'New' - After Rat Tail
Born in Calarcá the July 26, 1904. After a trip to Paris and meeting the artistic movements of the time, was 20 when he first returned byron doorbells to the country and beeps published in 1926. He was also a founding member byron doorbells of New literary byron doorbells group. In the course of his public byron doorbells life: Treaty of Aesthetics, 1945 The insurrection collapsed, 1948 The social circumstances in art, 1973, History of statistics in Colombia, 1975, The obreríada, 1979, unpublished poetry, 1982, The Book Ghosts, 1985; Abominable Poems of Barrio de las Nieves, 1985. Luis Vidales byron doorbells received the National Prize for Poetry in 1982. In 1985, the Soviet Union awarded him the Lenin Peace Prize. He died in Bogotá on June 14, 1990.
In the dark corner cafe orchestra is a foreign supplier. The music is watered on the hair. Spend long at the nape of the drunks asleep. Browse the edges of the frames per ambulatory legs of the seats and tables and gesticulating and broken streaks going by passing the murky air. On my plate up into the cake and walking helpless as a fly would travel. Intonsamente spins a button of my Orsey d'. Then-overflow-expands into the atmosphere. Then everything is broader and shoreless as ... Finally the tide falls increasingly distant and more distant islands are a tremor in the air.
I am in the bloody morning of high whistles of freedom along the strike of the fumes, striking trees, winds strike, today the world is born with the dawn well done by our factories.
Stand the river and cease their rumors, do not give her the rose pink conversed, speak the flag colors, stay the parked station. Death to the tree. Do not lift up the hillsides and the wise nightingale say nothing, the light does not rectify its brilliance, and shipped desembárquese water. The sun suspends its divine series; toughen the wind, and do not tell the wide sky and let the weather. No voice speaks its high solitudes that the country stopped being friends and their freedoms are not free!
Life and the same lace linen thread. Une night aurora pedal, lock to lock. Misery is eight shouts the clock to the poor of the earth. A woman in silence sew, sew, sew, fulfills thousand years to turn the wheel.
Lord. We are tired of your days and nights. Your light is too cheap and goes with unfortunate frequency. The nocturnal worlds produce a lousy lighting and our people we have been compelled to sembrarle night globitas electric cosmos. Lord. We bore your lights and we have annoyed your outrageous sunsets. Why the same show every day since you gave winds the world? Lord. Let me now turn the world upside down for the evening byron doorbells are in the morning and the mornings are in the afternoon. Or at least if you can not then Lord pleased Lord we pray you to transfer all your twilight bostezadores to 12 noon. Amen.
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Born in Calarcá the July 26, 1904. After a trip to Paris and meeting the artistic movements of the time, was 20 when he first returned byron doorbells to the country and beeps published in 1926. He was also a founding member byron doorbells of New literary byron doorbells group. In the course of his public byron doorbells life: Treaty of Aesthetics, 1945 The insurrection collapsed, 1948 The social circumstances in art, 1973, History of statistics in Colombia, 1975, The obreríada, 1979, unpublished poetry, 1982, The Book Ghosts, 1985; Abominable Poems of Barrio de las Nieves, 1985. Luis Vidales byron doorbells received the National Prize for Poetry in 1982. In 1985, the Soviet Union awarded him the Lenin Peace Prize. He died in Bogotá on June 14, 1990.
In the dark corner cafe orchestra is a foreign supplier. The music is watered on the hair. Spend long at the nape of the drunks asleep. Browse the edges of the frames per ambulatory legs of the seats and tables and gesticulating and broken streaks going by passing the murky air. On my plate up into the cake and walking helpless as a fly would travel. Intonsamente spins a button of my Orsey d'. Then-overflow-expands into the atmosphere. Then everything is broader and shoreless as ... Finally the tide falls increasingly distant and more distant islands are a tremor in the air.
I am in the bloody morning of high whistles of freedom along the strike of the fumes, striking trees, winds strike, today the world is born with the dawn well done by our factories.
Stand the river and cease their rumors, do not give her the rose pink conversed, speak the flag colors, stay the parked station. Death to the tree. Do not lift up the hillsides and the wise nightingale say nothing, the light does not rectify its brilliance, and shipped desembárquese water. The sun suspends its divine series; toughen the wind, and do not tell the wide sky and let the weather. No voice speaks its high solitudes that the country stopped being friends and their freedoms are not free!
Life and the same lace linen thread. Une night aurora pedal, lock to lock. Misery is eight shouts the clock to the poor of the earth. A woman in silence sew, sew, sew, fulfills thousand years to turn the wheel.
Lord. We are tired of your days and nights. Your light is too cheap and goes with unfortunate frequency. The nocturnal worlds produce a lousy lighting and our people we have been compelled to sembrarle night globitas electric cosmos. Lord. We bore your lights and we have annoyed your outrageous sunsets. Why the same show every day since you gave winds the world? Lord. Let me now turn the world upside down for the evening byron doorbells are in the morning and the mornings are in the afternoon. Or at least if you can not then Lord pleased Lord we pray you to transfer all your twilight bostezadores to 12 noon. Amen.
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