occasionally tell the truth so that you create when you lie. (Jules Renard).
Lying is a sad substitute for the truth, but it is the only one who has discovered so far. (Elbert Hubbard).
The punishment of the liar is not believed even when telling the truth. (Aristotle) \u200b\u200b
I am reviewing digital newspapers and catches my eye, the next lar
entitled: The Government of the opposition trying to put smoke screens. I read the article and came to a comment from Don José Blanco which reads: "White, who said he felt" uneasy "smile whenever he sees the opposition leader, accusing him of having an" infinite greed Directions to La Moncloa at any price "and said that despite claims that the PSOE has been only in Parliament," who is really just the PP, because no country in Europe, conservative or not who understand the irresponsibility, demagoguery and populism "of this party. "If a listed demagoguery," he argued, "would have no problem in the markets only Rajoy's statements. But Rajoy quotes down and helps with his statements that our country is also low in trading at the market "."
And he came to several conclusions: 1 ª - As Mr. José Blanco can accuse Mr Rajoy of "infinite greed to get to La Moncloa at any price". When they did not hesitate to climb: about 192 dead and 5000 injured to achieve the same goal, but it seems that as the thick glass of his spectacles this man, is shortsighted , or perhaps has lost his memory. Do not remember when ordered him and others like it, was published in newspapers and was said by radio and TV related and palm trees, suicide bombers had a lot of pants, which had been slain because Aznar had led us into an illegal war. Not like them, we have taken all the wars of the Metro, which are more illegal than that. But wars of them, since they do not have to lick the ass of the Americans, to see if we forgive him for the offense to the flag. But neither do the ball has helped Obama, because that offense is not ever forgive her, Buenos Americans are for it that will offend the flag. So it is out of European-American conference, which never happened.
2 ª - Rajoy says trading lower. What else wanted it. If so, would not have much concern and not take away the skin minister to attack the opposition, since it would leave (or rather mouth) of the planetary Pajin. But apparently, the so Pajin not have enough substance to meet Mr. Rajoy and therefore had to leave the illustrious, false, malicious and untruthful Don José Blanco, leftist fighter dress, with a penthouse at sea ran , worth an egg and some of the other (I would also be left with all the money that he and his colleagues) to tell us, if we did not know that the wicked Mr Rajoy wants to La Moncloa. Strangely, the opposition leader wants to get to govern this nation and more now even though they have left in her panties. Well, if Don José Blanco, lucky if Mr Rajoy will return to rule and we fix what you, with so many lies, malfeasance, maps of the clitoris, smoking bans, support for abortion for sex changes, to help poor artists, not only to subsidize their bad movies, if not to buy prizes for the world again, we have wasted all that boasted its Zp surpluses., to have them and ultimately, had left the PP government. SO: Shut SR. WHITE, shut up PLEASE AND FORGET ABOUT U.S. AND LEAVE TO LIVE IN THE ATTIC ILLEGAL IN GALICIA IS IN NATAL.
1939
When I was seventeen
told me: 'You go to war "Sun and rain did
course with pace forever.
I was seventeen and the world was even more tender. With metal
take a rifle in his hands a mystery that can not
Life dar
life and we can not take.
It had the taste in the mouth that make you cry
stars.
When I was seventeen
off the road.
When I return I find
nobody knows tell me where I aimed.
I do: "It was the same place"
But they turn me back.
say this I do not know why everyone does their
noise. So many roads are broken
her, nobody knows where kind.
But everyone agrees with me:
"We were ..." Oh, tender leaves, the trunk is too many
trunk for your spring.
MIQUEL Arimany.
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When I was seventeen
told me: 'You go to war "Sun and rain did
course with pace forever.
I was seventeen and the world was even more tender. With metal
take a rifle in his hands a mystery that can not
Life dar
life and we can not take.
It had the taste in the mouth that make you cry
stars.
When I was seventeen
off the road.
When I return I find
nobody knows tell me where I aimed.
I do: "It was the same place"
But they turn me back.
say this I do not know why everyone does their
noise. So many roads are broken
her, nobody knows where kind.
But everyone agrees with me:
"We were ..." Oh, tender leaves, the trunk is too many
trunk for your spring.
MIQUEL Arimany.
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