Yesterday we left Christmas day Isidro Gimeno, a good man who was always connected to the cycling world with his wife Nuri.
Since this is my small tribute.
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Papiol, març 14, 2010.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Baby Walker Replacement Wheels
GOODBYE TO A GOOD FRIEND, 26 desembre 2010
Yesterday we left Christmas day Isidro Gimeno, a good man who was always connected to the cycling world with his wife Nuri.
Since this is my small tribute.
Papiol, març 14, 2010.
Yesterday we left Christmas day Isidro Gimeno, a good man who was always connected to the cycling world with his wife Nuri.
Since this is my small tribute.
Papiol, març 14, 2010.
How To Hang Puzzle On Wall
BIOGRAFÍA (Poema de Jaime Gurdian)
Me?
I only sadness I have,
airport Tristezas
endless airport corridors claims, Night flights
, Farewell
wet glass walls.
Amores and close friends
What I did not see any more in life,
Me?
I live just dismissed.
Love me goodbye at the corners. Or
horrible evening hours,
Sometimes in a taxi, bus
Or that evaporates with my empty eyes, watching
Or a handkerchief from a window on a train to be forgotten.
(Buenos Aires 1978).
I only sadness I have poets,
I love mine, I say my last goodbye
We no longer read. There are more important matters in life ... I think.
solo writing this April afternoon in exile long
Under relentless rain of San Jose who takes pity on me,
And with me.
Me?
Keep, with phobias of airports,
still cry when boarding an airplane,
I see my parents from the window of the old plane
Cup
On the terrace of Managua Airport
Waving her arms Saying goodbye
Me Forever,
(December 13, 1971)
In my student trip south.
I saved from dying
accidental encounters Leon
And in Ithaca.
Embraces of my brothers poets
And beer. Jaime Buitrago Gil
in the morning reading my Leon
His last poem of dropouts.
I also saved this girl's smile
Far,
Taken one evening to the English sun
In an Iberia plane
(September 3, 2009)
hope I saved
And the time machine Wells,
Where I would go without fear
Without anxiety, without having to take a few drinks
To soothe the anguish coming to me crying. 
I only sadness I have,
airport Tristezas
endless airport corridors claims, Night flights
, Farewell
wet glass walls.
Amores and close friends
What I did not see any more in life,
Me?
I live just dismissed.
Love me goodbye at the corners. Or
horrible evening hours,
Sometimes in a taxi, bus
Or that evaporates with my empty eyes, watching
Or a handkerchief from a window on a train to be forgotten.
(Buenos Aires 1978).
I only sadness I have poets,
I love mine, I say my last goodbye
We no longer read. There are more important matters in life ... I think.
solo writing this April afternoon in exile long
Under relentless rain of San Jose who takes pity on me,
And with me.
Me?
Keep, with phobias of airports,
still cry when boarding an airplane,
I see my parents from the window of the old plane
Cup
On the terrace of Managua Airport
Waving her arms Saying goodbye
Me Forever,
(December 13, 1971)
In my student trip south.
I saved from dying
accidental encounters Leon
And in Ithaca.
Embraces of my brothers poets
And beer. Jaime Buitrago Gil
in the morning reading my Leon
His last poem of dropouts.
I also saved this girl's smile
Far,
Taken one evening to the English sun
In an Iberia plane
(September 3, 2009)
hope I saved
And the time machine Wells,
Where I would go without fear
Without anxiety, without having to take a few drinks
To soothe the anguish coming to me crying.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Easton Sv12 Ssv1b Fastpitch Reviews
Poema de Jaime Buitrago Gil (Nicaragua)
SELF
no longer read and write only.
By breathing, My lungs whistle
As full of reeds;
If I raise my arm
Pointing to a cloud, thunder
shoulder Like a broken mast.
A flock can not see
strikes me with his wings;
A bottomless pit
I pulled the feet.
The look flat
Walk the horizon above
not
Ni below. 
Jaime Buitrago Gil (Nicaragua)
no longer read and write only.
By breathing, My lungs whistle
As full of reeds;
If I raise my arm
Pointing to a cloud, thunder
shoulder Like a broken mast.
A flock can not see
strikes me with his wings;
A bottomless pit
I pulled the feet.
