Saturday, March 26, 2011

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The costruction be 446 million to the Social Segurancia

The forestay OF CONSTRUCTION apruz by Tolosa Requeixo of the English crisis. More Aportóu d'un million jobs and quasi desaniciaos 100000 trabayu companies. You love, agachúpase three on the morosidá medru bank. Ensino the sapazu of lladrillu, tari encesu recovery. The sous efeutos
chegorun to Social Segurancia, which debe'l 26% of 1.714 billion euros d'atrasiaos that estitutu púbricu nu l'had Twine 2010. Eileen suppose costructoras property and owe a total depth of 446 million. Javier
Aibar, direutor Tesourería xeneral of the Social Segurancia, esprica that tien an efeutu costruction "d'drag", pol sere'l sake of bona engine of n'España manufacturing. We asítianse Pagu deferrals, three on lladrillu, hotels Ya'la comerciu retail.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

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Difference between Artist and Creator

- Why do you write? I asked a boy about nine years during a presentation of my book "In the chronicle of our legs" in a municipal library. The child belonged to a group of young readers who had organized the teacher Manuel Oviedo in my city.

- Why am I writing? "I said to the boy of curious noses and eyes hungry and I kept thinking for a moment trying to give an answer to a nine year old boy could understand. "I write because through writing I can become many things. I can be what I want to be through the characters I invent. I can be an astronaut, cowboy, milk, robot, wizard, dinosaur, father, grandfather, President, drunkards, thieves, wise. Virtually anything that pleases me no need to make it happen, here in my head.

the boy's eyes lit deployed a twisted smile full of sarcasm that only a man who is over thirty-some can handle and I asked well, the chile:

-So ... Did you want to be a whore?

All present laughed as I wore a deep red to discover that this child had read with interest the story I'm most proud of the book "Diary of a very decent whore."

Damn! What could respond to a child of these times after load of a wound? Bastard kid, I wanted to say, but only managed to laugh like an idiot more than nerves of grace.

Why write? I still think even now after nearly four years. The answers to the questions of life evolve over time. Now I think I write because through the letters I have the opportunity to understand, love and enjoy my life more. Is not the same things and let them live in the memory and let them experience things on paper. It always amazes me what I wrote years ago and makes me remember things that never could have so easily remembered that through my writing. No wonder the Twitter and Facebook have been so successful. Leave evidence, albeit electronically, so "we think" or "we are doing," is delicious and let us enjoy our day to day as if it was caught on a handrail when the stairs are slippery.

write because as a writer is the god of their own worlds. I can create many characters, take it out of my misery and hardship to them and then reward them for allowing me to project my ideology, my angels and my demons in them.

write because through writing becomes a generator of change. But not so arrogant to believe me, I talk about internal changes. When I write I'm going to shape my life as if it were a sculpture and I'm changing myself, I expanded my horizons and my prospects. It makes me see things differently, with different approaches and then change and I expand. And from that individual change is when writing becomes in a very big responsibility because, if a man reads and gets the message you want to convey, you can generate a change in her. And that change, but not direct responsibility if a clash of two billiard balls, the inertia change. But it does not end now if I were to count the number of authors I read during my life that in some way or another have influenced me, generating extremely important changes in the development of my own life story.

However, I go through life with the stupid flag will generate change. Write with that in mind would be pretty boring. When writing I change, and who inter changed to something I write is entirely up to who reads me. I am only responsible for myself. Sometimes, as I write, appear to give advice. But I never give advice, they are actually for myself. As you can see, writing is a fairly selfish, as is any other creative expression, "a connect with oneself."

The same happens when I say I write for fun. He is my best hobby. Not only do I relax and spend time if I'm creating something. For me the time I spend leisure without the use of creativity makes me a loss. And then I entertain. And so, who entertained reading what I write is just a consequence of what fun it is for me to write.

