somewhere else
OVERVIEW
BESTADEL.BLOGSPOT.COM RANKINGS
Date Range
Date Range
Date Range
LINKS TO WEB SITE
WHAT DOES BESTADEL.BLOGSPOT.COM LOOK LIKE?
BESTADEL.BLOGSPOT.COM HOST
WEBSITE IMAGE
SERVER OS AND ENCODING
I found that this domain is operating the GSE server.PAGE TITLE
somewhere elseDESCRIPTION
Jeudi 26 février 2015. The destruction of the cultural heritage and the museums of Irak by Daech ISIS . Day after day the criminal fighters in Irak and Syria - calling themselves Daech The Islamic State, and called by the news agencies terrorists Djihadists- renew their commitment to both the annihilation of any sign related to previous civilizations and the establishment of new structures that would rule our perception of reality. These insane fanatics have become an essential part of the dai.CONTENT
This web page bestadel.blogspot.com states the following, "The destruction of the cultural heritage and the museums of Irak by Daech ISIS." We saw that the webpage said " Day after day the criminal fighters in Irak and Syria - calling themselves Daech The Islamic State, and called by the news agencies terrorists Djihadists- renew their commitment to both the annihilation of any sign related to previous civilizations and the establishment of new structures that would rule our perception of reality." It also said " These insane fanatics have become an essential part of the dai."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
Ici sur mon blog vous aller me connaitre ,connaitre mes avantage,connaitre ma vie . mais sa veux pas dire de venir ici pour me faire chier lollll. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je saiiis ke c con maiiis les gars son crissment compliker on diit ke ce nes po grave maiis c le contraire maiis genre crissment le contraire. Tous kas Jtaimmme gros mon coeur .
Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
Tout est gris, silencieux et fragile. Comme mon monde aride et stérile. Silence rude qui précède la tempête. Amertume satin versée sur ma moquette. Tout tourne en moi et dans ma tète. Les vents du nord, les intempéries. Venaient se refugier ce soir dans mon lit. Mes draps velours volent dans le ciel. Et mes bougies coulent en cire de miel. Le grand déluge frappe fort à ma porte. Et l étoile au creux de ma main est morte.