The look flat
Walk the horizon above
not
Ni below.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Mount Blade Gratis Codu
LOS RELEGADOS DE LA TIERRA
Alberto Cabredo-Panama "Flowers are the called unscented flowers fragrant flowers."
Antonio Porchia
That morning, against all logic , rose as it did in better times, fixed as it used to and went to the supermarket. He was careful to go down the stairs slowly to avoid falling because of the missing steps. Upon leaving, the walk home hurry, their quest was simple, always shopping for victualling his house. It was a task that took pains every fortnight. On those occasions, he would hum softly, bajiiiito, a paragraph of the song sorry Borincano the great composer Rafael Hernandez says "Sale overjoyed with her cargo to the city, oh! for the city. Bring in your thinking, a whole world full of happiness, alas! of happiness. "
Lolita came to Supermarket, lateral to the Tropical Theatre, took a forklift with a radiant smile and giving the good morning began to fill the same with all that was required at home. In this activity, consulting with great interest rates, effective dates, quality of fruit and perishables. Completed its journey, the truck parked between the shelves of the establishment and retired to his residence.
The manager merely observe his departure and while rearranging the groceries, the cashier he rebuked his lack of action in this ritual that is repeated continuously every two weeks. He simply shrugged his shoulders and he repeated: - Do not fret, it is likely that their only common thread with the little sanity that should fit, his only link to the life and had already lost, the farce that is mounted on the supermarket. Who am I to destroy the fiction that keeps your feet still stuck on the ground?
Neither imagined that the lady half composed and thin, was once a senior official of various governments and even the country owed him a significant achievements. However, diminished energy and lost contact, was rejected as defective in factory gear, and therefore, bad living on a meager allowance from social security in a neighborhood forgotten the grace of the gods, being their only sin - as that of all his fellows - to live.
While not believe me, the wind has its ironies and protests (just pay attention). So, seeing her lentito slow walking back home, always whistling, without her noticing, another paragraph of regret Borincano: "Spend the entire morning ... no one wants to buy his load ay! buy your load. Everything, everything is deserted, the town is full of need, alas! of need. " 
Antonio Porchia
That morning, against all logic , rose as it did in better times, fixed as it used to and went to the supermarket. He was careful to go down the stairs slowly to avoid falling because of the missing steps. Upon leaving, the walk home hurry, their quest was simple, always shopping for victualling his house. It was a task that took pains every fortnight. On those occasions, he would hum softly, bajiiiito, a paragraph of the song sorry Borincano the great composer Rafael Hernandez says "Sale overjoyed with her cargo to the city, oh! for the city. Bring in your thinking, a whole world full of happiness, alas! of happiness. "
Lolita came to Supermarket, lateral to the Tropical Theatre, took a forklift with a radiant smile and giving the good morning began to fill the same with all that was required at home. In this activity, consulting with great interest rates, effective dates, quality of fruit and perishables. Completed its journey, the truck parked between the shelves of the establishment and retired to his residence.
The manager merely observe his departure and while rearranging the groceries, the cashier he rebuked his lack of action in this ritual that is repeated continuously every two weeks. He simply shrugged his shoulders and he repeated: - Do not fret, it is likely that their only common thread with the little sanity that should fit, his only link to the life and had already lost, the farce that is mounted on the supermarket. Who am I to destroy the fiction that keeps your feet still stuck on the ground?
Neither imagined that the lady half composed and thin, was once a senior official of various governments and even the country owed him a significant achievements. However, diminished energy and lost contact, was rejected as defective in factory gear, and therefore, bad living on a meager allowance from social security in a neighborhood forgotten the grace of the gods, being their only sin - as that of all his fellows - to live.
While not believe me, the wind has its ironies and protests (just pay attention). So, seeing her lentito slow walking back home, always whistling, without her noticing, another paragraph of regret Borincano: "Spend the entire morning ... no one wants to buy his load ay! buy your load. Everything, everything is deserted, the town is full of need, alas! of need. "
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Get Rid Of Gingivitis Cats
Poema de Abelardo Sewell Tyndell (Tico panameño)
I
Who
have predicted events of horror and terror, for a people trusted government
MEDIOCRATES;
knelt before altars
promises as fog and birth pangs,
to solve everyday problems.
regardless of the consequences of
atrocious events these days
not responsible for faults identified?
could export words
discharged by the seats arranged in unpunished.
are promises, actions, cries, decrees ...
