Saturday, April 30, 2011

Mininova Template Vuze

FUTSAL Happy Labour Day

Tree Friends

There are people in our lives that make us happy the mere chance of our paths have crossed. Some

there walking beside us, watching many moons, but others just see them between one step and the next. A call all friends and there are many kinds of them.

Perhaps, each leaf of a tree characterized by one of our friends. The first born of the outbreak are our friends, Mom and Dad, show us what life is.

Then come the "friends brothers" with whom we divide our space to flourish as we are. We

to meet the whole family leaves those who respect and wish well.
The placement introduces us to other friends, we did not know they were going to cross our path.

Many of them call "soul mates" of the heart. They are sincere, are true.

know when we're done, you know what makes us happy. And sometimes, one of those soul mates "explodes" in our heart, and goes on to become a "friend in love." That brightens our eyes, listening to our lips, jumping to our feet.

Moreover, there are those friends "for a while", perhaps for a holiday or a few days or hours. They tend to put many smiles on our face, for as long as we're close.

And speaking of close, we can not forget "distant friends, to those who are on the tips of branches and when the wind blows, always appear one sheet to another.

Our sheets, several born in another summer and others remain many seasons.
But that leaves us most happy is the one that fell, which continued near "food" with their friendship. They are memories of those wonderful moments when they cross our path.

I want you, my tree leaf: PEACE, LOVE, HEALTH, because every person who passes through our lives is "unique" and always leaves a bit of itself and takes some of us.
Maybe there who will take much, but there is not one person that does not leave "something."

This is the greatest responsibility of our LIFE .... and proof that

"THE SOUL IS NOT BY CHANCE."

Mininova Template Vuze

FUTSAL Happy Labour Day

Tree Friends

There are people in our lives that make us happy the mere chance of our paths have crossed. Some

there walking beside us, watching many moons, but others just see them between one step and the next. A call all friends and there are many kinds of them.

Perhaps, each leaf of a tree characterized by one of our friends. The first born of the outbreak are our friends, Mom and Dad, show us what life is.

Then come the "friends brothers" with whom we divide our space to flourish as we are. We

to meet the whole family leaves those who respect and wish well.
The placement introduces us to other friends, we did not know they were going to cross our path.

Many of them call "soul mates" of the heart. They are sincere, are true.

know when we're done, you know what makes us happy. And sometimes, one of those soul mates "explodes" in our heart, and goes on to become a "friend in love." That brightens our eyes, listening to our lips, jumping to our feet.

Moreover, there are those friends "for a while", perhaps for a holiday or a few days or hours. They tend to put many smiles on our face, for as long as we're close.

And speaking of close, we can not forget "distant friends, to those who are on the tips of branches and when the wind blows, always appear one sheet to another.

Our sheets, several born in another summer and others remain many seasons.
But that leaves us most happy is the one that fell, which continued near "food" with their friendship. They are memories of those wonderful moments when they cross our path.

I want you, my tree leaf: PEACE, LOVE, HEALTH, because every person who passes through our lives is "unique" and always leaves a bit of itself and takes some of us.
Maybe there who will take much, but there is not one person that does not leave "something."

This is the greatest responsibility of our LIFE .... and proof that

"THE SOUL IS NOT BY CHANCE."

Friday, April 29, 2011

Forced To Wear Longjohns

PROGRAMMING FROM 27 TO CAFS 30/04



22 pm Wednesday. - 27/04 Poly Real Madrid vs
. San Martin
Referee: Ricardo Rolon
Fidencio Abalos and Friday 22 pm. - 29/04
Metalurgicos vs Poli. Sportivo
Referees: Miguel Alejandro Ortiz
Morel and 22 pm Friday. - Muriel
QRU vs. 29/04. Est Fueguinos
Referees: Juan C.
Bulacio Raul Salazar and Saturday 20 pm - 30/04 Real Madrid vs Poli
. Penguins
Referees: Ricardo Abalos Fidencio
Rolon and Saturday 21.30 pm. Union vs. Fueguina Metalurgicos

Referees: Alejandro Morel and Jorge Baceda

Forced To Wear Longjohns

PROGRAMMING FROM 27 TO CAFS 30/04



22 pm Wednesday. - 27/04 Poly Real Madrid vs
. San Martin
Referee: Ricardo Rolon
Fidencio Abalos and Friday 22 pm. - 29/04
Metalurgicos vs Poli. Sportivo
Referees: Miguel Alejandro Ortiz
Morel and 22 pm Friday. - Muriel
QRU vs. 29/04. Est Fueguinos
Referees: Juan C.
Bulacio Raul Salazar and Saturday 20 pm - 30/04 Real Madrid vs Poli
. Penguins
Referees: Ricardo Abalos Fidencio
Rolon and Saturday 21.30 pm. Union vs. Fueguina Metalurgicos