There are many people who write, he feels he is the last coca desert, intelligentsia and swell with pride and live in a cloud of seeing other men as if they need from their novels, written and poetry to survive. Become a reverend divas themselves. And they are not enshrined as García Márquez and Benedetti, Poniatowkza or Cortázar, yes they would be with them and I think even they do. And it only happens with the writers, but with the dancers, the singers, the painting, the acting and all that relate in some way with the art. What roe! No? I've always said that one thing is being an artist and another thing to be creative. The artist feeds his ego and the operator of his creations. The artist relies on people that admire you, of being treated well, that will put flowers and carpets because it is an artist. The creator does not depend only on their own creations. It does not matter if you revere or disown him. The artist is usually sucker, uncompromising. The operator had better mother.

why I think the creator and operator live with people, are like people, look around, do not want special treatment. He loves what he does not love what he does what he does. The artist usually thinks which makes people a favor by running his art, as well as a rich man would feed a starving: "See me dance, it is dance, motherfucker." "Listen, this is music, educate yourself." This is Professor of action, no blowjobs, learn leg cracked. " "This is high literature, for people of an appropriate intellectual level, or Capulinita Condorito not." The creator yet shared. Share what you believe. There will be people who like it, there will be people who will not. Some would say "You are not technical, you have no grace, were not at the school of arts, or singing, or painting, but that the operator I do not care. When you share, the reaction of the other do not care. It is sharing, not a cheap barter where it seems that I share and then I hope I praise and blame me flowers, right?

Within the circle of artists with each other to pieces. I have not yet met a musician that pests do not tell your partner, or a painter who does not say in attitude stretched with the finger to head, "OK, but his technique is very poor." I have not met anyone who does not say "Then you write nice, but you lack." Moreover, when I shared my songs no shortage of people with the most bloated size of Lolita Cortes I say "better devote yourself to sell books."

Within the circle of artists, however, appreciate the art that gives the other person as he is. Point. It is an artistic expression. It's a sentimental speech. It is a personal expression. It need not be rules, not have to come to give someone else chair (and usually are those who criticize and lecture are themselves incapable of running any art form but are afraid to give his opinion with such bad taste to be viewed as all a connoisseurs.) You do not have what you want to make yours is another. Just watch and admire what you see as it is. You can like it or not, but that's personal anger, not the creator.

The artist demand requirements are usually out of himself and his own talent. For example, a good dancer, where she dances and has a three-dimensional scene with lights chingón and digital stereo sound with screens on all sides or a poor village with a loft of stereo Elektra, their implementation must be exactly the same. Whether you have a dressing room with air conditioning and private bath or a thatched roof tiles on the roof and toilet outdoors, on stage their art remains art. But unfortunately, the artist feels he can not hide his lack of capacity if no external muletitas support it.

The artist just does something, it goes to a brick and get dizzy. I can say that the operator can accomplish things, but what is raised is his creation, so it never feels dizzy from the heights.

Working in the Cultural Center of Matehuala I usually dealt with "artists" of which I speak. Once during a show, I had to deal with a dancer so bloated that it seemed he had thrown yeast. It was a sucker. When I greeted him with his hand left me tight and when he saw our stage scornfully said "Is that where we act?! "No, asshole, at Madison Square Garden in Matehuala, stupid." I imagined saying. "Of course there." When he saw the trailer they used as artists' dressing room that had been the previous days, said the site was not appropriate, it was dirty, there was no ventilation, which had no dressing rooms for men and another for women. I said "Mija, in dance all are women, believe me, why separate them, then?" He looked at me with a sneer that I have neither given nor the worst of my bad love affair and refused to act. Harto its intransigence said, "Look, this is what you get, you should be accustomed to act in county fairs such as this, here is a village. Did you notice? Jelou, planet earth! Yesterday was presented a group of thirty dancers and their art professionally executed without flinching, they changed clothes outdoors and amazed people with their dances. You are seven. What is the problem? "Total that pique the pride and final act. The woman could not control his dancers who were throwing boyfriend and playing basketball without the slightest discipline, it took an hour to leave after the announced time and when they left their execution was the most boring, people began to leave after fifteen minutes into his presentation. See what I mean? I respect his work, I know I had a lot of technique, they were the best contemporary dancers in the capital San Luis, the woman is having a great experience ... but what about the public? They do not broadcast anything, so they left. What good is art if so in the end you are not conveying the passion of your art? The worst thing so what's the use demand?

