manufacturing
carnal sin without hormonal control mystical, simply combusted to alvedrío without law, without God as the antithesis of a limit on a whim metric escapes reason, but always ends up framing the final preferred concertción, quench their thirst in desire of others, seems passive carrying water and gases in their viscera no deposit side, the other wants to take the world to steal a few minutes at dawn, to make him wait, out of their lethargy, so that everyone is awake and see FLY.
This is the most crucial, the volcano awoke, and I barely breathe, with a cold heart and no salt, on my own, because so wished str and consume just myself, without consuming much of the other but only their thoughts, which vibrate and collapse back to me, is an uphill battle abstraction, is an endless battle within the ontological well with just a couple of answers to anticipated questions by mankind since time pyramid.
The dilemma is whether I should return to normal, breathing and living in "harmony" of the system, who play in the final are also beings who love, it would be like killing the left and right to let the ratings-winning and entranced again in the hot springs that gave quiet.
If amidst all est catharsis, something I can recover, is that everything has been as I wanted, why not just turn it around?, One can go back a step 8, but the next thing we achieve is the 13 not everything is lost, only if you start good, so that both dream, that of combining left and right, that to defeat the system, that my shoulder blades sprout wings and can return to hare been carefully Lion like a lion to take the starter plants at the old city.
Jojojojo triple G ke go beyond the end we are not so bad, we are a bit mundane, must be that the principle that fell to earth here, when we learned long ago the god, but we carried iracionalidad defeat, we will consume the most exquisite fruits that today gives us the moon and sun that awaits us!
combustion! Burn! Burn! there is no choice, nor segndas opportunities or longer and .!!!!! Recover
broder ..!
carnal sin without hormonal control mystical, simply combusted to alvedrío without law, without God as the antithesis of a limit on a whim metric escapes reason, but always ends up framing the final preferred concertción, quench their thirst in desire of others, seems passive carrying water and gases in their viscera no deposit side, the other wants to take the world to steal a few minutes at dawn, to make him wait, out of their lethargy, so that everyone is awake and see FLY.
This is the most crucial, the volcano awoke, and I barely breathe, with a cold heart and no salt, on my own, because so wished str and consume just myself, without consuming much of the other but only their thoughts, which vibrate and collapse back to me, is an uphill battle abstraction, is an endless battle within the ontological well with just a couple of answers to anticipated questions by mankind since time pyramid.
The dilemma is whether I should return to normal, breathing and living in "harmony" of the system, who play in the final are also beings who love, it would be like killing the left and right to let the ratings-winning and entranced again in the hot springs that gave quiet.
If amidst all est catharsis, something I can recover, is that everything has been as I wanted, why not just turn it around?, One can go back a step 8, but the next thing we achieve is the 13 not everything is lost, only if you start good, so that both dream, that of combining left and right, that to defeat the system, that my shoulder blades sprout wings and can return to hare been carefully Lion like a lion to take the starter plants at the old city.
Jojojojo triple G ke go beyond the end we are not so bad, we are a bit mundane, must be that the principle that fell to earth here, when we learned long ago the god, but we carried iracionalidad defeat, we will consume the most exquisite fruits that today gives us the moon and sun that awaits us!
combustion! Burn! Burn! there is no choice, nor segndas opportunities or longer and .!!!!! Recover
broder ..!
force! Bull
We had to stay in the rural Hostal El Zorro in the small town of Barranda eighteen kilometers from Caravaca. The accommodation we had booked in January and at that time were full of hotels and guest house in Caravaca. The Hostal El Zorro, does not deserve more attention as it was mediocre, not the facilities are quite good but small details that make you uncomfortable stay, lack of cleanliness, taps in poor condition due to the limestone aggregate, pulling warm water to cold, lack of pillows to supplement existing, poor insulation between rooms, squeaking hinges, toilet seat sagging, TV too small, etc., paying correctable things some attention to the establishment and certainly leave a better impression with customers. 
That afternoon we were able to make contact with Caravaca, city beautiful and well kept, slightly higher than Alcalá la Real in population, but much more in their buildings and services. La Gran Vía de Caravaca is impressive and it all decked find us waiting for the festivities that we offer the weekend. The restaurants, cafes and bars left perfectly clear that we were in a city "of possible" where there is money, big money and also, I know spend. 
The story of the Cross of Caravaca is a source of a story that I write soon, but anyone interested in the topic you can find it online without going any further. 
But we split, the Horses of Wine is an ancient celebration that comes from when the late thirteenth century, the city of Caravaca Cross was protected by the order of the Templars. 
Hoy en día solo un caballo lleva dos odres de vino al principio del desfile y en plan testimonial, los pellejos llenos de vino han sido horses replaced by wonderful hand-embroidered costumes complete astounding and touched by your amazing work. Horses 
The festival is spread over all branches of the rocks, becoming the venue for eating and drinking all its members. 
At the same time celebrate the festivities of Moros y Cristianos, one of the most luxurious and impressive in Spain in relation to a city with the number of inhabitants as the Caravaca. The various groups parade accompanied by a band, so that the bands for horses, Moors and Christians, certainly spend a hundred. 
If the dresses are nice Christian knights, let alone those of the Moors, and blackberries, which are changed regularly and almost every year, surpassing many thousand euros. 
Armor, chain mail, helmets, weapons and shields, cloaks and surcoat, are impressive and all of the same group, equal and united, all a delight. 
I should mention that on Saturday at noon we approach the next town of Calasparra, a small town famous for its rice and there we could try rice with rabbit and snails "takes your breath away." Center was the restaurant where we served it, so you know, if you go through Calasparra. 
Two holidays that have passed, but has continued to the May 5. 
course, I highly recommend it to anyone who likes this kind of celebration. The show from the stands that place in the Gran Via de Caravaca is superb, the seats are comfortable and in bars and coffee shops which are in the city We will take exquisite viands, in sweet and savory, to accompany the drinks of wine from the Cross, indispensable for the holidays. 
