The country is spirit. This says that the being of the country is based on a value or a collection of values, which refers to the children of a territory in the soil they inhabit. (Ramiro de Maeztu)
The country can not exist without the love of their children. (Antonio Maura y Montaner)
Formémonos a homeland at all costs and everything else is tolerable. (Simón Bolívar)
We are the best! Even after a half embarrassing, president of Europe, Zp. (He has come to be called the invisible), that when you look at it with a "prespetiva" historic, will be seen as bi 
that presided and improved governance of this conglomerate different countries, that if you stay together I would know it is. Well, you know who, said that the "prespetiva?, For if exactly, that of" clothed themselves "in order cucumber, Don José, Mr. Minister. But how can you say this in a meeting and that they are there not boo or throw him to Gorraz? Or is no shame in this Spain mine, or those who were there are those who eat in the manger of La Moncloa.
But today is not who wants to touch this issue. What I wanted to play is that for 40 years in the Spain of mine, were those of National-holding, which translated into Roman Paladino, were the only fascist as they say, wander through this Planet Earth. And today, individuals (and individuals), as or more reactionary than those, and also, without shame, are believed to be also in possession of the truth (as the once unbeaten), Spain tell us that this mine is rojerio last bastion of the world.
So much so that even the national soccer team, they call the red. God of heaven where we are when we have a crisis, it was not crisis but the crisis became more important in the history of Spain. They are playing into the red. I guess the inventor of this moniker, there was the Government of Spain. But where we, or rather where we arrive?
And the most shameful and more pathetic is to see a herd of sheep simpleton, his face painted red (have yet to wear red, as the memo of Venezuela, but all come if this continues.) And all these sheep, and I repeat again: fool, and stating that the illiterate are not only still find him some grace to Zp., Are also more glittering journalists from major newspapers in the nation, are also its rojerios and not flinch, they have to receive a grant of Zp., and as usual, which does not charge not applaud. And mighty knight Money talks. Bearing that in all knees.
But is that all these journalists (and I mean those of my generation, that every day we are younger), are able to play these cells, when they were 40 years doing the blue thick broth. And as always presume, of what the world has forgotten. When Democrats were all red and blue we (fascists failed). Now that all we are Democrats, even the reds, we reds (communists failed). GOD PROTECT THIS NATION, NOT THE EXTERNAL ENEMY, NO! DOMESTIC ENEMY IF THAT IS THE WORST. THAT IS NOT YOUR LAND, WHICH MAKES ITS LEADERS IN THE COUNTRY AND DESTROYERS ALL THAT FOR EVERYONE Want FORM AND THE LAND TO ITS Never measure tailored to ALL.
that presided and improved governance of this conglomerate different countries, that if you stay together I would know it is. Well, you know who, said that the "prespetiva?, For if exactly, that of" clothed themselves "in order cucumber, Don José, Mr. Minister. But how can you say this in a meeting and that they are there not boo or throw him to Gorraz? Or is no shame in this Spain mine, or those who were there are those who eat in the manger of La Moncloa. But today is not who wants to touch this issue. What I wanted to play is that for 40 years in the Spain of mine, were those of National-holding, which translated into Roman Paladino, were the only fascist as they say, wander through this Planet Earth. And today, individuals (and individuals), as or more reactionary than those, and also, without shame, are believed to be also in possession of the truth (as the once unbeaten), Spain tell us that this mine is rojerio last bastion of the world.
So much so that even the national soccer team, they call the red. God of heaven where we are when we have a crisis, it was not crisis but the crisis became more important in the history of Spain. They are playing into the red. I guess the inventor of this moniker, there was the Government of Spain. But where we, or rather where we arrive?
And the most shameful and more pathetic is to see a herd of sheep simpleton, his face painted red (have yet to wear red, as the memo of Venezuela, but all come if this continues.) And all these sheep, and I repeat again: fool, and stating that the illiterate are not only still find him some grace to Zp., Are also more glittering journalists from major newspapers in the nation, are also its rojerios and not flinch, they have to receive a grant of Zp., and as usual, which does not charge not applaud. And mighty knight Money talks. Bearing that in all knees.
But is that all these journalists (and I mean those of my generation, that every day we are younger), are able to play these cells, when they were 40 years doing the blue thick broth. And as always presume, of what the world has forgotten. When Democrats were all red and blue we (fascists failed). Now that all we are Democrats, even the reds, we reds (communists failed). GOD PROTECT THIS NATION, NOT THE EXTERNAL ENEMY, NO! DOMESTIC ENEMY IF THAT IS THE WORST. THAT IS NOT YOUR LAND, WHICH MAKES ITS LEADERS IN THE COUNTRY AND DESTROYERS ALL THAT FOR EVERYONE Want FORM AND THE LAND TO ITS Never measure tailored to ALL.
JUNE
And in the last flower is the magnolia,
white, affluent, as a woman's chest. Once
summer shakes his scepter gold,
ial'alè more ardent everyday
the impending July
other faint flowers, e-
heu's why it broke, and fresh
smelling her
for April rose.
Joan Maragall.
Feed And in the last flower is the magnolia,
white, affluent, as a woman's chest. Once
summer shakes his scepter gold,
ial'alè more ardent everyday
the impending July
other faint flowers, e-
heu's why it broke, and fresh
smelling her
for April rose.
Joan Maragall.
This is what I do currently use for comunicarme internacionalmente 
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