Softball Quotes For A Poster

These are the two letters they Nazoa Achilles I promised yesterday. Enjoy!

Creed I believe in Pablo Picasso , almighty, creator of heaven and earth.

I believe in Charlie Chaplin, son of violets and mice, was crucified, died and was buried by time, but every day resurrected in the hearts of men.

I believe in love and art as means to the enjoyment of life everlasting.

I believe in the crickets that inhabit the night of magic crystals.

grinder I believe in living to make your wheel star wonderful.

I believe the air quality of man, set in the memory of Isadora Duncan, swooping like a wounded dove under the pure sky of the Mediterranean.

I believe in chocolate coins treasure secretly under the pillow of my childhood.

I believe in the fable of Orpheus.

I believe in the spell of the music, I do that in the hour of my distress I saw, under the spell of the Pavane by Faure, released out to the sweet and radiant Eurydice in hell of my soul.

believe in Rainer Maria Rilke, hero of the struggle of man for beauty, who sacrificed his life to the act of cutting a rose for a woman.

I believe in the flowers that sprang from the dead teenager Ophelia.

I believe in the silent cry of Achilles against the sea.

I believe in a slender boat that left distantísimo a century ago to meet the dawn, his captain Lord Byron, by his side the sword of the archangel, and with his brow a blaze of stars.

I believe in the dog of Ulysses, the smiling cat in Alice in Wonderland, in Robinson Crusoe's parrot, in mice that pulled Cinderella's car in the Beralfiro Rolando horse, and the bees to build their hive in the heart of Martin Tinajero.

I believe in friendship as the most beautiful invention of man.

I believe in the creative powers of people.

I believe in poetry and, finally, I believe in myself, since I know that someone loves me.

Verbos irregulares

Estos son unos verbos que, a paso de tortuga,
Yo conjugo
Tú conjugas
Él conjuga…

Como sin garantía todo el mundo se inhibe,
yo no escribo,
tú no escribes,
él no escribe.

Sino mil tonterías que, de modo evidente,
yo no siento,
tú no sientes,
él no siente.

Pues de escribir las cosas que uno tiene en el seso,
yo voy preso,
tú vas preso,
él va preso.

O, rumbo al frío Norte, París o Gran Bretaña,
yo me extraño,
tú te extrañas,
él se extraña.

And so, fearing that we catch the fault,
I'll shut up, shut up you
,
he is silent.

Moral: By the law of cookies, which is an eternal law, I
government, your government
,
government.