Acrylic Nails Bitten Nails
TYRANNY AND THAT WE ARE
BEING IS AMAZING
This means that, by force, are similar. A natural community, a eu dotrina us out and we do not enter. Sometimes, like the classics, my soul must ask, why? Because that's the human condition. Because, just as you are born with an unusual capacity for music or mathematics, is born to what we today call Falange and that is just eternal configuration. One way to walk toward redemption. In this area were not a few saints and not a few soldiers.
ever all seem José Antonio. Sure. And once presented what he would say in a situation or feel like our night of passion and intelligence of 19 to 20 November. It is like knowing the proximity of everything except, perhaps, you.
When we confess our faith when we say the Creed, is something which is not given due importance: Communion of Saints, this is not only the mystical body but communication-be one-of those who have triumphed over death and that we militant.
areas in this world, the biosphere, ionosphere, the stratosphere, there is a realm of spirit, where-that Plato also believed big ideas come to us: for it is repeated throughout history. It is not unusual, the experience of all, notice something like lighting. A friend, shortly before crossing, he told me he had a special idea that, in time, he knew which coincided point for point with one of Meister Eckhart.
is not unusual to feel things like that, the mntienen you in awe, in awe that no entender.
be Falangist nature is a difficult condition and does not promise an easy life or soul stilled. We are homeless at the time, wandering from justice, because being Falangist tirelessly and relentlessly is not even that you can take at home. We also know we'll never see the country we crave and moves us anything forces us to be bridge to tomorrow. As if we play live against the common life. A nail against the life that we do not like, as we do not like to live in this Spain, again hit. Or always hit.
Living with heart top is difficult but necessary. Love-that of Spain, which did not live as loyalty, is a betrayal, a false oath. The Falange, which we take loyalty very seriously, we portaderos of light, if not lightning. Prometheus chained to our fire. And then when you feel it at all, something prompts you to get where he's love José Antonio. And Ramiro and Onesimus. Arrive, I sometimes tell where your love.
Footnote
thing is we can not be anything else because we can not stop being a fad. It is definitely and I think forever and a day, if the glory rescues us, we will be the same as we yquizá know why God made us well and how universal purpose.
Until then, Rafael, the life that we do not like the country that we do not like the discomfort that we do not like but which do not escape. The threat, solitude and the inner fire of Prometheus. Jose Antonio, with the other major, opened a new door and into going, because we must. And is our debit José Antonio, who had the good fortune to die knowing why.
We have been to fly, the big things and great hopes that we present. God knows what happens to us. Between us, for internal use, we say, is that we Falangists. Just dust unexpectedly stands up and cries. And call. And trust.
Mavericks, they say. What corner is written that man must accept what we all see? Perhaps the best not achieved the worlds that were still not in yours?
Arthur.
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