That curdle in flowers of a single day,
life is fraught with impermanence in time.
seems that nothing we have learned since,
we ignore the more recent past. 
Who
have predicted events of horror and terror, for a people trusted government
MEDIOCRATES;
knelt before altars
promises as fog and birth pangs,
to solve everyday problems.
regardless of the consequences of
atrocious events these days
not responsible for faults identified?
could export words
discharged by the seats arranged in unpunished.
are promises, actions, cries, decrees ...
That curdle in flowers of a single day,
life is fraught with impermanence in time.
seems that nothing we have learned since,
we ignore the more recent past.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Soluce Cheerleader Pusooy
YO THE WORST OF ALL-Poem Santos Cristobal (Nicaragua)
I the worst of all
said Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
And I
As much as I tried
not understand her
Until one day
are sprayed
The stars
Planets
fade butterflies.
They
I
I have argued
With the pulse
In my restless heart
In my heart
I
the worst of all
He repeated Sor Juana
And I did not understand.
Until today
If I can understand
Because from deep
Of Love
I breathed
imperfect
of my being. 
LA BOHEMIA-Frans Hals (Dutch)
I
said Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
And I
As much as I tried
not understand her
Until one day
are sprayed
The stars
Planets
fade butterflies.
They
I
I have argued
With the pulse
In my restless heart
In my heart
I
the worst of all
He repeated Sor Juana
And I did not understand.
Until today
If I can understand
Because from deep
Of Love
I breathed
imperfect
of my being.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Can Working Out Cause Outbreaks
CALL TO STRENGTHEN THE FRATERNITY BETWEEN COSTA RICA AND NICARAGUA
We, intellectuals and artists committed to reason, ethics and brotherhood that consolidate peace and harmony among peoples of the world, we view with deep concern that the politicking trap , blind nationalism and chauvinism electioneering assembled to bring down to Costa Rica and Nicaragua. We are not lawyers authorized to adjudicate in a complex conflict of interests and nuances, and we depend on international law that provides tools to avoid force. Writers and artists especially Costa Ricans and Nicaraguans, rational solidarity with writers and artists in the world endorse this call to reaffirm the brotherhood between our peoples, we are satisfied that it is the duty of our governments sit down and talk about a binational project development human and environmental protection in the San Juan Basin, before sending troops or make rhetorical statements and fans, not to divide the waters of a river Nicaraguan San Juan River, whose destino histórico es unir a Centroamérica entera.
No podemos ahogarnos en el río. No debemos encallar en sus raudales. No podemos tolerar que se irrespete la soberanía de ningún país, como tampoco que en patrioterismos prefabricados se agazapen los oportunistas de siempre. Tenemos que evitar que se derrame una sola gota de sangre, pues a estas alturas esa gota inclinará la balanza entre civilización y barbarie, a favor de esta última. Somos pueblos civilizados -orgullosos de una gran cultura compartida-, y a ticos y nicas nos consta tener una inquebrantable vocación de libertad. Ticos y nicas proclamamos que si hay que dar sangre, con gusto la daremos como exemplary democratic transfusion to preserve and protect the life of neighboring historic neighbor, indissoluble brotherhood Abeles transforms us into ever-vigilant against the Cains.
Today, xenophobia and irrationality, once again make clear their old claims and purposes seudonacionalismo William Walker and the patriots. Once again we must unite against all filibusters, civilization, reason and brotherhood nested soul and mind. Therefore we encourage dialogue and fellowship to this new conflict, given the vastness and majesty of the Rio San Juan, is a tiny swamp. Both splendor is to avoid drowning in hate. It is as if nature had endowed Nicaragua of a river where it is all the peace of the world. A river itself is a lesson of serenity. Saying that we live with the sound of the water downstream or upstream, to live is both necessary and navigate. To navigate to live in peace. They summon and we autoconvocados to be guardians of the peace and heralds of that harmony.
