Monday, May 24, 2010

Incesti Italiani 18 Dvd

Nacencia

Jose Maria Gabriel y Galán. This poem is the last he wrote the author, a few days after the death of his father and also just before his own.


Song
_________________________
_______________________
____________________

not ever think tearful
this song sore
a whim tissue
for a happy muse.
not think that is harmonious
game of a light estrus;
I think
profane nor sound lies
heartbreaking sentences
Heart a brother.

A song of pain
ask me my
suffer like yesterday my Quereres
loves singing requested;
that are larger and
if you sing the happy, well
the sad accents of the verses
sore,
if not heal the wounds
tame the suffering
.

My sorrows are as common as
those hard spines that bristle
thickets
of all spiny.
are deeper than the seas ...
deepest and darkest
a horizon without days
as there is no abyss so deep
as the bottomless pit
of empty entrails.

God made them fire me ...
Why not give them hard
if wanted strength test
blow by blow then?
Why
enriched irrigation
for sowing of love
flower garden that can give
if days then sends
of killer
drought and devastating winds?

Ay! Upon arriving at the gates
pm
of my life,
voice from heaven coming
told me: "now open!
Sign on and on, and not convert
mind to better days,
instead of those loves
of pristine sanctities,
see the deserted ruins of
solar your elders! "

" Better is blind, my God!
is better to go step by step
own demise falling toward the
alone, with sorrow and cold!
vacuum is better to go
that ruins and graves!
are Best
blackness of the darkest night,
that the blackness of the day
that are twice the dark! "

So Crazy pain
with vile little voice said ...
This clay that I have
was who said it, Lord!
why it glow
of You, come to me,
when you spoke I felt
you know you said you:
"Lord's son in front of you
delivered to YOU! "

mourn Just my luck,
just leave open
of that injury the door,
died a sad death.
More, son of the mighty God I
I have resigned myself to live,
and I letting myself go
the dust of the trail walking
half rein
the field of feeling.

Because if I pay the forehead
on clenched hands,
if towards the sacred ruins
let your mind go,
if I cry the torrent
let me swamped life
if more opened this wound
that fire burning fever,
live like a coward,
died as a suicide.


want to live! The sweetness
of
pleasures enjoyed with ice
suffer
become completely pure.
sight of my misfortunes:
I do not I close my eyes!
Road thistles:
I cover my plants! Cruz
my broken man:
I accept you without anger!

want to live! God is life.
Do not you see that life makes
old age in death
fell to fresh fall?
life Am I not born
of life that give me? For
lives in me join,
if I live not die,
why I live
not die because my garden!

And die with me,
the garden of my love
runneth
flowers painted by God and me coat!
And the north wind behind enemy
of these my old songs,
they are saints
links in a chain
Florida for crown woven
of God's creations.

want to live! A God I
and God will not die,
goes to East
up for the brief tonight.
of light and shadow
am and I want to give them both.
I want to stop me after
robust and holy seed
of this that I have clay,
of this that I have God!

This poem has always been one of my favorites of all authors.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Good Place Watch Avatar

My chala. Avelina







Poem by Boris Elkin. Argentino.

My chala
_____________________________
___________________________
________________________



