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Tuesday, 10 December 2013. For me two thousand and thirteen was a complicated year, it was not a bad year but it was a year with a lot of thinking about the future. Tuesday, 3 December 2013. I must to say that i really enjoy eat; I love the moment of preparing food. I really like to cook, it is a relaxing moment for me, when I am stressed or sad I put good music and i start to cook something delicious. When I was eighteen years old my great grandmother died. When I was a chil.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011. Well, I enjoyed this experience, because I have always used blog but this time with the exception that is in English. But it really is more useful to English, because the great majority of bibliographicmaterial is in that language. , no everything in this life is as you want. Tuesday, May 17, 2011.
Lunes, 6 de junio de 2011. Martes, 24 de mayo de 2011. 8217; Once she said that this world is a soup.
Miércoles, 25 de enero de 2012. I love the animals and I care for them. I consider myself an animal lover, specially I love the dogs. The last dog that I had was my favourite, she was a very beautiful and funny beagle. I would like to have another beagle, because this race of dogs it is my preferred. If I could be an animal, I would like to choose be an dolphin, because I love the sea and I would like to stay in the marine, because it is a very unknown world.
Friday, November 22, 2013. When I was a child my parents said that one have to sleep a lot for growing healthy and strong. I hate my alarm clock! Well this is my story with my worst enemy, I know you have one too.
Gonzalo de Quesada y Miranda. Nos da mucho gusto publicar en La Página de José Martí. Las evocaciones del Doctor Gonzalo de Quesada y Miranda, profesor de la Lic. Norma Normand Cabrera, nuestra nueva colaboradora. No deje de leer este testimonio tan interesante sobre el hijo de uno de los mejores amigos de José Martí. Written by Yara de Céspedes.
Ecrite par moi , donc Touuche pas. Chapitre 3 Ma mère revenat avec Carole et .
Si la tuviera a mi alcance. Se unen en la duermevela. Pero ellos, que inventaron. Sin rostro y sin bandera. Ahora, tiritan azules mis brazos. Porque ella modificó los mapas estelares. Que ella escondió entre sus piernas. Mis palabras serían más que murmullos. Mis manos, más que sombras. La copa de las ranas.