Another kind of artists use to culture and its supporters as hostages. Artists such as the need to promote, I have to give money to undo and redo, I have to pay this and that, I have to approve the projects just because "I am an artist and I have great career." And use the resource that is assigned to believing the only culture. "Gimme, gimme, gimme" is their motto and if you do not get angry and criticize fanned periodicazos and who would touch distribute resource. The creator, who really believes, things will fall as if by their creations. Without being a friend to anyone, without having to stalk through slander anyone, without raising his eyebrow and say "support me because I am an artist," without having to be in favor with anyone. The operator will seek him out and say ... "What you cheer for?" A example is my friend Mercedes Aquino with his exhibition "From the skylight" will go on tour across the state of San Luis Potosi. Simple as it is, is great because his art speaks for her. No calls, no demands, does not feel the last coca wilderness lies in his art, period, else falls alone.

wish I had more artists than artists. It would transform the culture in Mexico. Hopefully the word artist disappeared one day from the dictionaries and the attitudes of running any branch of art and for that matter any other profession. So I'm always thinking about why I do. Why write? Why design? Why I like to write and sing? Why do I do? What do you do good or bad, whether recognized or not, when questioned because it gets to my original point that brought me to do what I do:

For the sake of it. For the passion to do so. And nothing else.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

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The direición d'UM, partíu ñacionaliegu d'Isllas Balearic disolvese Tomou the decision of the garment dispuéis dous ex-senior officials, one of whom quedóu in Llibert ENSIN charged. The partíu ñacíu in 1983 repollecer asina any col nome of Converxencia polas Baleares Isllas p'aprexentase yá nas ellecciones of 22-M. The leader d'
The UM, Josep Melià care qu'aquestas several centuries as "creminalizadas and estimatizadas" postreiros llíderes protocols (Maria Antonia Munar and Miquel Nadal) imputaos and outside training. A eill añédense Cristina Cerda foi d'mayor of Palma lieutenant, charged pol casu "Picnic." L'
monecipal earlier Natura coordinator of Palma, Paula Cortes, Tamié declarióu ante'l xuez, and a more UCEN preson, among middle managers and entrepreneurs d'UM averaos to partíu, Foron stuck. For poucu fora is the training headquarters for a xuez foi rexistrada dous and prosecutors.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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desaníciase pa Selling whistles fell 32.6%

The results from the sale of packages xineiru Tabacu of the month, the three who had encesa premeiru the llei antitabacu, asoleyan a decrease of 32.6% to respective d'Avientu 2010, data ensegún Tobacco Comisionáu Mercau pal of Menisteriu d'Economiya and Facienda. Prem ve'l númaru nun months were selling packages of 200 million descends.
The voceiru National Committee on Prevention of Tabaquismu care that the figures are meyor qu'asperaban lu. Aquesta asoleyan qu'escamuda'l consumu at crawling distance of Tabacu, for the sake of the sale of Feb pipe ou'l enantóu nun 38%. Posibre Outru llei efeutu of the of emplegu in canteens and ristoranes, nun medróu 0.2%, the escontra of desaniciu of posts trabayu qu'albedriaban caterers.

Friday, March 11, 2011

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Seven years without knowing the truth of 11 M




ARECES .- JOSÉ MANUEL Liberal Newspaper Editor, The Reformer

Seven years after the largest and bloodiest attack in the history of our country, we continue without knowing the material and intellectual authors do not know for sure what explosives were used and a rotten smell to sewers around the whole case.

On March 11, 2004 hundreds of locals were heading to their jobs, like every day. The country was just 3 days of a general election in which all the polls gave the party a majority government, the PP. In some ways it was a normal day, we breakfasted with news of the electoral brawl that filled every day, in which a certain Rodríguez Zapatero, a candidate to lead our destinies, not stop using the war in Iraq and the Prestige disaster and electoral argument, Ibarreche also threatened in this case with his famous Plan, and in Catalonia called for a new statute. The politics of fear was leftist and nationalist mobilization in support of a shoemaker who was very prone to assignments. Another story that filled the newspapers referred to the tragic deaths of three Roma children, aged six and four, who were alone at home when a fire broke out in the town of Balaguer. In economics speak of Rodrigo Rato's candidacy to head the IMF, and sports ranked Zidane goal against Real Madrid for the Champions League.

