Me sorprende tu falta de criterio y compromiso, de intelecto y seguridad, es más... Siento que no te conozco, no eres más que un vil mentiroso, un mitómano como profesión, con una hermosa caratula, capáz de hipnotizar a quien se cruce ante tus ojos, la pesadilla de cualquier mujer... Me salió desde lo más profundo wn, es algo con dedicatoria que el nunca va a leer, pero que quedará escrito en mi historia, en el diario de Véreniss y Charlotte. e_e...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0zBlHlnR4Y Oh then, tell me Seán O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so? "Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen", and his cheeks were all aglow, "I bear orders from the captain:- get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon" By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon "And come tell me Seán O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be?" "In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me. One more word for signal token:- whistle out the marchin' tune, With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon." By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon. Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night, Many a manly chest was throbbing, for the blessed morning light. Murmurs passed along the valleys like the banshee's lonely croon And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon. At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon. And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon. There beside the singing river that dark mass of men was seen, High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green. "Death to every foe and traitor! Forward strike the marching tune." And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'tis the rising of the moon". Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'Tis the rising of the moon". Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate, Oh what glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of ninety-eight! Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon, Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon At the rising of the moon, At the rising of the moon Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon (8) No tengo nada de Irlandés, pero el tema simplemente me enamoró xD
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feliz cumple atrasado pa la suegriiii, que se cuide harto ya que los nietos llegarán y la quieren sanita pa jugar Theon ql, desde el primer capítulo cuando iba a matar a uno de los lobos cachorros me cayo mal... No recuerdo si el los iba a matar o se rio del nieve xD ... pero desde ese capítulo, desde el primero!. xD jorgiiiiiiito te he extrañao cabro feo ... hoy es mi ultimo día de turno, y me tengo que levantar a las 6 T.T ... saque cuenta y salgo en abril ... Al menos que haya calculado mal... y eso, te quiero
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVGg_5grOTg Greetings: This is the Secretary of War at the State Department of the United States... We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation Profits have been running a little thin lately and we need to stimulate some growth Now we know there's an alarmingly high number of young people roaming around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble for the police and damage private property. It doesn't look like they'll ever get a job It's about time we did something constructive with these people We've got thousands of 'em here too. They're crawling all over The companies think it's time we all sit down, have a serious get-together... And start another war The President? He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro Napalm, people running down the road, skin on fire The Soviets seem up for it: The Kremlin's been itching for the real thing for years. Hell, Afghanistan's no fun So whadya say? We don't even have to win this war. We just want to cut down on some of this excess population Now look. Just start up a draft; draft as many of those people as you can. We'll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on, hand 'em some speed, give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use an automatic rifle and send 'em on their way Libya? El Salvador? How 'bout Northern Ireland? Or a "moderately repressive regime" in South America? We'll just cook up a good Soviet threat story in the Middle East-we need that oil We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya, that man is unreliable. The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one Now just think for a minute, we can make this war so big-so BIG The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queue if we plan this right. Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls Now, don't worry about demonstrations. Just pump up your drug supply. So many people have hooked themselves on heroin and amphetamines since we took over, it's just like Vietnam. We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong. Kept the war functioning just fine It's easy. We've got our college kids so interested in beer they don't even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again. Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard, they wouldn't even know what it looked like So how 'bout it? Look, war is money. The arms manufacturers tell me unless we get our bomb factories up to full production the whole economy is going to collapse The Soviets are in the same boat. We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!? Oh, it's marvelous That's excellent. We knew you'd agree The companies will be very pleased...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0VAXkDgBnk I'm crying I'm dying I can see what's wrong with me It's in my head I can see what's gonna be As I lie in my bed Man is not my brotherhood I am of the dead I died as I lived as I loved and was born On some distant hill The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried Fools pass laughing still There can be bad blood in all I can see It's in my brain You don't know the pain I feel As I must live again Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but Tears will leave a stain They smile to themselves as they lay down my head On some distant hill The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye Fools smile as they kill I got my own way to go and now I want To take your minds I believe if you could see The blood between the lines I believe that you could be A better kind Please lead the way so the unborn can play On some greener hill Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains Fools die laughing still (8)
