Sunday, May 3, 2009

Hide My Ip With Ubuntu

The ship


Amarras consciousness as a small boat

and enter the dream as he is crossing the river

lying on the warm sand of the shore

Everything happens

any browser in the waters of silence

Grow plants

women ovulate
Madura preparapara the fruit and a new sunburn

nails grow

wise grows hair on the skull of the Palpa

crazy pregnant women - how much love, the future murderer who is growing in her womb

Palpa his cancerous tumor

moans of love the lonely wails

sated by love that is loved by two tour

the moon in its orbit
Turn the earth

All hearts resound with force

and ring the heart of the world


wake again You raise the ship, everything shines

You know why

Someone from the bank

see you go.


Efraín Bartolomé

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