Intellectuals and artists
No podemos ahogarnos en el río. No debemos encallar en sus raudales. No podemos tolerar que se irrespete la soberanía de ningún país, como tampoco que en patrioterismos prefabricados se agazapen los oportunistas de siempre. Tenemos que evitar que se derrame una sola gota de sangre, pues a estas alturas esa gota inclinará la balanza entre civilización y barbarie, a favor de esta última. Somos pueblos civilizados -orgullosos de una gran cultura compartida-, y a ticos y nicas nos consta tener una inquebrantable vocación de libertad. Ticos y nicas proclamamos que si hay que dar sangre, con gusto la daremos como exemplary democratic transfusion to preserve and protect the life of neighboring historic neighbor, indissoluble brotherhood Abeles transforms us into ever-vigilant against the Cains.
Today, xenophobia and irrationality, once again make clear their old claims and purposes seudonacionalismo William Walker and the patriots. Once again we must unite against all filibusters, civilization, reason and brotherhood nested soul and mind. Therefore we encourage dialogue and fellowship to this new conflict, given the vastness and majesty of the Rio San Juan, is a tiny swamp. Both splendor is to avoid drowning in hate. It is as if nature had endowed Nicaragua of a river where it is all the peace of the world. A river itself is a lesson of serenity. Saying that we live with the sound of the water downstream or upstream, to live is both necessary and navigate. To navigate to live in peace. They summon and we autoconvocados to be guardians of the peace and heralds of that harmony.
San José, Costa Rica, and Managua, Nicaragua, on the 18th day of November 2010.
Intellectuals and artists
Costa Rican and Nicaraguan
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Ip Wow Receiver Te Koop
Poema de César del Vasto (Panama) OLD WORDS
Dreams and Awakenings
The good feelings
cursed
They shoot darts at the good habit
Visit often stir up a hornet's nest forms Or throw
greetings to
knuckleheads
However
Ignoring the punishments and rewards
Like a rock in front of a mirror
I hope the appointed time
The right time
The fortuitous moment
In
I can stand And say, to the four compass roses
Not enough wine in my wake, or the clandestine kiss, a coitus interruptus! 
Dreams and Awakenings The good feelings
cursed
They shoot darts at the good habit
Visit often stir up a hornet's nest forms Or throw
greetings to
knuckleheads
However
Ignoring the punishments and rewards
Like a rock in front of a mirror
I hope the appointed time
The right time
The fortuitous moment
In
I can stand And say, to the four compass roses
Not enough wine in my wake, or the clandestine kiss, a coitus interruptus!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Price Wholesale Chicken
Durán Enrique Godoy (Guatemala)
old words
arpeggios Shakes
of memories, illusions.
are the same yesterday
old words
Those who write in poet's dream.
Who will want to hear?
The home alone
The wind seeping through cracks
The neighbor's dog ...
Who will want to hear?
old words!
Feelings of love and tenderness
Witnesses painful goodbyes
rescue of shipwreck without
But ...
are the same words
you get back that moment
When you spoke my name
Half complaint, half cry
In the blue silence of the night
Remember?
When you, gazelle timid, frightened
take cover in the nest of my arms
dropwise and drank the water of pleasure
The River of Dreams made
" Remember?
trembled with passion our two souls
Our lips were sought
satisfied ... They clung
What a great time and that crazy!
Remember?
Who will want to hear?
old words!
Friday, November 5, 2010
Goldfish Has Something Stuc
Questions from a Worker Who Reads -
Who built Thebes of the seven gates?
The books mention the names of kings.
Did the kings haul the stones?
And Babylon, many times destroyed, Who built it so many times?
In what houses of Lima, the glittering gold, lived the masons?
Where were the builders finished the night the Wall of China?
magna Rome is full of triumphal arches. Who built them?
To whom won the Caesars? Byzantium, so praised, Does only had palaces for its inhabitants?
Even in the fabled Atlantis, the night he was devoured by the sea, cried the drowning men calling their slaves.
The young Alexander conquered India. alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls is not even a cook with him?
Philip of Spain wept when he sank his fleet, Anyone else cry?
Federico Second won the Seven Years War, who more beat?
Each page a victory. Who cooked it the feast of victory?
Every decade a great character. Who paid the bill?
So many reports, many questions. 
Bertold Brecht
The books mention the names of kings.
Did the kings haul the stones?
And Babylon, many times destroyed, Who built it so many times?
In what houses of Lima, the glittering gold, lived the masons?
Where were the builders finished the night the Wall of China?
magna Rome is full of triumphal arches. Who built them?
To whom won the Caesars? Byzantium, so praised, Does only had palaces for its inhabitants?
