Friday, January 21, 2011

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Florence K.


I like the look well, and that she will return and fencing that knowing look, a subtle smile that never tries to hide the pain load, but, by contrast, is painted with an infinite love.
Sabelo: I envy you.
I would be there to fill it with hugs and say words that push. But I also know that many more wanted to be there. Because when I say subtle smile is loaded with an infinite love, infinite love that has already been forwarded to thousands of people who love and support it. The guy who was left a legacy of love that denies the tragic death.
Like you're there, where your old bank to stop tweakers. And I hope you understand that the way ahead is not roses.
On the opposite sidewalk, vultures, snakes, Dementors and darkness, are watching to make you shit, shit to us, to make shit. But you know, crudely speaking, that the clubs that put on the wheel, they are going to have to put it in the sunrise. You know, as I read today in graffiti, every stone to throw the country use to build a more just and equitable, and to remember that these stones will all the hatred of a people who know transcendent values \u200b\u200bsuch as solidarity or loyalty . Does not know, of course, that of love.
Florence
K: I guess you're a very important column in this building, because, surely, you're the love of your mother. You got an amazing historical moment in which your parents (including your brother) built a building that looks safe. But we have to follow.
Perhaps the media vultures, trying to play with yourself these days, making up stories, hypothesizing perverse about your tastes or your intimacies. They're miserable. Luckily, you're no daughter of Cobos, Cobos is not your father. We know that you are not going to ask your mom to loosen or to give you a taste for the powerful. Although someone yell something vulgar on the street.
do not see you shaking, I see your mother or tremble when offended. Nor shook the guy who left us and we inherited a love that is multiplied every day. That love, you have to have it clear, give life to your mother and this country. Love that reflexively reach you immediately, like a ray of light that illuminates your path. And, paradoxically, twitching the minds of the haters as usual.

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