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The Brave Sun of Argentina:Che
Sana mı kaldı oğlum dünyayı kurtarmak? Sana mı kaldı Küba'da insanları yoksulluk,sefalet ve baskıdan kurtarmak? Sana ne insanlıktan, sen kendi önündeki ekmeğe bak. Sen açta açıkta değilsin ya?? Ne gerek vardı sen de herkes(!) gibi Yankee'lere seyirci kalsaydın? Raul'la Fidel'le Chavez'le Ricardo'yla faşist
Arkadaşım Che Guevara
Arkadaşım Che GuevaraRicardo Rojo · Payel Yayınları · 199942 okunma
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I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
Reklam
Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick dad.
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*Giggles and kicks her feets*
"This sounds a bit crazy as I text this…but you only bought one ticket on this flight—right?" It was a full five minutes before he answered, even though the three little dots had been going the entire time. Lincoln: I may have bought more. "How many did you buy?!" Lincoln: Your row and the next. They didn’t put anyone in those seats, right? "Um no…they’re empty. But why exactly did you do that?" Lincoln: When your girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet, you don’t take chances. Meeting you on a plane—that’s fucking romance book shit. Not happening.
Monroe-Lincoln.Kitabı okudu
“Buy me a reproduction of that picture I was looking at when you found me. The one of the girl sitting on the bed.” After a pause Rick said to the clerk, a heavy-jowled, middle-aged woman with netted gray hair, “Do you have a print of Munch’s Puberty?” “Only in this book of his collected work,” the clerk said, lifting down a handsome glossy volume. “Twenty-five dollars.” “I’ll take it.” He reached for his wallet. Phil Resch said, “My departmental budget could never in a million years be stretched—” “My own money,” Rick said; he handed the woman the bills and Luba the book. “Now let’s get started down,” he said to her and Phil Resch. “It’s very nice of you,” Luba said as they entered the elevator. “There’s something very strange and touching about humans. An android would never have done that.” She glanced icily at Phil Resch. “It wouldn’t have occurred to him; as he said, never in a million years.” She continued to gaze at Resch, now with manifold hostility and aversion. “I really don’t like androids. Ever since I got here from Mars my life has consisted of imitating the human, doing what she would do, acting as if I had the thoughts and impulses a human would have. Imitating, as far as I’m concerned, a superior life-form.” To Phil Resch she said, “Isn’t that how it’s been with you, Resch?"
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“Meet me downstairs in five minutes, and I’ll fill you in.” “Five minutes?” My eyes widen. “Uh-uh, no way. I need to take a shower. I haven’t even eaten breakfast—” “If you’d been up at three, you would’ve had time for all that and more.” “Three in the morning?” I gape at him. “Are you out of your mind?”
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