Even in the fabled Atlantis, the night he was devoured by the sea, cried the drowning men calling their slaves.
The young Alexander conquered India. alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls is not even a cook with him?
Philip of Spain wept when he sank his fleet, Anyone else cry?
Federico Second won the Seven Years War, who more beat?
Each page a victory. Who cooked it the feast of victory?
Every decade a great character. Who paid the bill?
So many reports, many questions.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Big Boobs In Morrowind
Long live the students!
students live the garden
our joy
are birds that are not frightened animal
no police
and not afraid of bullets
or the barking of the pack.
Caramba and the thing zamba
living astronomy.
I like the students
as the winds that roar
when you put your ear
cassocks or regiments
birds
libertarians like elements. Caramba
and samba thing
EXPERIENCED long live.
I like the students because they raise
chest when told
meal knowing that it is bran
and become the deaf
when presented with fact.
Caramba and samba thing
code of law.
I like the students because they are
yeast bread oven that will
with all his deliciousness
for the mouth of poor eating
bitterly. Caramba
and samba thing alive
literature.
I like
students marching on the ruins
with banners held high
goes all the estudiantina
are chemists and doctors
surgeons and dentists. Caramba
and samba thing live
specialists.
I like
students with clear eloquence
the sacred black bag was lowered
indulgences because even when Mr.
last us this penance. Caramba
and samba thing
living all science. 
Violeta Parra, Chile
our joy
are birds that are not frightened animal
no police
and not afraid of bullets
or the barking of the pack.
Caramba and the thing zamba
living astronomy.
I like the students
as the winds that roar
when you put your ear
cassocks or regiments
birds
libertarians like elements. Caramba
and samba thing
EXPERIENCED long live.
I like the students because they raise
chest when told
meal knowing that it is bran
and become the deaf
when presented with fact.
Caramba and samba thing
code of law.
I like the students because they are
yeast bread oven that will
with all his deliciousness
for the mouth of poor eating
bitterly. Caramba
and samba thing alive
literature.
I like
students marching on the ruins
with banners held high
goes all the estudiantina
are chemists and doctors
surgeons and dentists. Caramba
and samba thing live
specialists.
I like
students with clear eloquence
the sacred black bag was lowered
indulgences because even when Mr.
last us this penance. Caramba
and samba thing
living all science.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Rocco's Big Mess Online
ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD
.bmp)
All the love in the world
fit in my house.
But hatred claim their spaces and the orphaned
requires its share
of death.
whole world fear
the shade is installed
In the corner destined to rot .... Solidarity
night,
last Brothers, Crouching
dawn,
Surprised by the miracle of life
at noon.
All
world grudge Rainin
Bursting,
Killing ... How far, O Lord, how long?
All the hate in the world fits in a bullet. 
.bmp)
Héctor Collado (Panama)
fit in my house.
But hatred claim their spaces and the orphaned
requires its share
of death.
whole world fear
the shade is installed
In the corner destined to rot .... Solidarity
night,
last Brothers, Crouching
dawn,
Surprised by the miracle of life
at noon.
All
world grudge Rainin
Bursting,
Killing ... How far, O Lord, how long?
All the hate in the world fits in a bullet.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Mysore Mallige Vedeos
The Time of Estraperlo
In the early forties began to grow at an alarming rate the black market.
key points were established where groups were operating in communication. When he appeared a police or gendarme, magically disappear. The posts were
prinicpales Ramblas, shipyards, Rodalies Columbus, street Wax, Parallel, San Antonio, Plaza Spain, and others less important.
you spent there and did not see anything, but find everything. Found snuff blonde packs, cigars, farias, ideals and all kinds of tobacco. Under wide skirts and large breasts were hiding bread sticks, chocolate bars at the breast, sausages round the body, etc.. And I they offered a whisper on the street.
