Ossuary "want?
As Ivy's film Emilio Maillé entangles you since women entered the emergency bled in the arms of his companion. Superb. Lacera that life poured onto the stained shirt sleeves. Rushing like a tiger whose fangs penetrate your insides with agonizing pounding. Annoying. Unnerving, however sublime and surprising the pure predictable. You know what's coming, is contained both in the news! Oteas the club, the atmosphere reeks of alcohol belching, a sore blasting, sweat, and white snuff, sanctifies the stigma attached to the planet to be Latin and Colombian. Dante whispers in the twilight. Entreves erect the reaper tool. Scissors. "For me go to the city of tears ..." , she was killed, died or killed. Sex. There's still time to stand up from his chair and flee, to escape the unreality. You need not let yourself be seduced by the scythe, and let you pet obsession devastating. Reason bitter. Momentum devastating that overwhelms subversively sick minds, misguided wealthy, destitute outcasts ... "for me is going to eternal pain ...". But you stay. Stop fooling around, pussy puritan. You came to cebarte in morbid ... "For me go to the doomed race" ... And endure the nightmare ... "justice encouraged my sublime architect." Vesania that flooded the curtain made parallel universe. Manolo Cardona, whose face so often see on television is no longer who. Transmigration. It is a seductive confused and addled 80's: Emilio, such as Rousseau, as Maillé ... "Oh ye who enter abandon all hope!" The Poe's raven. Never again. Lake macabre and sordid living in me, curling waves that click by the rhythm of your hips turned over to the lords and abused by them. Outside the multiplex some miserable slumber under newspapers. The shit is real. Inhale, this or that. Yearning heartbeat. Congested cough. Unfulfilled dreams. And the pounding of rough hands high up on the slopes woes guardianship Aburrá Valley. Favelas. Slums. Slums, El Alto, Callao, Soacha. Colonies of outcasts in the global city. Unax Ugalde is a candid antioqueñito: Antonio, a Sancho Panza shoddy aiming snow to the saga of Emily. Notes to Unamuno, the pain inspires and sustains personal lives sonalities. Suffering knows neighbor. And we all pervading the disease. The venous desire to move our bodies disintegrated. She is in the final. In the disk the matter is more than erotic. Neurotic. You slip between angry sirens sentenced to fucking dance. Hembrotas, appetizing and disgusting as coveted among those who stands out, sharp as rich, another Flora Martinez is not it, but the prose of Jorge Franco revived through the eyes of Maillé.
A twisted luciferin, never will leave the operating room. Stir in tight miniskirt. A multitude of meanings invites you to feel your silhouette incontinent. It tweaks, twists in the bathroom. Rattling on the table to fall in love and mowing down some others. No one enjoys them. Barbarism is the crime that agglomeration shadows under delusions architectures. Mean. Defecate. They speak languages \u200b\u200blike Jonhefe and Ferney. Insults and nausea the plot. Dongs and scalpels. And the microphone Juanes. Indifference. "Cinema, or certainty? Do not care! "Enmúgrate and redeem humanity? Do we want to gloat over the addiction, transcend foreign bodies? Vibrating string. Tremble conviction. Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas. Come penile implants. Botox. Collagen. Liposculpture. Silica, and the dollar bins bursting and the myth of the king Pablo Escobar. And this God who is? Rosario called the flower where the satyr stepfather quenched perversion that rocked the egg yolk with the finger. In the hut of the hill. Girl with no father and mother half. His carnal male attract over much anger repair. Poisonous lips and implacable pit interlocking metal on the testes oppressors. She is delivered to Emilio and Antonio longs for the tender that love with the palate of a dog. Rosario. As the string of beads strung, separated by other tiny and the ends tied to a cross, preceded by a trinity ball. Rosario adorned with medals, scapulars and votive prayers of eternal return. Occasionally overlooks Medellin gallant. Then bite. Headless fades with avenues convulsant scrambling gunmen lined suburbs mechanized rusty endearing that inequality aroman Andes. Rosary Sorrowful Mysteries sea. Juicy. Disrupts precious time, members and clinical spaces, the gambling den, elegant apartment inclement oligarch boyfriend family would have to be somebody. Women demand the respect they never will. Holster. The result of drunkenness. Liquor Stop alienating the understanding, but dare: "How you gonna do it, if you really Do not Want to dance, By standing on the wall (get your back up off the wall) 'Cause I Heard all my people sayin' , stop the plot. Rumba with Jonhefe, the beloved brother. Litany war. Religious caricature of the outcast. Salomas without illusion. "If eyes have not seen me, if hands are not catch me, if your feet should not reach me. Sorpendan not let me in the back, do not let my death be violent, do not let my blood spill, you know everything, you know my sins, but also know of my faith, do not forsake me ... Amen. " , "My Jesus mercy ...", her rise through the alleys and dead settled at Ferney, " My Jesus mercy ... "Ferney and the deleted it. Powder and lead, maitre ... "Get down on it, c'mon and get down on it ... "she castrated man. It suffocates. You cloying. But it takes time, if you could add more movement and delay times as the musicians he admires. To say I'm in love with you. "if you really want it, get down on it, if you gotta feel i. .. t" Osario want, right, Rosario Tijeras? Fog and shroud to relieve your bones. And your brains. "Get down on it, if you really want it get down on it, you gotta feel it get down on it" ... offers accompany Emilio to hell asshole! You despair of anyone and your attractiveness. Broken the ground to go to heaven, illegitimate daughter of the country that would like to forget, but we need vindication. X-ray revealed the tumor but what madness?. Police ask fibs. Jailed without rehabilitation. Law other than deformed and out of uniform will atone. You Antonio, his friend was not. Love is harder to kill, you said. Forgiving even more complex. Rest, "Osario want?, You got it, Rosario. Your film Terminó.Ojalá Emilio understand what not.
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