Plans For Millitry Buggys

cooked!


Finals 2nd quarter:
I
Italiano (annual) : 10
Argentine Art I: 9
Modern Art II (which vendríaa be Baroque Art) : 7
Technical and Preservation of Cultural Property (aka Conservation) : 8
American Art I: 6
Pre-Columbian Art: 9

síiiiiii Ohhhhh!

No more exam tables until ... March 9, to give up art from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, the other annual field this year, kicked by questions of literature: P

But meanwhile ... !^______^ Vacation

Red Hiking Boot Laces

one of those entries spelling lo Gasy

Mother: Dany, zafar goes with S or Z? Dany
: with Z.
Mother: Oh ... and what is verb? Dany
...

Sometimes I really think I'm the proof that children living do come from a cabbage ...

And changing the subject, today I had my first final of the second semester (second if you count the end of Italian) and I got September 1
!^_______^
And I found out my cute, and had lunch .. . at 4 in the tardexD

Canon Powershot A610 Webcam

Pollerudo

"Why men do not use long skirts?
I do not know, would you like?
"Yes, it would be good ... well not wear underwear ...
"But cute, look if there is wind!
"And good, bad milk!
-you realize that you're not normal?!
"Yes, I know ...
-...
"I imagine the wind Gasti Bariloche?? XDxDxD

(Now my beautiful is the sheet set as a long skirt: P)

I Still Dream Of Jeannie

Late return

Step over a month since my last "visit", but read the thoughts of others did not write any, might be for lack of need, perhaps for vagrancy, or resistance, or much else that the truth or even I could name. At issue is that I got bored of me and others or just from inactivity. I'm talking / thinking / writing way too and say nothing.

Well, despite having said more than once and have not met, this time I will be more public and less private with some of the words that exist in me, who knows if I can change the world from another with that. Maybe not, is most likely, but I have a lot to say and if I want to strongly improve life on this earth with what I have time this is a good way to start. I

poems for the next, tomorrow if I can almost certainly on Tuesday. But meanwhile a real text as few, of an author who skillfully managed to capture human nature.

Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse

I, Steppenwolf, jog and trot, snow

covers the world,

the raven flaps from the birch, but a hare

never, never a deer.

I so love the deer!

Ah, if found anything!

What they would round between my teeth and my legs,

that's the most beautiful thing I suppose. For the affective

have a good heart,

swallow up the substance of the tender hams,

drink my fill of blood red,

and then howl all night, alone.

to settle me a hare.

The taste of her warm flesh is so sweet at night.

Does everything, everything that can brighten a pinch

life is far from me?

's hair and my tail is dark gray, I can hardly

see with some clarity,

and for years my partner died.

Now I jog and sleep with deer,

jog and dream of rabbits,

hear the wind blow in winter nights, snow

calm my burning throat,

took the devil to my poor soul.