After class there was another more curious: out with the train and spread through the province of Lleida and Aragon (banks of five), and bought rice, beans, lentils, sugar and all that came to hand. A lot of bacon and sausage, and chorizo. But they had to go very cautiously with the Guardia Civil.
many systems were developed, employing the most: the Catalan trousers were made wide, tied it tight on the leg, below the Illades, and over the skirt. Well camouflaged and mocked the black market to the Civil Guard, who were fishing like crazy, because requisitioned food for several days free. If they could reach the train, were saved. The genre they loaded the window. They helped each other, occupied the hall and did not move. Arriving in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bSaint Andrew the train to a stop a quarter of an hour or twenty minutes. The women lowered their merchandise and went home with the family that expected. So they had to go through the control of the station exit.
remember a very shocking case: a woman wearing a rooster in a senalla and stuck out his head. Was sewn, and wanted to pay customs, to which she refused.
Another kind of black market were the truckers: between Esparreguera and Martorell, in the fall of Bruc, there was a control. When the truck driver saw, would slow down, put a ticket of 25 pts. as a roadmap, and it did not stop. "They were trail during the day. Sometimes they also wore a disguise to a woman passenger hidden. This was all the documentation needed to travel.
Another category of black market was as follows. In this give 3 names, with whom I lived in prison Lleida: Tomas Miguel Romeo (Head of Brigadilla, Puebla de Hijar), a barber who had worked in the barbershop, Mich., and a certain Cugat, with about 20 more. They had a very clean way of working. Oil tanks with a 5-ton presented in Garrigas Cooperatives, and purchased the oil. While formalizing the sale, presented the Brigadilla, requisitioned the oil and they nailed a penalty. When they stopped, they had to cut the raid because he had implicated senior officials from Barcelona. In prison
lived with important people from the black market. As "the Child", a protégé of Franco. He had hidden in plasterwork, due to a large black marketeers who made a lentil boat sent Eva Peron. I do not know which country had them, but I know I had to run to hide, because students in Madrid wanted to lynch him.
were a difficult time spanning a Spain hungry. And "the Child", a man of five feet, wider than high, played with English food. Yeserías in prison had no connection with anyone. I played turn up the bag of food. He signed the book with a doodle and I never heard his voice nor thanked me. He rose each day a blanket full of medicines and ointments, and had a pyorrhea that frightened. I was at the turn of entry, and had to be revised. Each day had a special visit from his wife, to the Board of Judges, indefinitely and at all hours of the day. 
In the early forties began to grow at an alarming rate the black market.
key points were established where groups were operating in communication. When he appeared a police or gendarme, magically disappear. The posts were
prinicpales Ramblas, shipyards, Rodalies Columbus, street Wax, Parallel, San Antonio, Plaza Spain, and others less important.
you spent there and did not see anything, but find everything. Found snuff blonde packs, cigars, farias, ideals and all kinds of tobacco. Under wide skirts and large breasts were hiding bread sticks, chocolate bars at the breast, sausages round the body, etc.. And I they offered a whisper on the street.
After class there was another more curious: out with the train and spread through the province of Lleida and Aragon (banks of five), and bought rice, beans, lentils, sugar and all that came to hand. A lot of bacon and sausage, and chorizo. But they had to go very cautiously with the Guardia Civil.
many systems were developed, employing the most: the Catalan trousers were made wide, tied it tight on the leg, below the Illades, and over the skirt. Well camouflaged and mocked the black market to the Civil Guard, who were fishing like crazy, because requisitioned food for several days free. If they could reach the train, were saved. The genre they loaded the window. They helped each other, occupied the hall and did not move. Arriving in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bSaint Andrew the train to a stop a quarter of an hour or twenty minutes. The women lowered their merchandise and went home with the family that expected. So they had to go through the control of the station exit.
remember a very shocking case: a woman wearing a rooster in a senalla and stuck out his head. Was sewn, and wanted to pay customs, to which she refused.
Another kind of black market were the truckers: between Esparreguera and Martorell, in the fall of Bruc, there was a control. When the truck driver saw, would slow down, put a ticket of 25 pts. as a roadmap, and it did not stop. "They were trail during the day. Sometimes they also wore a disguise to a woman passenger hidden. This was all the documentation needed to travel.
