the end of the revelry was in 'air a strange silence, someone
brayed with less arrogance and a few others grunted plan;
it was contrary to the fashion shows of designers with less joy and in those
faces full and throbbing stravisti a 'shadow of illness. A craftsman
scoop forced Weimar already wrote that one could see between biscuits and
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saw an anchorman who was crying and then the mist came down to the bench and scored barometer storm, we awoke
older and tired, bitter taste in mouth, trying to head ...
Ash Wednesday we confessed that the good or bad
party was over and now distant carnival
and proclaimed penance and went around with sackcloth
belching austere: "We must have patience! but juicio Siempre adelante!"
and made vows with a sly face of Our Lady 'Hypocrisy
a hand wash because the' other, and so are all guilty!
and threatening and a little 'prayer, sprinkled incense to their God, accusing
always, always looking for responsible, not me ...
Sunday of Lent was half-light procession of State
whoremongers by several inches from the clever "who gave gave"
and echoed every night, snapping strokes as a dead
amen, mea culpa and wretched, but even a dog that is raised and the Knights of tigers in
hours and trumpeters shamelessly
starched a new modesty, put a new gloss to indignation:
you went with the first luxury chaste and sober quiz paid millions
and lynched in public reflux for us to regain its good ...
So Sunday after Sunday was a really gloomy season,
that long month of Lent, laughed the hyena, the wolf howled, comets and other wonders
facilitated conversions,
mills tornaron white gray, white lambs certain ex-lions.
Only the few who are angry that they said was the 'step
used the fact that we marched from the usual and then put it back always there, low!
Then everything was silent, because he won, he calmed the sky, perched on the sea, only someone in
resurrection, floor, in silence, think again ...
brayed with less arrogance and a few others grunted plan;
it was contrary to the fashion shows of designers with less joy and in those
faces full and throbbing stravisti a 'shadow of illness. A craftsman
scoop forced Weimar already wrote that one could see between biscuits and
sponsored
saw an anchorman who was crying and then the mist came down to the bench and scored barometer storm, we awoke
older and tired, bitter taste in mouth, trying to head ...
Ash Wednesday we confessed that the good or bad
party was over and now distant carnival
and proclaimed penance and went around with sackcloth
belching austere: "We must have patience! but juicio Siempre adelante!"
and made vows with a sly face of Our Lady 'Hypocrisy
a hand wash because the' other, and so are all guilty!
and threatening and a little 'prayer, sprinkled incense to their God, accusing
always, always looking for responsible, not me ...
Sunday of Lent was half-light procession of State
whoremongers by several inches from the clever "who gave gave"
and echoed every night, snapping strokes as a dead
amen, mea culpa and wretched, but even a dog that is raised and the Knights of tigers in
hours and trumpeters shamelessly
starched a new modesty, put a new gloss to indignation:
you went with the first luxury chaste and sober quiz paid millions
and lynched in public reflux for us to regain its good ...
So Sunday after Sunday was a really gloomy season,
that long month of Lent, laughed the hyena, the wolf howled, comets and other wonders
facilitated conversions,
mills tornaron white gray, white lambs certain ex-lions.
Only the few who are angry that they said was the 'step
used the fact that we marched from the usual and then put it back always there, low!
Then everything was silent, because he won, he calmed the sky, perched on the sea, only someone in
resurrection, floor, in silence, think again ...
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