalde, Solá, De Narvaez, Macri, Das Neves R. Saa. Some fall, but they hold as they can to not get down, it would be to advance. Other wobble and confusion on the sly to push fellow hardship. Both are tied to the same destination, sad and final. More
back another old wagon pulled by Matunga, no different from the first. Faces are tired and hopeless, pretend a smile without conviction for the photo. Going down the same road, which leads nowhere, that his master, the monk tells them.
This cart comes Sanz, Alfonsin "El Clon" and an old traitor to lose the stirrup. His fellow travelers look at him with contempt, their lack of manhood he minimized the extent of being almost a olvidado.Es Cobos, that little man. More
come after others, such as grouts, such as not even see the road, lost, without direction.
can see is Carrie, Pino Solanas, Altamira and grotesque amalgam lost the modesty and ideas, not the master wants.
The Lord of the shadows, the Monk, is the owner of multimedia, the hater, a liar, who is terrified of losing their privileges and end up in jail. Unscrupulous attacks those who are watching the sad spectacle, hates the people and their rights.
's used to be lord and master and now have to account for millions of men and women thanks to the government of Nestor and Cristina recovered dignity.
The passage of the carriages is slow, the style of funeral processions, no joy, no banners, are heading into the sunset and know it. That is their punishment, the fate of muscle-flexing ..
The other path, that which passes by the village, is full of young gay triumphal march that way for a better country, more inclusive, where the ghosts of yesterday do not fit. We're going for the win, not less ... ....
TWO ROADS .............. Raul
Ludueña
wagons are old, crumbling, uneven wheels that seem to fall apart at every turn. Axes produce a high-pitched squealing while riding on roads uncertain, marched on tracks erased at some time were those that led to these vagabonds and adventurers for a ruinous past.
They want to return with vague hopes of a triumphant return. It is a journey back, return of the past, carry penalties, oversights and failures.
A monk is a guide, is living in the shadows and now comes to light at the ineptitude of those pilgrims of old politics.
are young men, some of them, some in the autumn of his life. Their faces are rarely worn, look like the past, distant, fuzzy, no time. They marked wrinkles who smiles to please, and back hunched head down, pay homage leave their marks.
In the first chariot ride, caught as they can, Duhalde, Solá, De Narvaez, Macri, Das Neves R. Saa. Some fall, but they hold as they can to not get down, it would be to advance. Other wobble and confusion on the sly to push fellow hardship. Both are tied to the same destination, sad and final. More
back another old wagon pulled by Matunga, no different from the first. Faces are tired and hopeless, pretend a smile without conviction for the photo. Going down the same road, which leads nowhere, that his master, the monk tells them.
This cart comes Sanz, Alfonsin "El Clon" and an old traitor to lose the stirrup. His fellow travelers look at him with contempt, their lack of manhood he minimized the extent of being almost a olvidado.Es Cobos, that little man. More
come after others, such as grouts, such as not even see the road, lost, without direction.
can see is Carrie, Pino Solanas, Altamira and grotesque amalgam lost the modesty and ideas, not the master wants.
The Lord of the shadows, the Monk, is the owner of multimedia, the hater, a liar, who is terrified of losing their privileges and end up in jail. Unscrupulous attacks those who are watching the sad spectacle, hates the people and their rights.
's used to be lord and master and now have to account for millions of men and women thanks to the government of Nestor and Cristina recovered dignity.
The passage of the carriages is slow, the style of funeral processions, no joy, no banners, are heading into the sunset and know it. That is their punishment, the fate of muscle-flexing ..
The other path, that which passes by the village, is full of young gay triumphal march that way for a better country, more inclusive, where the ghosts of yesterday do not fit. We're going for the win, not less ... ....
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