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Publicado: **Mié Abr 10, 2013 3:20 pm**

Acceso al cuerpo de policía autonómica del País Vasco

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Cuando vivo solo sueño un horizonte, falto de palabras.
En la sombra y entre luces todo es negro para mi mirada;
sí tu no estas junto a mí, aquí.
Tú en tu mundo separado del mío por un abismo;
oye llámame, yo volare a tu mundo lejano.

Por ti volare, espera que llegare;
mi fin de trayecto eres tu para vivirlo los dos.
Por ti volare, por cielos y mares hasta tu amor.
Abriendo los ojos por fin contigo viviré.

Cuando estas lejana sueño un horizonte falto de palabras;
y yo sé que siempre estas ahí, ahí.
Una luna hecha para mí, siempre iluminada para mí, por mí, por mí, por mí.
Por ti volare, espera que llegare; mi fin de trayecto eres tu, contigo yo viviré.
Por ti volare, por cielos y mares hasta tu amor.
Abriendo los ojos por fin contigo yo viviré.

Por ti volare, por cielos y mares hasta tu amor.
Abriendo los ojos por fin contigo yo viviré.
Por ti volare.
Volare.

Publicado: **Mié Abr 10, 2013 6:49 pm**

Publicado: **Lun Abr 15, 2013 9:52 pm**

www.Desenfunda.com - Descuento!

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Publicado: **Lun Abr 15, 2013 9:59 pm**

HECKLER & KOCH SFP9 - SK

Subcompact 9mm x 19

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Publicado: **Dom Abr 21, 2013 11:17 pm**

Pntalon Chester Cnp

29 euros

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Una noche de resaca al tratar de despertar
note que por el ombligo me empezaba a desinflar
que mi cuerpo se arrugaba como un papel vegetal
e iba pasando, que curioso, al estado gaseoso.
y tras la metamorfosis me senti mucho mejor
era un aire gris oscuro y con bastante polucion
se notaba en cualquler caso que era aire de ciudad
que si bien no es el mas sano. lo prefiere el ser humano.

Aire, soñe por un momento que era aire
aire. oxigeno. nitrogeno y argón
sin forma definida ni color
fui aire volador.
como yo soy muy consciente hasta en esta situacion
decidi ser consecuente con mi nueva dimension
y probe a ser respirado por la que duerme a mi lado
sin entrar en pormenores yo se hacer cosas mejores.
como no me satisfizo la experiencia sexual
se me inflaron los vapores. me converti en huracan
di unas tres o cuatro vueltas y a la quinta me canse
este cuarto es muy pequeño para las cosas que sueño.

Aire. soñe por un momento que era aire
aire. oxigeno, nitrogeno y argón
sin forma definida ni color
fui aire volador.

Y lo siento por mi novia y el cristal que me cargue
me escape por la ventana y en picado me lance
pero tuve mala suerte y cuando iba a remontar
me volvi otra vez humano. no falteis al funeral.
Aire, soñe por un momento que era aire
aire. oxigeno, nitrogeno y argón
sin forma definida ni color
fui aire volador

Publicado: **Lun Abr 29, 2013 3:25 pm**

Psicotécnicos Joyfepol FERES

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Publicado: **Mar Abr 30, 2013 1:50 pm**

Edición 175 Aniversario Gc

45

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Publicado: **Mar Abr 30, 2013 7:49 pm**

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Les dejo unos temás muy buenos de Las Pastillas del Abuelo (banda de rock de argentina
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3W_VMRKx8lo (Princesa)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQot2LmXaRs (Viejo)
DIsfruten !

Publicado: **Mié May 01, 2013 1:23 pm**

Cartera Porta Placa Ertzaintza

Fabricado en piel de vacuno

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fraan.racing escribió:Les dejo unos temás muy buenos de Las Pastillas del Abuelo (banda de rock de argentina
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
(Princesa)
(Viejo)
DIsfruten !

Publicado: **Sab May 04, 2013 9:30 pm**

Mr. sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)
make him the cutest that i've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)
give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)
then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
sandman, i'm so alone
don't have nobody to call my own
please turn on your magic beam
mr. sandman, bring me a dream.

Mr. sandman, bring me a dream
make him the cutest that i've ever seen
give him the word that i'm not a rover
then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
sandman, i'm so alone
don't have nobody to call my own
please turn on your magic beam
mr. sandman, bring me a dream.

Mr. sandman (male voice: "yesss?") bring us a dream
give him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleam
give him a lonely heart like pagliacci
and lots of wavy hair like liberace
mr sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)
would be so peachy before we're too old
so please turn on your magic beam
mr sandman, bring us, please, please, please
mr sandman, bring us a dream.

Publicado: **Sab May 04, 2013 9:36 pm**

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three,
"Where's that jolly jumbuck that you've got in your tucker bag?"
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
"Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?",
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Up jumped the swagman, leapt into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?"

Publicado: **Dom May 05, 2013 3:41 pm**

DEPOL Guardia Civil

Inicio curso: septiembre 2019

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Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
But something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.

He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
I looked after Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy:
"Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.

Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."

There's someone for ev'ryone and Tommy's love was Becky.
In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'.
They took turns at Becky.... n' there was three of them!

Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin'.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture.
As his tears fell on his daddy's face, He heard these words again:

"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."

The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.
One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.
When Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! ol' yellow's leavin'."
But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and locked
The door.

Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.
He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.
When Tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.
He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.
And I heard him say,

"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
I've walked away from trouble when I can.
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,
And Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."

Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.

Publicado: **Jue May 30, 2013 8:02 pm**

Guante Corte-trauma

Excelente oferta solo **25?**

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In constant sorrow all through his days!

I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was born and raised.

The place where he was born and raised!

For six long years,
I've been in trouble.
no pleasure here,
on earth I've found.

For in this world,
I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now.

He has no friends to help him now!

It's fare thee well,
my old true lover,
I ne'er expect to see you again.

For I'm bound to ride,
that Northern Railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.

Perhaps he'll die upon this train!

You can bury me in some deep Valley,
For many years, there I may lay.
Then you may learn to love another
while I am sleeping in my grave

While he is sleeping in his grave!

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger,
My face you'll never see no more.
But, there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.

He'll meet you on God's golden shore!

Publicado: **Dom Jun 02, 2013 12:29 am**

intervencionpolicial.com

Publicado: **Dom Jun 02, 2013 1:59 pm**

sector115.es

Way down louisiana down to new orleans
way back up in the woods among the evergreens
there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
where lived a country boy named johnny b. goode
who never ever learned read or write so well
he could play guitar just like his ringing a bell
Go go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
johnny b. goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
he sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
the engineers can see him sitting in the shade
strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
people passing by you know they stop and say
oh my that little country boy sure could play
Go go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
johnny b. goode
Well his mama told a morning you would be a man,
and you would be the leader of a big old band.
people go and come from miles around
to listen to you play till the sun goes down
and one day maybe your name gonna be in lights
saying johnny b. goode tonight."
Go go
go johnny go
go go go johnny go
go go go johnny go
go go go johnny go
go
johnny b. goode

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