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For Elsa Pataky me to see it a little too fondoncilla. Not that I dislike as an ornament, much less as a human being, but the truth is that excites me the roll malnourished, if not fear, and probably just an angry reaction from the director of the Institute for Women, I would say that anorexics are some young fans to not mind putting their health at risk in exclusive benefit of Beauty and for me that is the ultimate expression of love of Art, in the broad sense of the words love and art. Each is what it is and I have always been among those who prefer subtlety to the firmness and the ethereal to the corporeal: I disagree on this point and I do not know whether any more with the seventeenth-century Flemish painters, who lost the girls with ass for about carrying a yoke of oxen, strong ladies that today would have serious problems to be accepted by her classmates and all the papers to be designated as the prototype embarrassing citizen who can not eat in nutrition programs on TV. Or was this or that, as happens now, skinny models were paid ten or twenty times more than the others and, by definition, artists of the moment in a hurry could not afford the luxury of hiring and Asia because of the wine and his forced allegiance to a diet low in phosphorus were not able to paint from memory.
Yes, I blindly for the mannequins light as goose feathers and prevent them from my view that the parade in the most select gateways is an exercise in discrimination of the worst kind. It is possible that thinness are setting a bad example to youth, but that is precisely what they have been doing the Rolling Stones during the past forty-five years and yet we extend the carpet red back where they go and to complete the play threw flowers at his feet and rose petals. The Beatles. The Beatles were also fed a reference harmful for adolescents of the time and look you in the high concept that they now have all four. We can not mistreat the silly walk and crazy people and then elevate it at the end of decades because if we lose credibility and are taken by a kind of aesthetic and intellectual vanes and will throw overboard all the credit we're gone gained over the years as judges of what's hot and what instead is not cool and no longer rely on our ability to discern. If we are to crush the helpless girls squalid fashion, we took a deep examination of conscience before and after tomorrow's make sure that we will not feel the urge to correct and put them in the clouds, and certainly I think they deserve.
I think if I was forced to choose between swallowing a ham sandwich and passive contemplation of the palm of a Romanian postadolescents model did not over three days last ingested solid food ration comforting hot soup or me decantaría without hesitation for the second alternative, and most wonderful of all, I'm sure that if she had to choose between the same tasty snack and any other snack that including myself a little less fattening of course I too would be decided by the B: we live in a complex world and people and animals in our opinion we are attractive in turn are governed by a canon in which the best as well to occur that we come and there is just as daisies emerge as the mud the fierce desire and carnal passion. Things are rarely black or white and are usually darkly stained a range of grays and on top of confusion here everyone sees colors in a way and what for some is yellow green shoots for others it is Quite the contrary. Even knowing that the phrase does not stop making sense and therefore take syllable confusion to readers that we are all colorblind tell ourselves: is a natural law according to which none but men really twisted it may seem that your children and grandchildren are ugly or that the object of his selfless love is ignoble and grossly fat or skinny as a greyhound hungry and does not deserve parade where he pleases or to be photographed in the foreground and the humanitarian without first receiving a visit from a skilled makeup homosexual.

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God save the Queen


I've never understood why the British phlegm. According to my dictionary, which is very complete and up to date, is a label it a gob phlegm. However, the British, phlegmatic or not, I fall very well, especially the humorous distance facing the world and stuff. We have much to learn from them, and to do us no choice but to study their curious language, and who otherwise would hardly least we get the advantage of the lessons. To begin with, and get a goal we can achieve even without understanding a word the language of Shakespeare, you should back the flag. The flag of Great Britain is a sea of \u200b\u200bcute rag that looks as good off the facade of the United Nations in an imitation leather jacket punk. In terms of design and visual claw gives two hundred laps to ours, that despite the capacity exceeds of affright and colorful. With the British flag can go anywhere, but with Spain only manifestations of the AVT and the party that loses the football team.
Then there's the anthem. The anthem of Great Britain is majestic and orchestral, and ours seems a sort of village pasodoble verbena. When you hear the God Save the Queen, which was probably made to commemorate a historic regional trouble was supposed that it could only be solved by providential divine intervention, I feel like patriotic deeds epic undertaking, and when he hears what the other want is to get a girl to dance caught and try to get their hands on the sly and convincing for him to come to the era: two impulses which certainly bear a direct relation to the role played by each country on the world. The symbols of a nation tells us much about the essence of it, and the United Kingdom speak of dignity, poise and sumptuous breakfast including fried eggs and three slices of bacon. It's easy to go around being in London: all assume that you are a gentleman and strive to be well with you and keep up the circumstances.
Every man with a deep knowledge of the environment and the idiosyncrasies of one thousand territories in the world map is both Francophobe and Anglophile. I was born English and hatred of man upstairs I assumed as the value to a recruit anonymous, so I want to record here my love of English and by extension Britishness. I am a devotee of mushroom hats, pints of beer, cloudy days, tea and cakes at tea time with cookies, the complimentary close to the involvement and timing that borders on the sick, and if I have to choose between the Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower and the Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas and order the three monuments according to my preferences, I will without a trace of doubt in my voice or with a firm stroke if the survey is presented to me in writing and will proclaim or garabatearé name first round the clock, then the legendary arena and last if there is no alternative to the apparently unfinished the Parisian building.
why I always make a fool when a man dressed in thug comes up to me on the street and asks me for a firm to give us back Gibraltar: Gibraltar to me is and will guiri much that one day the fickle international law may put back into our irresponsible hands, thereby exposing its inhabitants to who knows what disasters pure, traditional life. Gibraltar is a piece of Britain that beats in our land as my heart is an organ that says pom pom accents of Surrey in my chest. I would like to be civilized as the English and the only way to do that I can think is allowed to colonize us in a position, with nuclear submarines and secret military bases full of brave soldiers, and not to low cost flights full of hooligans and septuagenarian who come to us looking for easy sex and cheap drinks and that the effect of alcohol or years have forgotten the beautiful values \u200b\u200bthat inspired the heroes who laid the foundations of his country.