morning was over, with the usual news, until all radiated and television news programs we warned of an explosion on a commuter train, was nearly eight o'clock. Suddenly the air is stopped, the silence of those who inhabit the skin of a bull was a cry, and only the voices of journalists sounds filled our homes fraught with tragedy. After that moment, everything was a series of alarming news every minute that passed, the number of dead and injured continued to rise to become before our eyes in an unprecedented slaughter. First there was talk of a train, then could be several, it was believed that there could be hundreds of wounded and some dead, an hour later spoke of chaos in El Pozo stations, Atocha and Santa Eugenia. The indelible images of that day were horrific. Few were able to focus our senses that day at work, when feelings kept us aware of what happened in those stations. English had many relatives in transit in a train, and within minutes collapsed calls mobile stations. Hundreds of thousands of calls waiting for a response. Are you okay?, "Have you left home?, Have you come to work?, you hear something? ... one hundred ninety-two not answer those phone calls of concern and anxiety.

similar not remember another day or another attack, I seasoned experience, and English in these unfortunate LIDES of terrorism, in which information is moved so rapidly to the public. The then interior minister, Angel Acebes, was appearing almost every hour to provide updates on a nation glued to televisions and radios. The confusion was evident in the government, and the feeling of dismay drew the faces of those responsible to face so great crisis. The first news reports of the possibility that the band ETA may be behind the attacks. The hours and the last days witnessed a tense battle between government and opposition on the responsibility for the attacks. I can not forget how, when researchers had hardly been any investigation, the chain being released the news that the authors could be radical Islamists, and immediately followed almost timed, the director Pedro Almodóvar warned of a possible coup or suspension of the elections by the government, and then Perez Rubalcaba accused, without a hint of shame or institutional responsibility, of lying to the government. It was moved within hours to a public State of Shock, a picture, that the attacks were the fault of a government that took us to war in Iraq. The electoral roll was in progress, and a devastating propaganda machine and subsequent launch coordinated attacks against the credibility of the Partido Popular. A demonstration "improvised" by sms chains were summoned to the headquarters of the Partido Popular, attracting thousands of leftists, and instantly jump to television. Some years have passed and still I do not understand the amazing ability to improvise the PSOE. With the government through the media knocked practically KO, resulted in an unexpected electoral support in the days before the day on March 14 Zapatero. Too many coincidences.

Following the election victory, strange events following the investigation into the bombings. It is located on an alleged command responsibility for the attack apparently in an apartment in Leganes, components that are not in the attack blew themselves if they do this time of the occurrence allegedly alerted the police. A strange and fro in the custody of evidence miraculously brings up a backpack filled with explosives and shrapnel that exploded on trains, and served to link all the research and direct it to the Asturian mountains, to a mine and related strangely criminal group with security forces. Chief the EOD, takes away almost all the evidence and sent to destroy the trains. See a vehicle in the outskirts of Madrid where they are again, miraculously, the traces of DNA from the terrorists committed suicide in Leganés and tapes in Arabic. In parallel, a large proportion of the population outraged by the stink of Tongo of research begins to seek justice, formed the Black Pawns movement, headed by journalist Luis del Pino, who begins to collect evidence and analyze parallel research. Every day 11 of each month, thousands of people would fill the streets of the country's capital demanding the truth.

At that time the People's Party called for justice and truth, being aware that there was a chain of events, strangely suspicious, for the benefit of the PSOE's electoral victory. But at the trial, where there were all sorts of irregularities, some popular leaders, led by Ruiz Gallardón began to change the course of their views in favor of forgetting the case.
Seven years have passed, and as always happens in these cases, new evidence, the victims continue with determination to uncover the truth, and a Madrid judge begins to surround the police authorities of the era, including the chief of the EOD , Sánchez Manzano, before the destruction of evidence and failure to follow protocols police in such circumstances. Probably in a few years, despite the concealment, delays, threats and lies of the Interior Ministry, some police begin to distance himself, fearful of the consequences and begin to reveal more data. In the end the truth will look, and know the explanation to a question that in principle it cost to become. What motive drives some policemen, judges and politicians, to hide the truth about an attack, building a credible means story but full of inaccuracies and shoddy workmanship?, What is the object of the conspiracy?. I am sure of one thing, the truth, when known, can be more shocking than we expected.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

