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/ Perversor - Demonic Invocation

split LP by two bands, one South American and North

mainland by the Label:

Nuclear War Now Productions Morbidity

presents his usual Black / Death Metal

blasphemous to morbid angel / Blasphemy but in SPANISH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!

in this band have marched a myriad of the most recognized musicians

of black death metal scene

Mexican

Morbidity is an American group based in Texas

though many consider a Mexican group,

Morbidity is

a very successful grouping in the most extreme metal

the world, with tours in Europe, USA, Mexico etc.

Lyrics Morbidity (Mexico)

1. Invocation sect

2. False Prophet

3.

Eternal Damnation 4. Buried Christ

5. Gloria on the Throne of the Beast

6. Clandestine Sacristia

Perversor (Chile)

7. Hordes of Evil

8. Destruction Vortex

9. The Touch of Satan

10. Metal Massacre

11. The Awakening of the Ancient Ones

12. Obey

Perversor in turn has a sound influenced by the

Brazilian black metal.

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Gay Darkroom Etiquette

is often difficult to find words to draw what we want to transcribe, but we often hear phrases or songs that we draw a grin on his face, for we find in words beyond their own feelings.
This small ensemble of borrowed ideas is just a way to communicate through others.
Small changes or cuts are only to achieve a comprehensible narrative.
I hope you enjoy it, to return in its own name accounts of Esmeralda.






Life has a funny way to go unnoticed
when you think everything's OK and everything goes well,

Life has a funny way to your aid when
think everything goes wrong and everything blows up in your face, (1)


Maybe because life is so short, and so many farewells

full of empty promises. (2)


But the Sahara Desert is closer to my lips, your kisses,
and the market of Istanbul.
Mosques of India are closer to my fingers that your body,
and night in Kathmandu.
Women will not have, I guess not good lighting.
Women will not have, never suffer my bad times. (3)


Today I look and feel a thousand things at once
See if I looked, I looked
see if I have much to learn (4)


I do not want to know why you did (5)

Although
you could tell what a flame inside
I can tell you how much it weighs its fire,
is that love alone is like a bottomless pit
where there is neither God, where there are no truths. (6)



There was always a problem you want to see me happy,
and I wanted to see revived. (7)


Now we both have ...
One love, one blood, one life, you have what you
One life with each other, brothers, sisters.
One life, but not the same ... (8)



Authors:
(1) Alanis Morissette, Ironic

(2) Ismael Serrano, Ana

(3) Pedro Guerra, Women will not have

( 4) Alejandro Sanz, since when

(5) Joaquin Sabina Contigo

(6) Alejandro Sanz, "The first person"

(7) Fito Paez, was love

(8) U2, One

Photo: lonuncadicho.wordpress.com

What Are The Examples Of Letter Advertisement

The house

To my dear Peter makes some long ago gave me this beautiful poem, exalted by the story of José Hierro. Share and their gift
this moment to breathe deeply. Pedro
To you I hope your family, climate, economy, and your students are very good.
Salute!





This house is not what it was.
In this house there before
lizards, pitchers, sea urchins,
painters, clouds, honeysuckle,
wave folded poppies,
smoke of bonfires ...


This house is not what it was.
was a box guitar.
never spoke of fibroids, futures,
of past, of distances.
never struck anyone
the drone of the serious tone: "We want,
love you, I want to, we want ..."
could not be solemn,
as what they had thought then
the cat with his green suit, the tortoise
, white mice, sunflower
acromegalic ...

This house is not what it was.
has begun to walk, step by step.
slowly being abandoned.
Had burned in pomp, all
would run to save.
But this gives us time for everything:
to pick things up now noticed that there were
;
to say goodbye, courteous,
to go, indifferent walls
coughing, which cast its shadow
oleander,
shadow and ash daily.

This house was first stranded on a beach.
then sailed a deeper blue.
sang the crew. Nothing could be against it

hours and gales.
But now dissolved, as
a sugar cube in water. What think the cat
feudal
to know that he has no soul;
and garlic, what they think Sunday
garlic, which
think a barrel of marc
thyme, lavender, when
look in the mirror and see
his face covered with wrinkles.
will they think when they know who were forgotten

proof of his youth,
the sign of eternity, the lightning rod
death.

This house is not what it was.
compassionately, at night,
still chocked.

Author: José Hierro.
Photo: fotosbuzz.com