Hello, My dearest Reyes Magos!
I am writing again, as every year, not so much to ask for my gift, but rather to know that we still exist their fans. I know that there are hardly any who enter them (much less who will read it) ...
... and so, to fill this gap (and on behalf of all humans that they do not usually write, but to show they know the consonants [n ste kso kmo ke m da + k d pna kren! ! TRANSLATION: "as in this case, it gives me more sorrow than they think!) ... ... this discontinued representative of the horse with horn, makes consideration of you, its classic LETTER TO THE KINGS .
My longed Baltasar, Gaspar, Melchior:
This year I acted ... well, I think acceptable: no eliminated any Dragon (despite being surrounded by them in the great castle Draconian here tend to call "The Congress of the (dis) Union."
not neutralize people vile and evil outcast, despite being able to do so ( as that thief, that neutralize some denounce it, went smiling after saying goodbye to hand the prosecutor in Xochimilco ... have to be buddies for a long time, I figured I!).
it be hidden male bodies ("Men deserve to be called?) of those who do not keep their word, they are cowards, weaklings and apart," fags "(meaning, not" effeminate " but "little value, spirit and courage.") Something like the rulers of this unfortunate country and stoic, they do not have Word, "was like haiga haiga been."
No. I was bad. So, could you ask for something special? I
let me ...
1. - My highway "Scalextrix" but with four lanes! I mean, to share. Is that here, they have been forgotten long ago, among the children of that race of men, that only in company together, shoulder to shoulder, could do wonders. Since the Pleistocene ("as soon as you forgotten?) when it survived the weather and predators ... to the ultimate tragedy and misfortune, where they joined and pulled the best of themselves, together, united ... long ago that I only see sadness and longing for the days when they shook hands, without thinking of compensation. Obséquienme, please, the courage to share, dear Reyes.
2. - A "water pistols." I remember when we had fun, and we started to settle (resolve, elegant Castilian, go!) Our problems with chivalrous "duels of honor" ... gun and water balloons in hand. Yes, I know now it is against wasting the vital fluid, but ... Can we use a little? Overall, if people waste their time, their joy, their faith, discipline, hope and the resources that spoils its corrupt and unpunished "ombudsmen" (diputontos and senators, among others) ... do not think they care to spend a little more water. It's a shame not to protect the beauty they have.
Remind then defend what is worthwhile, and not superfluous around me.
3. - My DVD of the Pink Panther, Road Runner, and the Bird Inki Minah, etc. Remember when fun and laughter with simple things direct, unashamed to laugh and make people laugh without complex? Without drinking, or sucking polvitos "magic" to produce "joy" or laughing at the girl (or guy) in his dreams, and to conquer with his personality. Heck, yes remember because it was "personality", is not it?
Regálenme then my DVD ... and a personality worthy of my peers.
4. - And finally (but not least), could leave a bit of camel hair on the carpet, or some horses stains on the floor? I mean, to run triumphantly to tell my parents ... ah, heck, I mean my little Avarim, like years ago, that the magnificent Kings went through my humble little home, and that no matter what let me, the really important was that there were, HE HAD AGREED TO ME . That I care. And he had mysteries in life that made it worth living.
Bring a sense of wonder and enjoy what surrounds me. From Good People Trust. And change to those who have forgotten to be.
5. - And now, in this cyclic and Unforgettable Night-Dawn of the Kings, seeing whisper, laugh and fall asleep to my Avarim also ask, Finally, let us not forget, our old and worn shoes, some of Hope (to think that no child is left, and no free gift, but at least something to eat and drink, and a better future) enough Fe (not to devalue our memories and desires) and much, much courage and will (not to detract from our Spirit of yesteryear, not to fall into cynicism and bitterness and prevent infection of small steps that follow us, even without want).
And, on reflection, I think everything is summed up in that ...
Could not give me the come back, the trunk of old gifts, where they saved, my Dear Friends of the Old Race of Men?
are there, as when a child I hid these throughout the house. And perhaps, then, only thing is to find ... and wake them up, eh, Melchor, Gaspar and LTAs Ba?
So then, Dear Readers ... let's go to sleep.
That the Magi can find us awake ... and do not bring me what I asked. And now that I need you so. We need it all.
Have good dreams, my brothers. And at dawn, creeping and nervously, find at least one of his dearest wishes in your home ... as when children were proud of that race of men,
are the most magical (and even corny, maybe ... and why!)
Wishes
A Transportation Magi ... just as with a horn ...