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L'Axencia qu'alministra the direiciones d'Internet escomencióu to the Cabeiro apurrire al protocolu IPv4 packets. The IANA-ye were seven packages with direiciones 16777216 cadagunu of which is solicitorun dous d'dende the Asia-Pacíficu Rexon, one of the Cincu fasteiras that repartu s'organiza'l packages.
The Rexon-East Europe will ENSIN direiciones Mediu p'agostu d'aquesti añu, onque Llatinoamérica ou outras cumo Africa-Caribbean will direiciones 2014. Eileen fai qu'haiga qu'aguantare happen to IPv6, which direiciones are 128 bits (escontra at 64 d'IPv4) of 340 pa lluegu dispose you to direiciones sextillion.
ventaxas IPv6 has more techniques and new services and Aprica aned more complex, of which s'esfrutará nun l'amestadura is the rede is dende fai IPv4. Operating systems and routers IPv6 little soul will furrulando, but providers should avian d'accesu sou pa networks that dambos s'atolenen protocols among themselves.

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ARECES JOSÉ MANUEL DE AVILA .- Liberal Newspaper Editor, The Reformer

Living under the rule of a socialist government is in itself a guarantee of poverty, corruption, waste and permanent limitation of freedoms this is so, but what makes the situation even more dramatic for the nation at large, and here I venture to include even the docile masses who feel, suffer, but do not rebel, is the general feeling at the end of regime. With the radical and surreal Zapatero government has hatched all past mistakes and bad habits of our young semi-democracy in a bitter succession of conflicts that have thrown all the worst of our system.
unsustainable and unbearable
The Taifa chain, with his deception, and unfair differences legs, and extreme wasting that accompanies the exercise of parochialism at its most racist and alienating, as justification for the construction of mini-states insolvent and no future feasible to fit in a modern world, is one of our ills. Here as always the culprits are the political leaders of two generations, that to avoid problems with nineteenth-century sensibilities alleged to have given nearly machinery maker currency and stamps. And clothes do not hurt, and no bargaining room for the truth, all parties are complicit in this unsustainable as costly, unfair, and freedom-which undermines the logic of the unity of the internal market, common law and equality among all citizens. I say that all parties are responsible, because each in its extent by the human tendency to accumulate power for the exercise of political patronage as English, have fattened their budgets and powers to the detriment of the state and the municipalities drowning , only basic entities where it has not come true administrative decentralization express wish of the provincial barons and kings.
This scheme is seen to over-regulation also and wildlife legislation, in order to constrain the maximum freedom of sovereign citizens and its ability to intervene in the development and prosperity of the nation. Our system is based on a constitution that makes political parties the only channels or pathways for the management of national sovereignty at the expense of civil society, which permanently numbed to keep drowsy in a permanent nap, which unfortunately few are willing to wake up. Our system is dominated by a supposedly major unions who decide largely on the economy of our nation, employers have a voice where only a few chiefs of big business and serve their interests, the owners of mass media that vary in their support according to public advertising, and finally a bank that dominates all, because all owe him money. You can assume at this point the reader that this breakdown of defects in our system can be written by a radical, but very far from that, this modest liberal aims only to make a diagnosis of reality precisely in the desire for real democracy and a civil rights returned to the city lost its sovereignty at some point on the road. Personally I have no faith in the alternation of parties, just believe in alternating system solutions and personas.Nuestro not only limits the alternation of parties, but of people because there is no internal democracy in these organizations. This fact is justified as Delibes said, because that has nothing, politics is a tentanción understandable, because it is a way of life quite easily.

Zapatero's government, leading to the regime has shown, as noted, the worst faults of our system, and in particular debacle, has embarked on a crazy flight forward that demonstrates the complete and utter anarchy, the lack of discretion, and the apparent inability and merits of all its components.

