Thursday, October 30, 2008

Top Speed For A Stock 400ex Honda

WHAT WE IS FOREVER

To approach the mystery of why Falange was born and pushed us. Post a loyal comrade

ever told you, comrade, the Falange was born. Tomorrow will seventy-five years it said José Antonio. "One way to be." That is the key of seventy-five years and our persistence. There is only a number of ways of being in life. The Falange is one.

This means that, by force, are similar. A natural community, a dotrina us out and we do not enter. Sometimes, like the classics, my soul must ask, why 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, something that is not given due importance: Communion of Saints, this is the mystical body nosólo but communication-be one-of those who have triumphed over death and that we militancy.


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: why are repeated along 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 learned that coincided point by point with a Master Eckhart.


is not rare to feel such things, of keeping you in awe, in awe that no entender, perhaps, to the end.


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, such as we do not like to live in this Spain, again hit. Or always hit.


Living with heart top is difficult but necessary. Love-of-Spain

not live like loyalty, is a betrayal, a false oath.

Falangists, 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

love José Antonio. And Ramiro and Onesimus. Arrive, tell

times where your love.

Footnote
thing is we can not be anything else because we can not

be a fad. It is definitely and I think forever and a day, if the glory

rescues us, we will be the same as we know yquizá

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. José Antonio,

the other greats, opened a new door to her going, because we must. And

is also our debit José Antonio, who had the joy of dying

knowing why.


We have been to fly, the big things and great hopes

presented. God knows what happens to us. Between us, for internal use

we tell ourselves, is that we Falangists. Just dust, unexpectedly,

stands up and cries. And call. And trust.


Mavericks, they say. What corner of man is written to be

accept what everyone sees? Does not the worlds best achieved which

were still not in yours?


Arthur.


and an agreed response



I think these words of yours clarify many things. At least for me.
I've already told you my first reaction was purely emotional, and came only after reasoning. This tells me your right: it is a way to be in life, a way of being. Not easy, because nothing really worth the penalty is, but that can take your head high. And that is something.
is true that we can not be anything else. We are who we are and we nacidopara be. Others, in the past, discovered and conquered worlds, and brought the word of God and Salamanca. Or put the wall of breasts committed before the Turks at Lepanto and Vienna. To us to keep the flame and bequeath to the future. Rafael

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AND THE FINAL:


But saints, Rafael. Or, perhaps, lay saints, if possible. You feel different. I know we all tend to feel without equal and we are waging a battle between wanting to be like others and want to be unique. But I think the Phalange of birth is that it is bad on paper, at the time of mediocrity and even the thoughts that make off here and there. Even when thoughts and roles were more serious and important now.
Then suddenly, you dazzle. You know what happens to you and your technical name, if you read Onesimus Jose Antonio and go into a spasm which probably will not come off. Because you actually elected to something, sometimes carrying the flame, fire until the morning. Sometimes a witness, that's what it means martyr. A time for war, or Phalange unknown. And always, always, to indulge in the lost cause, which is the one true cause. A triumphant cause we know who are adhered to and the name given to them. This is said so quickly is critical: Loyalty to the lost cause, because you really do not think it is because it is a way to prove to one and to others who understand. That's why we talked so much about whether we like it hard. The enemy will call you everything but, at least, because so are we, "will have to say:" fair and consistent. " And if you do not know these words, "Stubborn." Did José Antonio did not understand that that cause, alone against all and against the wormy world was a hopeless cause and lost? He, in defense of his father, did more to cross his face to one another. He thought of what was essential and had the gift to find it. He took him as a gentleman. So whichever way you look, the Phalanx is a school for gentlemen and that is another thing that bother the rojerío. We called it "style", but large-scale chivalry. Arthur.

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