Another category of black market was as follows. In this give 3 names, with whom I lived in prison Lleida: Tomas Miguel Romeo (Head of Brigadilla, Puebla de Hijar), a barber who had worked in the barbershop, Mich., and a certain Cugat, with about 20 more. They had a very clean way of working. Oil tanks with a 5-ton presented in Garrigas Cooperatives, and purchased the oil. While formalizing the sale, presented the Brigadilla, requisitioned the oil and they nailed a penalty. When they stopped, they had to cut the raid because he had implicated senior officials from Barcelona. In prison
lived with important people from the black market. As "the Child", a protégé of Franco. He had hidden in plasterwork, due to a large black marketeers who made a lentil boat sent Eva Peron. I do not know which country had them, but I know I had to run to hide, because students in Madrid wanted to lynch him.
were a difficult time spanning a Spain hungry. And "the Child", a man of five feet, wider than high, played with English food. Yeserías in prison had no connection with anyone. I played turn up the bag of food. He signed the book with a doodle and I never heard his voice nor thanked me. He rose each day a blanket full of medicines and ointments, and had a pyorrhea that frightened. I was at the turn of entry, and had to be revised. Each day had a special visit from his wife, to the Board of Judges, indefinitely and at all hours of the day.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Newton's Second Law Apollo 13
II VILA DEL GRAN PREMI PAPIOL, March 14, 2010
Second race of the season organized by the Papiol Galvesport, with 99 participants and plenty of wind on a good track, but for me more of the same cut in the early laps and neglect to be folded after giving some Joseph Slack laps, Rosemary, Pep Boixareu, Jordi Ropes and Louis Pepe Serrano and others.
The "other race" has been very fast with many attempts to break in the first round in which my brother but for a problem with a plastic bag in hand has been forced to stop and despite the help from peers Paco Garcia, Jesus Alfredo Navarro Sheriff and could not enter again in the squad, and in front, mid-career break has occurred consists of Santi Alentorn good (Pinturas Grimaldo), Xavi Pérez (sprint club Andorra), and Josep Ferrer (Galvesport), arriving in this order to the finish, highlighting the lap in the final lap the misfortune of being involved in a fall some riders, including Antonio Terrones, Joan Casanovas and Juan Hernandez.
Classification
1 Santi Alentorn (Pinturas Grimaldo)
2nd Xavi Perez (sprint club Andorra)
3rd Jose Ferrer (Galvesport)
Category 50:
1 Jose Nocete (Pinturas Grimaldo)
2nd Emilio Torubia (Mengual)
3rd Jose Ruiz ( Mengual)
Category 60:
1 Joan Manel Borras (Viroelectric)
2nd Christopher Maya (Galvesport)
3rd Daniel Lopez (Torras Suministros)
Teams:
1 Pinturas Grimaldo
2nd Galvesport
3rd CECOC
Femina:
Elena Carbonell (The Delfin Verde)
See you at the next .......
before the race.
My sister Sonia who came to see us from Sant Feliu de Pallerols.
Before departure, Jose Casado, Pedro Fernandez, Javier Jasso, Carles Gasulla, Santi Javier Faricle Alentorn and others.
A Rosemary wheel.
Juan Hernandez, Pedro Fernandez, Ferran Viñas, Josep Gómez Higinio Casado and others in the back of the pack.
Alfredo Navarro, Jesus Sheriff, Paco Garcia and Salva Gálvez in his attempt to bind to the squad after the failure of the latter.
The great escape: Xavi Pérez, Santi Alentorn and Josep Ferrer.
Behind the peloton led by Adolf Garcia.
Sebastián Haro, Josep Bruguera.
My brother Salva, before having to retire.
Juan Hernandez, one of those involved in missing a back drop.
finish line in first position followed by Xavi Alentorn Santi Perez and Jose Ferrer.
Arrival in back of the pack of Manuel Cabello and Jose Manuel Castillo de la ACParets.
My brothers David and Salva.
Salva, Alex and me.
With Joan Carles CC Rock Navas.
Isidro With my good friends and Nuri.
And to finish the morning, back home in tow.
No comment. 
Second race of the season organized by the Papiol Galvesport, with 99 participants and plenty of wind on a good track, but for me more of the same cut in the early laps and neglect to be folded after giving some Joseph Slack laps, Rosemary, Pep Boixareu, Jordi Ropes and Louis Pepe Serrano and others.
The "other race" has been very fast with many attempts to break in the first round in which my brother but for a problem with a plastic bag in hand has been forced to stop and despite the help from peers Paco Garcia, Jesus Alfredo Navarro Sheriff and could not enter again in the squad, and in front, mid-career break has occurred consists of Santi Alentorn good (Pinturas Grimaldo), Xavi Pérez (sprint club Andorra), and Josep Ferrer (Galvesport), arriving in this order to the finish, highlighting the lap in the final lap the misfortune of being involved in a fall some riders, including Antonio Terrones, Joan Casanovas and Juan Hernandez.