Groucho Marx said that the policy is the art of looking for trouble, find them, make a false diagnosis and then applying the wrong remedies. In this sense we can say that Zapatero is a Marxist out-and-out, and we can assert that their cabinet meetings are just like the cabin of the Marx Brothers. The last few weeks are evidence of this show more like a farce that the serious exercise of politics, precisely when such serious and compelling as we live. With total disregard for the social, the illuminated cabin launch, day in and day out, a series of unrelated, and nothing prepared measures to keep the macho and endure one more day, while mislead the most sensible. In Libya there is a revolution that does something scarce petroleum, and immediately launched an action against the citizens of alleged economy in consumption of oil, based on the reduction of flow velocity for vehicles, and a considerable expenditure bumper traffic signals. As a few hours experts warn of low viability in the savings of the measure, nothing better than no step back, but reaffirmed in error, causing an avalanche of amazing proposals ranging from changing light bulbs on roads all public roads, thus involving some municipalities, already canines, in an unexpected expense that nobody knows who or what will be financed. Dodge politics of here I catch you here I'll kill you, improvisation of which has the gall to brag about the so-Zapatero, is the pathetic case involves catastrophic effects more than our already depleted coffers. We live a day without planning any kind, no less than seven years, and we still have one more, and the worst is that we can afford.

We miss and look forward to the return of the trial weighted with political reality, patriotism, not chauvinism of these years, and especially look forward reforms to the real problems of the citizens, who are precisely those that are never resolved. The big issue is that a change will not be viable in our politicians, while society does not take their democratic duties and take sides, because do not forget that our politicians are at all times a true reflection of society. This "Je return" must begin precisely not to blame only Zapatero and the barons, but the citizens themselves, who made dereliction of duty, which has led meekly fuss, and that somehow has been corrupted by a system of patronage that does not benefit never to growth and development of a nation. All, in varying degrees, are guilty of neglect. Are needed for real patriots, politicians (few) talent and capabilities, an active society with values, and all this is to be found in the sources of our common culture, not division, envy, theft, racism and partisanship brand-leg program of wet paper . The shift is the responsibility of the whole nation, until they do, come come, we would be nothing more than a mass of serfs waiting for rations of wheat the emperor and his spectacular, Panem et Circus.

Friday, March 4, 2011

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commercial mining nu dio fondu Marinu escomencióu Award mundu tail, Papua New Guinea, pa d'ouru yacimientu esplotar a copper and 1600 meters deep. The Canadian company responsible pastillas Nautilus Minerals, which Cheva deillos years faciendo prospeiciones and environmental studies.
The Nautilus pol premisu gobiernu apurríu to Papua New Guinea-ye'l dreichu brings over twenty years and we import a l'aniciare equipamientu necesariu and to sucrose, and betray procesare esplotaos minerals. Nautilus-will que'l yacimientu pastillas 2.2 million tonnes, nunos deposits in volcanic areas venceyaos marine fauna bayurosa mui. Dalgunos
canine specialists that esplotación d'aquesta ecosystems n'auguas qu'haiga s'atrasie to an international conservation Marcu llegal, Nautilus and prometíu onque fasteira Allinder a reserve to serve the repobración of Llug pa d'aquesta estraición when shot.

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Aniciáu tol mundu pa market as solution n'Europa nun Western sou d'ehí'l Nome. Corey Cheva have already sold in South cumo SM5, Samsung, Renault's subsidiary nu asiáticu country. Afitóuse Aquesti cadarma sobru the Laguna, which has the train delantreiru, escamudando'l d'Orixe traseiru by Nissan. Renault
turns, with a large saloon 4.9 meters of llargu, the forestay that dexóu three the commercial sapazu Vel Satis. The Latitude has the Size of an A6 onque empobináu to classes. Ta within L'already has a well rematáu cientu of pa gec dexare Cous, including a glove refrixerada of 9.6 liters.

The pastillas maleteiru large que l'espaciu eigual interior. Pastillas up ta comfortable and well aisláu aesgaya acoustically pa afayadizu roll at high speed highways. Concerning the equipamientu, has three classes extremity, being able Anedio-ye, higher, xenon headlights, camera Traseira vision, seating and masaxe browser.
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Thursday, March 3, 2011

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German Catholic reforms Eiglesia na Centru

