We have so many days to revolt and overthrow in the Arab world surprising that Nobody should seek the opinion of Usama bin Muhammad bin 'Awad bin Laden. Agree that it is difficult but not impossible, silence can only be due to two things: either live or is behind the spirit of the revolution and will not appear for the West not to wonder how the villain of yesterday has been, again , defense procurement and full of reasons to continue his terrorist crusade.
thus also with the revelations of Wikileaks, which today we care about the same as Assange hairstyle or my decision tomorrow circumflex President: It has been speculated endlessly about his resignation to stand for the chairmanship of Spain in next general election, whether the estate dressed in Carmen - are we ready to send us a woman?: I do not think, though starting the progressive vote and equality for her and would not be forgotten that it is adding more ballots to the contrary-or Alfredo-back to trust in someone who already was before the term of Aznar-weary, forgetting acts of sleight of PSOE-that "NATO entry NO", for example, little remembered today as we move through North Africa with the same skill as a blindfolded mole, "you might neglect bet on the icy Jaúregui "the least bad of the successors, being the least possible, the least-mented, by their recurrence, the less likely but more consistent: to die with his boots on", refusing to pronounce the bunting, red, green, they have been mowed, or opt for silence, it envelops you when businessmen speak, the savings banks are reluctant to give up their privileges at the hands intervening,
No more days carrying on our backs the backpack of weapons of Basque self-proclaimed liberators, that add enough sunrises and evening as we feel exhausted and memories mingle and confuse us, but not so for some, fortunately for everyone .
We lost count of the days we sailed without a glimpse of the promised land, so any drift Tunisian we do not produce the slightest jolt. The same as seeing the smoke from spreading pollution of Fukushima and listen to the experts as the only possible solution would be to enclose the remains of the reactor in situ, in sarcophagi of concrete and steel pharaonic proportions, many years of research and technology to return to a terminology of the papyri.
We have not seen so many Aprils collect Cervantes García Márquez, who this spring is no different: the prize smells rancid and less without it. Same smell the of the monarchies faced by a piece of coastline, geographical slice of life in the hands of nature is worth less than zero. Many Aprils, but unless we know that al-Gaddafi is a criminal, a practical joke that today we remember from the First Avenue New York, a murderer who respect neither his ministers, as the head of external relations Libyan Moussa Kousser, fleeing as the coward who always assumed.
are so many twists and turns and turns that inevitably return to the beginning again and again, the same mistakes and missteps and questions: we have no news so we use that someone should go and look, because it is always better to live knowing where enemies are buried let them be forgotten, that ghosts can always resurrect and become immortal. But if nobody cares about the blood spilled in the République de Côte d'Ivoire to see who can find time and inclination to go find Osama.
thus also with the revelations of Wikileaks, which today we care about the same as Assange hairstyle or my decision tomorrow circumflex President: It has been speculated endlessly about his resignation to stand for the chairmanship of Spain in next general election, whether the estate dressed in Carmen - are we ready to send us a woman?: I do not think, though starting the progressive vote and equality for her and would not be forgotten that it is adding more ballots to the contrary-or Alfredo-back to trust in someone who already was before the term of Aznar-weary, forgetting acts of sleight of PSOE-that "NATO entry NO", for example, little remembered today as we move through North Africa with the same skill as a blindfolded mole, "you might neglect bet on the icy Jaúregui "the least bad of the successors, being the least possible, the least-mented, by their recurrence, the less likely but more consistent: to die with his boots on", refusing to pronounce the bunting, red, green, they have been mowed, or opt for silence, it envelops you when businessmen speak, the savings banks are reluctant to give up their privileges at the hands intervening,
No more days carrying on our backs the backpack of weapons of Basque self-proclaimed liberators, that add enough sunrises and evening as we feel exhausted and memories mingle and confuse us, but not so for some, fortunately for everyone .
We lost count of the days we sailed without a glimpse of the promised land, so any drift Tunisian we do not produce the slightest jolt. The same as seeing the smoke from spreading pollution of Fukushima and listen to the experts as the only possible solution would be to enclose the remains of the reactor in situ, in sarcophagi of concrete and steel pharaonic proportions, many years of research and technology to return to a terminology of the papyri.
We have not seen so many Aprils collect Cervantes García Márquez, who this spring is no different: the prize smells rancid and less without it. Same smell the of the monarchies faced by a piece of coastline, geographical slice of life in the hands of nature is worth less than zero. Many Aprils, but unless we know that al-Gaddafi is a criminal, a practical joke that today we remember from the First Avenue New York, a murderer who respect neither his ministers, as the head of external relations Libyan Moussa Kousser, fleeing as the coward who always assumed.
are so many twists and turns and turns that inevitably return to the beginning again and again, the same mistakes and missteps and questions: we have no news so we use that someone should go and look, because it is always better to live knowing where enemies are buried let them be forgotten, that ghosts can always resurrect and become immortal. But if nobody cares about the blood spilled in the République de Côte d'Ivoire to see who can find time and inclination to go find Osama.
Moussa Kousser
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