Referees: Alejandro Morel and Jorge Baceda

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Human Body Motion Sensor Circit Diagram

ARGAF turned to address


Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda

Referees: Salazar and Morel

scorekeeper: Marta and Silvia

PROGRAMMING


Saturday 23/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
14 hours. 2nd. Argentina vs School. November 25

Referee: Jorge Juan Ovando and Baceda
15.30 pm 2nd. Freedom vs.
Metalurgicos Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda
17 hours. 2nd. Maroon vs. Lanus
Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Inter vs.
League Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel

Sunday 24/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Vs Southern Star. Victoria
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando
20 hours. 1st. Soldasur vs. Escuela Argentina
Referees: Juan Morel
Alejandro Ovando and 21.30 pm. 1st. Vs.Instituto SportingRG
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando

Human Body Motion Sensor Circit Diagram

ARGAF turned to address


Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda

Referees: Salazar and Morel

scorekeeper: Marta and Silvia

PROGRAMMING


Saturday 23/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
14 hours. 2nd. Argentina vs School. November 25

Referee: Jorge Juan Ovando and Baceda
15.30 pm 2nd. Freedom vs.
Metalurgicos Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda
17 hours. 2nd. Maroon vs. Lanus
Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Inter vs.
League Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel

Sunday 24/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Vs Southern Star. Victoria
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando
20 hours. 1st. Soldasur vs. Escuela Argentina
Referees: Juan Morel
Alejandro Ovando and 21.30 pm. 1st. Vs.Instituto SportingRG
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando

Friday, April 22, 2011

How Loud Can A Car Stereo Be Before It Is Illegal

"The Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda


Talk about the famous book: 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, all the same to do about a Beethoven symphony, a painting by Goya and do on the pyramids of Egypt. In one aspect of comparison valid. Since it is doing on one of the greatest works of art of all time. When Neruda poems published in 1924 this had nothing more than 19 years old and was one of his most representative works, among so many beautiful poems. But do not talk about the poems as such on this occasion, but may soon do so because in it are my favorite poems of Mr. Neruda. For now only will post the poem that ends the book: A Song of Despair. For being one of my favorites, and also for what it represents in my life, why can not miss on my blog.

undoubtedly because she was a journey at sea. Adventurous and maddening. Enchanting, where they heard sirens and came face to face fear and shame. But in the end was a wreck, and the man who enjoyed the sea in the company ended only in the sands of a desert island, beyond the end of the world, against the black solitude of the islands. She was a breeze and it was the salt. It was the sound of the sea and all that the gods muttered, but now all she was sinking. For

who have not read it, enjoy it:

The Song of Despair

memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
is the time to go, left Oh!

cold rain on my heart blossoms.
Oh pit of debris fierce cave of the shipwrecked

you accumulated in the wars and the flights.
From you the wings of the song birds.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Anxiety
pilot fury blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love
. In you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, I lay
sadness. In you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow. I walked
beyond desire and act.

Oh flesh, my flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
to you in this hour wet, I raise my song.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion
of shattered like a glass.

was the black solitude of the islands, and there
woman of love, took me in your arms.
Era thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the land of your soul, and the cross of your arms!

My desire for you was the most terrible and short
the most turbulent and drunken, how tensed and avid. Cemetery of kisses
there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn
bird pecked.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and effort
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
That was my destiny and in it my longing to travel, and he fell
my longing. In you everything sank!

Oh, sense of debris, everything fell into you.
not express What pain? What are you not drowned!?

From billow to billow you still called and sang,
Standing like a sailor on the bow of a boat.
still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well!

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer
. In you everything sank!

is the hour of departure, the hard cold
hours the night fastens to all the time.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands. Ah
beyond everything, beyond all ah.
is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!