More than 140 German Catholic theologians d'manifiestu robrorun an inn which seeks reform of the Catholic Eiglesia. They are intellectuals, homes and Muyeres of deillas nuversidades, and more qu'en hai Seiquer priváu are Ideye gustantes expressive of queues. Ochu d'eill escribiorun the Robres documentu and represent a total of theologians terciu xermanos. Nu
Testu vindicate the end of celibatu obrigatoriu, l'cumo Muyeres inxerimentu of spiritual winks and the faithful na partecipation escoyeita of oubispos. More emportante carpíu Treaty escontra the pot is the dende Eiglesia ventidóus years, when theologians robrorun 220 Columbus Declaration, critical Xuan et al pontificáu Pablu II.
The manifiestu fala d'un cientu cous, and a fai pa oubispos chamáu to a dialogu abiertu. Sharpen the sous pidimentos that the Nama Eiglesia can pedricare the pallabra of Xuasús "is eill pastillas MESMA and testify on the mensaxe Llug Llibert of Evanxeliu." Pol also Esmolecen refugu divorciaos ou d'gay, "qu'allonxa" each seen more believers.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

They Have To Excuse Due

reflexes thwarted love and friendship


Time goes very fast, but here's a story for people who read my Polytropias. This story follows a book I wrote entitled "Privacy in the throat ... Who has not felt like a character in this story ever? We hope you enjoy! ~ Adal

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My name is Jose Manuel Narvaez, I have thirty-two years and I have a problem with mirrors. His reflexes disobey me. In the morning when I wake up, there is in front of me, the round moon reflecting in the morning just given birth. I get up, clearing the dreams that are impregnated in my spit and my crusts and I am. But if I see my reflection eludes me look, if I see sideways, I go straight, if I open my mouth, my reflection closes, if the right way my reflection vanishes from the left, if I smile, it makes me pots, if I pout, frown, if I start to frown grins, but my reflection never smiles, never smiles, but when I cry, cry and go away, I'm like the vampires who do not play on any surface.

"It must be a joke," he told me the first day I learned that people see in a mirror is a faithful reproduction of his movements and actions. For me this disobedience was common and normal. I thought that when they walked in front of a window forward people reflected herself walking backwards, until I realized that it was not. Once I sat on a bench in the Plaza Arms and lasted about two hours watching people reflected in a puddle, the conclusion I got was that his actions were exactly the same outside and inside the mirror. When I passed over the pond by accident I stepped hard on him and although my reflection was soaked with clear water that I was completely dry.

One day when the annoyed glare concern led me to the verge of paranoia, there were moments when I felt that by making love to my reflection this viciously attacked me, I stood on the mirror doing absolutely nothing. Without blinking, not breathing, without laughing, almost without even thinking. And then my reflection was not mine. It was my older brother, Pedro. Noticing my surprised face Pedro made a face of indifference. So Peter and I were, contrary to everything. If the rose, I went down, if I climbed down. If he was praised by my father, I received reprimands, if I received reprimands too. That was the only thing that I could match.

"You should be more like Peter, I said my father. "You should learn more about Peter, my mother prayed after each pray for us in the rosary daily. "Why do not you Peter?" He told me the eternal love of Peter to Peter or smoked and for whom I longed to accompany me.

Last night I went alone to the fair. After a cotton candy and a tour of "The Whirlwind", I ran into the house of mirrors, where these reflexes are deformed and humorous, full of balls that are not there and no balls where they should be placed. I paid my ticket for twenty-five dollars and I queued for half an hour. People really enjoyed seeing their distorted reflections in a humorous and writhed with laughter. I entered one room lit by white lights and I walked around in front of the mirror again and again for a long time.

What good investment of twenty-five bucks!

my reflexes finally agreed with me!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

How Do I Clear My Baby's Phlegm

Pertual Anicia a

executivu President of Portugal Telecom, Zeinal Brava, Falou na appresentation d'aquesti proyeutu to be aniciare na Covilhã City, north of estáu, cola Pertual tea so that "a the largest data centers d'Europe. " The first plant, investing some 40 million d'euros d', you already have Cuadrao 45000 meters.
The Centru Anicia, wills, 500 emplegos, and Tara furrulando pal branu 2012. Tara na rede encontáu Febra optical communications and have a capacity of 20 petabytes d'almacenamientu, 50000 aportaos for quasi servers. Aquesta
pastillas a esixencia investment, ensegún Brava, as pa la fin d'añu pertuesas 1.6 million homes will have the Febra accesu optical asina asitiándose the pot d'Europe. The proyeutu also suppose l'aniciu d'un park qu'aforrará eólicu 90000 tonnes of CO2.