Classification
1 Santi Alentorn (Pinturas Grimaldo)
2nd Xavi Perez (sprint club Andorra)
3rd Jose Ferrer (Galvesport)
Category 50:
1 Jose Nocete (Pinturas Grimaldo)
2nd Emilio Torubia (Mengual)
3rd Jose Ruiz ( Mengual)
Category 60:
1 Joan Manel Borras (Viroelectric)
2nd Christopher Maya (Galvesport)
3rd Daniel Lopez (Torras Suministros)
Teams:
1 Pinturas Grimaldo
2nd Galvesport
3rd CECOC
Femina:
Elena Carbonell (The Delfin Verde)
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Sunday, February 28, 2010
Fastest Production Personal Watercraft
IV PREMI INAGURACIO OF VETERANS Ciutat de Barcelona, \u200b\u200bfebrer 28, 2010
First race of the 2010 season and first retirement before being folded by the bunch.
As the first official race of the season has been an interest of more than 100 runners including three females, Marta Vilajosana including champions of Spain and also many new faces, including my team mate Luis Fernandez.
Very well organized by clubs Provençalenc CC, PC Poble Nou Sant Andreu i l'EC.
the ratings were as follows:
1, Mirco Merotto (Cecoco)
2 º Juan Agüero (Pinturas Grimaldo)
3 º Santiago Molina (ACParets)
Category 50
1, Salva Gálvez (Galvesport)
2 nd Daniel Joder (Galvesport)
3 º Antonio Terrones (Cecoco) 60
Category 1, Daniel Lopez (Torras Supplies)
2 º Juan Hernandez (Escola Pratenca)
3 º Ramon Verdaguer (Real León)
Teams:
1 º Cecoco
2 º Galvesport
3 º Pinturas Grimaldo
Féminas Elite:
1 ª Marta Vilajosana (Team Valdarno)
2 Elena Carbonell (El Delfin Verde)
My next appointment will be 14 March in the
II VILA DEL GRAN PREMI PAPIOL organized by Galvesport
Carrera.
with Luis Fernandez.
Luis Fernandez unloading bikes to get to the Villa Olimpica.
before departure.
Luis Fernandez with the number 97.
and I with 96.
With Marta Vilasojana champion Spain, the friendly face today.
Before departure surrounded by Jose Madrigal and Santi Alentorn among others.
Pere Rovira, Joan Oliva, Joe's Serrano, Josep Maria Coma, Jordi Ropes and José Madrigal before the start.
group with whom I have given a few laps before being bent among them were: Alfredo Navarro, Ramon Verdaguer, José Slack, Josep Bruguera, Miquel Parera Joe's Serrano and others.
Jordi Amorós the head of a group in third position followed by Luis Fernandez.
Salva Gálvez platoon at second position followed among others by Adolf Garcia, Josep Ferrer, Santi havoc and Mariano Fermin. Today
First race of the 2010 season and first retirement before being folded by the bunch.
As the first official race of the season has been an interest of more than 100 runners including three females, Marta Vilajosana including champions of Spain and also many new faces, including my team mate Luis Fernandez.
Very well organized by clubs Provençalenc CC, PC Poble Nou Sant Andreu i l'EC.
the ratings were as follows:
1, Mirco Merotto (Cecoco)
2 º Juan Agüero (Pinturas Grimaldo)
3 º Santiago Molina (ACParets)
Category 50
1, Salva Gálvez (Galvesport)
2 nd Daniel Joder (Galvesport)
3 º Antonio Terrones (Cecoco) 60
Category 1, Daniel Lopez (Torras Supplies)
2 º Juan Hernandez (Escola Pratenca)
3 º Ramon Verdaguer (Real León)
Teams:
1 º Cecoco
2 º Galvesport
3 º Pinturas Grimaldo
Féminas Elite:
1 ª Marta Vilajosana (Team Valdarno)
2 Elena Carbonell (El Delfin Verde)
My next appointment will be 14 March in the
II VILA DEL GRAN PREMI PAPIOL organized by Galvesport
Carrera.
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