Fantásticos Nuestros Aviones de Combate y defensa de México no hay nada mejor que éstos aviones incluyendo al Caza y entrenador PC -7 Pilatus un muy buen aparato de Caza
That debunked nothing. If anything that proves it. Its clearly the same object filmed in the Apollo 20 mission just with a different camera and altitude.
Привет из Нидерландов! Отлично сработано. Песня с эмоциями. Любимая песня как немцев, так и союзников. Переведено на многие языки. Песня, текст которой был написан в 1915 году немецким солдатом Гансом Лейпом из поэмы Das Lied eines jungen Soldaten auf der Wacht. Песня, записанная в 1939 году Лале Андерсен, стала большим хитом только тогда, когда ее ежедневно в определенное время крутили по Белградскому радио для немецких солдат на фронте с 1941 года. Войска союзников также смогли настроиться на радио Белграда и вскоре заметили это. С тех пор песня часто исполнялась в каверах, в том числе в исполнении Марлен Дитрих. Я также играл эту прекрасную песню на своей губной гармошке. Это далеко не идеально, но это идет от сердца. Пожалуйста, критикуйте! ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-b6NmtkQSFPw.html Это мой общий список: ru-vid.com/group/PLU5c7_PpNso3kFO3dvhaR2ecGggbg9d4b
lilith,lilly the asteroid the first wife of Adam,who hates all humans,creates dwarfs while the foetus is yet in the womb. if in house no.6 in the birth chart,or its solistice point equipped for suicide by poison.
"Love. A blip on the monitor of involuntary human response. A hiccup of emotion when compared with envy, hatred, lust. And just who was this St. Valentine? A bishop. Roman, third century, got his head sliced off. Ouch. For marrying lovers against his emperor's decree. You see, Claudius II believed that men made better warriors unmarried. Power comes with the absence of love. Love drains us of our strength. We never learn, do we? And you say that love conquers all. Well not for you, St. Valentine. Not for me. Not for any of the...heartbroken. Does love really exist in this hedonistic world of ours? Or is it only our selfish needs, our own desires that fuel the potion? Does she love *me*, love *me* not? What does it really matter? What hellish alchemy ever does? Just say no to love. A carnival kewpie and a...electric blanket will give you more satisfaction. Don't give them your heart. Like some sweet on the track roll steel wheels right over her precious body. She's just a girl, the apple of your pie in the sky. Valentine her good. Goodbye, my friend. Pass your days in one night stands. Tear apart the threads, the web of love's truth, where strings of beauties wrap your heartstrings around your neck. Love exists, rages within. A silent scream of endless pain. A hellish alchemy indeed. Without equal. Not death, not hell itself, but a precious, precious flower. Long withered, and gone."
When I was a young teenager watching this show for the first time I absolutely idolized Nicholas Knight. I've recently started re-watching the show (I'm almost through the second season) and I'm finding myself becoming rather annoyed with Nick and having more and more sympathy for LaCroix.
Nick himself is like a young teenager - idealistic, rebelling, trying to find himself, unsure of his identity. Lacroix - that's us now. We've been around the block. we've felt pain. We've seen a lot. We have known pain, and given half a chance, we can monologue about it endlessly. We know the frustration of trying to guide the headstrong young.