I am writing again, as every year, not so much to ask for my gift, but rather to know that we still exist their fans. I know that there are hardly any who enter them (much less who will read it) ...
... and so, to fill this gap (and on behalf of all humans that they do not usually write, but to show they know the consonants [n ste kso kmo ke m da + k d pna kren! ! TRANSLATION: "as in this case, it gives me more sorrow than they think!) ... ... this discontinued representative of the horse with horn, makes consideration of you, its classic LETTER TO THE KINGS .
My longed Baltasar, Gaspar, Melchior:
This year I acted ... well, I think acceptable: no eliminated any Dragon (despite being surrounded by them in the great castle Draconian here tend to call "The Congress of the (dis) Union."
not neutralize people vile and evil outcast, despite being able to do so ( as that thief, that neutralize some denounce it, went smiling after saying goodbye to hand the prosecutor in Xochimilco ... have to be buddies for a long time, I figured I!).
it be hidden male bodies ("Men deserve to be called?) of those who do not keep their word, they are cowards, weaklings and apart," fags "(meaning, not" effeminate " but "little value, spirit and courage.") Something like the rulers of this unfortunate country and stoic, they do not have Word, "was like haiga haiga been."
No. I was bad. So, could you ask for something special? I
let me ...
1. - My highway "Scalextrix" but with four lanes! I mean, to share. Is that here, they have been forgotten long ago, among the children of that race of men, that only in company together, shoulder to shoulder, could do wonders. Since the Pleistocene ("as soon as you forgotten?) when it survived the weather and predators ... to the ultimate tragedy and misfortune, where they joined and pulled the best of themselves, together, united ... long ago that I only see sadness and longing for the days when they shook hands, without thinking of compensation. Obséquienme, please, the courage to share, dear Reyes.
2. - A "water pistols." I remember when we had fun, and we started to settle (resolve, elegant Castilian, go!) Our problems with chivalrous "duels of honor" ... gun and water balloons in hand. Yes, I know now it is against wasting the vital fluid, but ... Can we use a little? Overall, if people waste their time, their joy, their faith, discipline, hope and the resources that spoils its corrupt and unpunished "ombudsmen" (diputontos and senators, among others) ... do not think they care to spend a little more water. It's a shame not to protect the beauty they have.
Remind then defend what is worthwhile, and not superfluous around me.
3. - My DVD of the Pink Panther, Road Runner, and the Bird Inki Minah, etc. Remember when fun and laughter with simple things direct, unashamed to laugh and make people laugh without complex? Without drinking, or sucking polvitos "magic" to produce "joy" or laughing at the girl (or guy) in his dreams, and to conquer with his personality. Heck, yes remember because it was "personality", is not it?
Regálenme then my DVD ... and a personality worthy of my peers.
4. - And finally (but not least), could leave a bit of camel hair on the carpet, or some horses stains on the floor? I mean, to run triumphantly to tell my parents ... ah, heck, I mean my little Avarim, like years ago, that the magnificent Kings went through my humble little home, and that no matter what let me, the really important was that there were, HE HAD AGREED TO ME . That I care. And he had mysteries in life that made it worth living.
Bring a sense of wonder and enjoy what surrounds me. From Good People Trust. And change to those who have forgotten to be.
5. - And now, in this cyclic and Unforgettable Night-Dawn of the Kings, seeing whisper, laugh and fall asleep to my Avarim also ask, Finally, let us not forget, our old and worn shoes, some of Hope (to think that no child is left, and no free gift, but at least something to eat and drink, and a better future) enough Fe (not to devalue our memories and desires) and much, much courage and will (not to detract from our Spirit of yesteryear, not to fall into cynicism and bitterness and prevent infection of small steps that follow us, even without want).
And, on reflection, I think everything is summed up in that ...
Could not give me the come back, the trunk of old gifts, where they saved, my Dear Friends of the Old Race of Men?
are there, as when a child I hid these throughout the house. And perhaps, then, only thing is to find ... and wake them up, eh, Melchor, Gaspar and LTAs Ba?
So then, Dear Readers ... let's go to sleep.
That the Magi can find us awake ... and do not bring me what I asked. And now that I need you so. We need it all.
Have good dreams, my brothers. And at dawn, creeping and nervously, find at least one of his dearest wishes in your home ... as when children were proud of that race of men,
are the most magical (and even corny, maybe ... and why!)
Wishes
A Transportation Magi ... just as with a horn ...
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