High Lymphocites And Low Iron

staff received the appeal

Briefly.
appeal against the court sentence 2 of the commercial has been filed in a timely manner.
I give it to me in a few months one will have to hear or hide in the first assembly of a cooperative in which I may participate as a full partner.
course, if those who were denied entry for no reason at the Cooperative decided to sue for damages, there are many liters of oil that we have paid a higher price than it is served in Gómez Laguna. And that is measurable and constabable consumption.
are thousands of liters and therefore thousands of euros of damage.
We will see where we go to the vagaries of APATZ Presis and CT and, by their sins, the other partners.

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The Sorrow and the rider

When winter begins to turn crude into the plain and the wind hits ice cream between the cracks in the skin and the years huge open field in the eyes who can not comprehend. Everything
think again. Everything you think again. Anyone could say encouraging words in times of grief, but the truth, there is no reason to put in those jogging. The penalty is strong message from a single frame. And you have to ride in it, but never gets tired.
The frame is more surly surly bad men tamed. Do not give up at the first varied. You have to go days and nights without stopping, to see who holds more. You can use the hands to rest on the cross. You can use the hands to rest on their haunches. It can accommodate head down and sleep walking. But you can not fall. Because if you fall, you lose. And do not forget to mount penalty falls. Worn. Only from afar, what remains of the dust and tumble, with glazed eyes and deep. With the huge body that is perceived even more nervous in its stillness. Does nothing because he does not need. Know who won.
always, always know that to lose the mount, you have to wait for the sentence stand alone. If one falls before, is because this more subdued and tamed is not good on the penalty. You get bitter.
But just as one stops, it stops the pain too sometimes. You have to see who walks with more energy and patience.
rider and mount is tame all the time. The cold area of \u200b\u200bthese sensations seems never ending.
One day he wakes up on a corner channel, left on an embankment on a non-flowering thistles. And the rider gets off and looks at his horse, he knows they're both tired. We both know. And in sadness
deeper and look more lost in the silence which cuts only the rustle of the wind when it happens. The frame came and carried away. Not give in any way and not lost to any complaint. Accompanies and leads. And mark his company's life. When it's that far the way back, when you've spent so much time and it's back, only hear her moan response remained, the blow of a paw on the ground, his breath hot and steamy in the winter.
But the decision is not worth it. For most that have to return on foot. For most who ride to where the penalty would not ever. For over coming summers and fierce winters. The noble animal. Carried away. Known.
In these days of wind and decisions, who is leading the way back is always the rider.
And when the rider wears the single frame is shifting towards new horizons and without even noticing it, is in another land when raw end of the night.


Photo: Madame, as captain for "Friday's Girls"

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Silence. And then ... Item

Late at night. Laughter. Silence



And then ...

Fear of love and light
of the desires that are one of the evenings warm,
of bitterness left.
In the fight without fear
victories and laurels at dawn with salt and savannahs meaningful

Sundays afternoon moves, reading horoscopes

death to be a walk

Fear of going through other doors
De feel all closed
From dawn desire to live in distant
From listening
You can not

Now there is no time I'm not interested


There droughts both of them out leaving only germinate
new words.
is, the deep sacándote

is,
pulling me from hell
Without the pressure of the outbursts
Without the rain of molten lava,
magnet away at dawn.
Glass Eye
is broken and there is nothing that stands between the sun
of
smiles and eyes that devour light. Storms flatten

and discharged into the river sparks.

vortices are mixed in the center of fate, moan, road,
of sips of life in the boiling sand. Silence




And then ...


Without haste the boat moves through the waves with the wind
that goes into the storm.
Frost on day melts
in the bush waiting for the jet
night licking every corner where it bleeds, to heal. Corals
glued to the keel, the equinox happening
caramel color of your hair reflected the sun of day again. Breakfasts

smelling salt-shaking laughter and adventures, jasmine and freesia
, pens traumas,
vitreaux of our passions, our words
afraid.

And the fear that has gone to the sea and the night

to be,

which is no longer more ...


Photo: FFFFOUND

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