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Insulated Sublimatable Cooler Bag with Adjustable Shoulder Strap, size 8 1/2" x 6" x 6"
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Open the door for me
Guillermo Davila
My life open the door
Mamita open the door
I promise you it will be the last time
I'm coming home late and with this face
I swear to you for the saint for the saint you want
That I will never again fall into temptation ...
My beautiful girl opens open the door for me.
Oh sweetheart, open the door for me.
I swear to you, open the door for me.
Do not be so bad open open the door
My life open the door
Mamita open the door
I promise that from today I will behave very well
You'll see that I'll change give me another chance.
I swear to you for the saint for the saint you want
That I will never again fall into temptation ...
My beautiful queen opens open the door for me.
Oh sweetheart, open the door for me.
I swear to you, open the door for me.
Do not be so bad open open the door
Ask me what you want I will pay my penalties
If I do not tell you the truth that I die now here
My beautiful queen ... open open the door ...
About Juliediela Hermoso Correa
I currently identify with this Canticle:
"Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me,
and they extend their arms to me, sure
that it would be good for me to hear them
when they say "Come here!"
I look at them with exhausted eyes
(there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue)
and I cross my arms
and I never go there ...
My glory is this:
Create dehumanity!
Do not accompany anyone.
-I live with the same indifference
with which I tore my mother's belly.
No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where
They take my own steps ...
If what I want to know, none of you answers me,
Why do they repeat "Come over here"?
I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways,
remove the winds
like rags, drag your bloody feet,
to go out there ...
If I came to the world, it was
to deflower virgin forests
and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand!
The rest I do is worth nothing.
How, then, will you be
those who give me impulses, tools and courage
to tear down my obstacles? ...
In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents
and love the easy things!
I love the Mirage and the Distant,
I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ...
Platform! You have streets,
they have gardens, they have pots,
they have homelands, they have roofs,
and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers.
I have my Madness!
I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night,
and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ...
God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else.
Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother,
but I, that I do not start or conclude,
I was born of the love between God and the Devil.
Oh, may no one give me pious intentions!
Nobody ask me for definitions!
Nobody tell me "Come here!"
My life is a gale that broke loose.
It is a wave that has risen.
And one more atom that is animated ...
I do not know where I'm going,
I do not know where I'm going,
- I know I do not go there!
José Regio