How Loud Can A Car Stereo Be Before It Is Illegal

"The Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda


Talk about the famous book: 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, all the same to do about a Beethoven symphony, a painting by Goya and do on the pyramids of Egypt. In one aspect of comparison valid. Since it is doing on one of the greatest works of art of all time. When Neruda poems published in 1924 this had nothing more than 19 years old and was one of his most representative works, among so many beautiful poems. But do not talk about the poems as such on this occasion, but may soon do so because in it are my favorite poems of Mr. Neruda. For now only will post the poem that ends the book: A Song of Despair. For being one of my favorites, and also for what it represents in my life, why can not miss on my blog.

undoubtedly because she was a journey at sea. Adventurous and maddening. Enchanting, where they heard sirens and came face to face fear and shame. But in the end was a wreck, and the man who enjoyed the sea in the company ended only in the sands of a desert island, beyond the end of the world, against the black solitude of the islands. She was a breeze and it was the salt. It was the sound of the sea and all that the gods muttered, but now all she was sinking. For

who have not read it, enjoy it:

The Song of Despair

memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
is the time to go, left Oh!

cold rain on my heart blossoms.
Oh pit of debris fierce cave of the shipwrecked

you accumulated in the wars and the flights.
From you the wings of the song birds.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Anxiety
pilot fury blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love
. In you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, I lay
sadness. In you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow. I walked
beyond desire and act.

Oh flesh, my flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
to you in this hour wet, I raise my song.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion
of shattered like a glass.

was the black solitude of the islands, and there
woman of love, took me in your arms.
Era thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the land of your soul, and the cross of your arms!

My desire for you was the most terrible and short
the most turbulent and drunken, how tensed and avid. Cemetery of kisses
there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn
bird pecked.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and effort
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
That was my destiny and in it my longing to travel, and he fell
my longing. In you everything sank!

Oh, sense of debris, everything fell into you.
not express What pain? What are you not drowned!?

From billow to billow you still called and sang,
Standing like a sailor on the bow of a boat.
still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well!

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer
. In you everything sank!

is the hour of departure, the hard cold
hours the night fastens to all the time.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands. Ah
beyond everything, beyond all ah.
is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!




Wednesday, April 20, 2011

How Much Is Earthquake Subwoofers

ARGAF FUTSAL AFA met with Carlos PISANO



How Much Is Earthquake Subwoofers

ARGAF FUTSAL AFA met with Carlos PISANO



Thursday, April 14, 2011

Mature In Girdle Stockings

Wash me, dirty!


This is a practical example, expensive readers, the value of brands.

Al Laverap I do not go up or at gunpoint. There would only wash my clothes if the owners were relatives or close friends of mine.
below
Al Laverap entered as one enters a booth knowing full well, almost unconscious way, what do you get in return.

There is no value in the above have better and newer washing machines or the lady that iron is a marvel of skill and care or that you always meet good face. The problem is that I will not be never learn that and I will stay at the door, calculating how many kinds of roaches will walk on my shirts before entering the washing machine ...

What continues to soften, without being contrary to mitigating this remarkable graphics, is the deep respect corporate you had the person in charge of painting the facade of the top local binding between the V and E and general inclination of the entire brand. What a guy says an observer.

Mature In Girdle Stockings

Wash me, dirty!


This is a practical example, expensive readers, the value of brands.

Al Laverap I do not go up or at gunpoint. There would only wash my clothes if the owners were relatives or close friends of mine.
below
Al Laverap entered as one enters a booth knowing full well, almost unconscious way, what do you get in return.

There is no value in the above have better and newer washing machines or the lady that iron is a marvel of skill and care or that you always meet good face. The problem is that I will not be never learn that and I will stay at the door, calculating how many kinds of roaches will walk on my shirts before entering the washing machine ...

What continues to soften, without being contrary to mitigating this remarkable graphics, is the deep respect corporate you had the person in charge of painting the facade of the top local binding between the V and E and general inclination of the entire brand. What a guy says an observer.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

M Jak Milosc Odcinki Online 801

"The Raven" Edgar Allan Poe of predictions in the literature


months ago ago I placed one of the translations of the famous poem - The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe's teacher, along with a dedicated text; today I decided to place the poem in its original language (the English) to enjoy those interests and to supplement that text.

See: "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe .

Thanks for reading! Remember to leave your comments and follow me on Twitter account. Will update more often soon.


