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Invictus

Beyond
night that covers me black as the bottomless pit,
I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul
.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have never regretted
not have blinked.
Submitted to the blows of fate
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror
Shadow,
the
menace of the years Finds, and me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged
of punishments the
am the master of my fate:
am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley

Bra Size Compared To My Hand

Inch by inch

Good advice from Mr. Al Pacino

Face Gets Hot After I Eat

For old times' Into the Wild


Poem of the Scottish poet Robert Burns so loved by his countrymen streets and statues for all the people of Scotland.

Should old friends be forgotten and never remembered
?
Should old friends be forgotten and the old days
?

In the old days, my friend,
for old times sake.
will take a cup of kindness
for old times!
The two have run about the hillsides And pulled the daisies
,
But we have wandered
tired feet long.
The two have played in the creek
from noon until dinner time,
But seas between us broad have roared
long.

And there's a hand my trusty friend,
and give us a hand and drink a goodwill drink

for old times sake!
And surely you pay for your pint
and surely I will pay for mine!
And drink a sip of gentleness
for old times sake!

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The film Into the wild I've finished watching an hour ago. Since I gave the player play I love it. It is a simple journey of a young life, leaving all his previous monotony, routine and your way path filled prejudices, hypocrisy and stereotypes , to embark on an adventure, beginning a new journey in search of authenticity itself with nature. Let's all I ever have thought! The soundtrack
performed by Eddie Vedder singer of Pearl Jam , sounds great.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There

company where no one is present,

Beside the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man less, but Nature more

From our meetings, I attend the secretive,

From all I can be, or I've seen before,

to merge with the universe and feel

What I can never express but it will be impossible to hide. Lord Byron

Dancing And Grinding With A Belt

Anita to remember (October 8 to October 9)


I miss .....
its people, here and there, its environment, culture
the Raval, the Borne, his grace, his Gotic, bars,
their discotek, their colors, their zest for life, his desire to improve their
lessons in each corner,
their musicians, their Barcelona, \u200b\u200b
their carrers of Avinyó,
Escudelleres, Ferran, Princess, etc. ..
the underground scene, the Pakistani with "beer-beer" its guiris borratxos,
the cafecillo before partying at the bar La Cala,
reeds in the Tio Pop, snacks of Elisabeth, the tapas in the Sagardi, the footballs in the black sheep
parties at home Paul, barbecues on the roof of Adrien, the Athletic Cup final, the clasecillas
guitar
the trips to the beach in listening to Pearl Jam bicing,
the moments with fellow master, the trip to Sardinia, Meiland parties,
parties with fellow master, the parties with the office mates,
the daily challenge of working, studying and enjoying
forever and in my heart to Barcelona and all the people
with whom I shared this year to remember.