if not cosa'e Mandingo
or is a gift from heaven
qu'es some say bad,
pa me makes me qu ' Bueno ...
is
Rician dotor told me
Qu'est fatigue that I have
is because of snuff
Qu'est minándome chest
and ordered me let him
if I want to save the leather!
But leaving the snuff,
pa aura I already
old and I have no affirming
tugging memories pa ...
Leaving snuff "said?
If I think something that neither! They
years, many years, I
trabajaba'e herdsman,
when I turned the first chala
pa burn me bored.
How nice it would the hours,
how quickly time flew
and what I felt
man
with chala between your fingers!
When my mother
Thu
no time to give me a kiss ...
who else but me chala
feeling accompanied me
and burned without waivers
provided me comfort!
Later, when love
hit in my chest,
that love life and death qu'es
qu'es triumph and renunciation
and that kills us little by little
dying ... because they live
whether I dressage impatience
honking like a bat!
And finally, What for? Pa
one day sweep across the
Pampero ...
She had no qualms in Aventa
dreams.
When that afternoon I said
lose no more time
and knew that another man
had
Earn your appreciation ...
luckily I had a chala
who knew me advice
hand ym'entretuvo
who was testing the iron!
disposed of changing their
of fondness;
said: "Hacete herdsman.
Nothing better way
qu'el
pa who has no affection. "
nights I will have pasao
lying on the implement
without star shawl
blinking in silence!
Later when life
m'enredó between puebleros
and entered Borroni pages pa
shape the memory,
who else but me chala
helps me write my rhymes!
Leave because
dotor came to me with that story
qu'el of snuff bad
and is minándome chest!
Allow no more than kill me!
If I'm living for!



The photos are on the network. Nostalgic images.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Game Frustrations Rules

download sound effects Tips for a phrase

1.Sonrisas, hand and body gestures can be heard during your performance. Use these tools and resources for reading. 2.When



sound engineer or producer is testing the audio levels and other things, do not say "testing testing, one, two, three ..." with a humble and unpretentious voice. Instead, skip reading the text with the same volume and inflection that you used during labor.



3.Asegúrate to leave a few seconds of silence before beginning to read. Separate your breath from the first word and ventilate your lungs quietly after the last one, without losing concentration at work or tone. This will give the engineers a good time to edit. Also make sure that the roles of the script is not heard in the recording of audio.



4.Where have the option of sitting or standing to do a job, speech, pick up. Not only give more breadth to your diaphragm but you get more control of breathing. You'll also have more freedom of movement to express with their hands and body, which will add much pizzazz to your reading.



5.Pasea while you review your text to relax and study interpretation. Remember to read the text at least twice before recording. This will allow your head read faster than your mouth. For more fluently when Locuto and better match the time of recording. You should practice reading the text aloud.

Projectile Speed From Hunting Rifle

Speech Technology effects

For a TV spot is advisable to have the image of the spot. So the speaker can synchronize every word and every inflection to the rhythm of the images. If the image is not available, we must guide the speaker in the tempo and intonation. After post-production editing the speech to fit the image.

spot to record a picture, it is projected into the recording booth for the speaker to be bound by it. This requires that the recording rooms are adapted to any digital image, which facilitates work with the customer. If you have music is important to pass through the hulls of the recording booth announcer. This allows you to pace of speech to the music.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

What Wire For Powered Subwoofer

Diéguez (Amber)


Today I bring a poem of my friend Amber's blog Thoughts of Amber color.
I recommend to those who do not know it, that you spend to see and read their poems and things.
I like it.


The pictures this time are mine


look back
________________________________ ___________________________
_____________________




look back look at the fields
That there leave of well covered flowers
Reflections of my soul in lakes
I planted seeds in times of
have done a nice colorful coat shine
hills and mountains
With that golden light that I left
hope, so will shine on the road
sprouts of my heart, you go marching
And I feel like escaping from my hands
Those sweet children
love so much
I keep walking on my way
Come and return is my destiny
Just ask some of this time
To rest my soul and my body
The years have left me van
Wrinkles on the face, eyes tired
working hunched shoulders
From all that I leave satisfied
Three morning stars twinkle
Following the path I have drawn
trip and I hope if twist
gathered pace and keep walking
With souls to both support
And not feel alone and frustrated
Life is a treacherous jungle
If I was always lurking
And could clean their steps
weed
would see my erect shoots well
Continue your path straight
am the mother alone rueful
By not being able to give a better life
No black clouds and storms
Covering the sun shines their mornings
Watching them run around with enthusiasm
full of energy and force their bodies
Her eyes shine with joy
know that they are attached, each day
as a mother is what I just ask
And in his heart , feel my heartbeat.