The Raven

One upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over
Many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I
Nodder, Nearly napping, Suddenly There Came a tapping, As of
Some One side gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'T is Some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door――
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; ――vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow ――sorrow for the lost
Lenore――
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name
Lenore――
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me――filled me with fantastic terrors never left before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating;
" 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door――
Some late visitor entreating entrance at mt chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" ――here I opened wide the
door;――
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream
before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
"Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!"――
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," say I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mytery explore――
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore;――
" 'T is the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stepped or stayed
he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door――
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door――
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "at sure
no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore――
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning――little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door――
Bird or beast upon the sculpture bust above his chamber door,
With such anme as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he
fluttered――
Till I scarcely more then muttered: "Other friends have flown
before――
On the morrow he will leave me as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken.
"Doubtless," said I, "What it utters is its only stock and store,
Caugth from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his song one burden bore――
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of'Never――nevermpre."
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore――
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating, o'er
She Shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee――by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite――respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" Said I, "thing of evil!――prophet still, if bird or devil!――
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted――
On this home by Horror hainted, ――tell me truly, I implore――
Is there―― is there balm in Gilead?――tell me――tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" Said I, "thing of evil!――prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us――by that God we both adore――
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, withim the distant Aidenn,
it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore――
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"be that word our sign of parting, bird or friend!" I shiked,
upstarting――
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!――quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak form out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted――nevermore!


M Jak Milosc Odcinki Online 801

"The Raven" Edgar Allan Poe of predictions in the literature


months ago ago I placed one of the translations of the famous poem - The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe's teacher, along with a dedicated text; today I decided to place the poem in its original language (the English) to enjoy those interests and to supplement that text.

See: "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe .

Thanks for reading! Remember to leave your comments and follow me on Twitter account. Will update more often soon.


The Raven

One upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over
Many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I
Nodder, Nearly napping, Suddenly There Came a tapping, As of
Some One side gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'T is Some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door――
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; ――vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow ――sorrow for the lost
Lenore――
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name
Lenore――
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me――filled me with fantastic terrors never left before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating;
" 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door――
Some late visitor entreating entrance at mt chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" ――here I opened wide the
door;――
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream
before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
"Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!"――
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," say I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mytery explore――
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore;――
" 'T is the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stepped or stayed
he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door――
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door――
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "at sure
no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore――
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning――little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door――
Bird or beast upon the sculpture bust above his chamber door,
With such anme as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he
fluttered――
Till I scarcely more then muttered: "Other friends have flown
before――
On the morrow he will leave me as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken.
"Doubtless," said I, "What it utters is its only stock and store,
Caugth from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his song one burden bore――
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of'Never――nevermpre."
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore――
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating, o'er
She Shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee――by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite――respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" Said I, "thing of evil!――prophet still, if bird or devil!――
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted――
On this home by Horror hainted, ――tell me truly, I implore――
Is there―― is there balm in Gilead?――tell me――tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" Said I, "thing of evil!――prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us――by that God we both adore――
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, withim the distant Aidenn,
it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore――
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"be that word our sign of parting, bird or friend!" I shiked,
upstarting――
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!――quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak form out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted――nevermore!


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

M Jak Milosc Odcinki 805

2011 CALENDAR IMAGES FUTSAL




CALENDAR MARCH 2011 - Colombia World.


APRIL - Rest. /


MAY - Chip Select North - Formosa from 29 May to 04 June - JUNE - Last week - Rosario - Copa de Plata north.


JULY - Free. /


AUGUST - 7-13 Youth Club - Class 92/93 GualeguaychĂș. /


AUGUST - Extraordinary General Assembly in Corrientes. /


SEPTEMBER - First half - Cadets in Santa Cruz north. /


OCTOBER - From 02 to 08 in Rosario - PREINFANTILE (2000/2001) Children (98/99) and Children (96/97) in Rosario. /


OCTOBER - second half in Posadas, Gold Cup. /


NOVEMBER - First half in Mendoza DIVISION OF HONOR. /


A YOUTH TEAM SET DATE (93/94) in Mendoza.

M Jak Milosc Odcinki 805

2011 CALENDAR IMAGES FUTSAL




CALENDAR MARCH 2011 - Colombia World.


APRIL - Rest. /


MAY - Chip Select North - Formosa from 29 May to 04 June - JUNE - Last week - Rosario - Copa de Plata north.


JULY - Free. /


AUGUST - 7-13 Youth Club - Class 92/93 GualeguaychĂș. /


AUGUST - Extraordinary General Assembly in Corrientes. /


SEPTEMBER - First half - Cadets in Santa Cruz north. /


OCTOBER - From 02 to 08 in Rosario - PREINFANTILE (2000/2001) Children (98/99) and Children (96/97) in Rosario. /


OCTOBER - second half in Posadas, Gold Cup. /


NOVEMBER - First half in Mendoza DIVISION OF HONOR. /


A YOUTH TEAM SET DATE (93/94) in Mendoza.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Online Biggest Skate Park

WEEKEND CAFS Athletic