" Αυτό που δεν με σκοτώνει με κάνει πιο δυνατό "
güçlendiriyor
"skewers back talked about that trip to Morocco that we like, to the comrades in the bar waiting for the chance to join the the uprising, the fights and throwing cobblestones lifted, including wine and wine, as haram and so dark, so courageous in its niceties that lie dormant ...
spiked
And we talk when we mean to this recipe from the Bosphorus Tavern send you as a wink, as one who does not like things to tell you that you nourish it, that day will soon come out into the streets to fight for your rights and reject all all, that close doors, this silence, this censoring, that "domestiqueo" hand carried those prohibiting parties (as SORTU), which, impudence!, leaving the people without voices ...
"denounces the attempt
Sortu to "close the door to the illusion that extends in Euskal Herria" we read
Today, the parapet of the legalities atrocious. Today transvestite trampling of justice. Today, as usual, the dictatorship of the established, luxury catering and microphone doormat, bitter, muffled because of the "mentirogeo" habitual ... Today screams Gara
:
"Thousands of people participate in the rally for legalization through the streets of Bilbo" .. but what progress the reflection of this barren planet populated by quiet voice and undaunted? Does the graves of gutter? Does the law of an end nauseous? ... We'll see ...
Talk, comrades, those sharp spikes that will be the honey of the soul when the fences fall of the capital and equalities, vivid and always costrastables from differences, whether hypocrisy unleavened bread for us all without cheating workers or cardboard, people willing to fight ...
and is unacceptable to say (say) that the censorship of words I came in the form of oath immune to my dismay. Comrade call is simply called comrade and attract the opposite pole to your heart working. Almost offended, the fact ... and as cowards refuse to clarify their reasons to consider why could recite any
reproach (and that is despicable coward winner!), the mail bags are filled with unread messages, either written or Sent ... and honey begins to soften, to liquefy, to be the river of people hungry and needy ... and hunger, so also criticized as an excuse for those without pumps suffer as a nuclear heart, between the capital and the hail and the morning rain, faith for the time beings, filling in colors, come to the surface and the gates of the Bosphorus Tavern fit (only set, never closed) and the aromas of life joined in nature, between cliffs and deserted beaches, fishing naked men distracted and a sea that looks powerful, seed speed, walking in the tavern who agermanó.
Have today, our simple, easy, inexpensive, healthy recipe for the menu that night of Newroz, that after Ramadan or some soul-shattering concert (let's say the Smerna or why not? that it will hold Benito Lertxundi the May 6 in beautiful Tolosa ).
"Bere Bihotza, Nauen Batzen mugagabetasunarekin daramat Hazi, Eta egunsenti Berriak pizten ditu EKIALDE Nere."
(Wear in my heart
seed that binds me to the infinite, and shines
new dawns in my east).
. Chicken
clean and free of grease.
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