Big Breasted Women And Bmi

Or Samhain as it is called mortal ismples ... Five plays

Sons and daughters of the moon and the sun, equally without distinction ...

One day the famous halloween party where every last witch disguised as cuckoos, demons or some occurrence sexy / demon (read sexy slash demonic) ... back ... a day of Halloween I wanted to explain in this place of peace (largely neglected by the authors) the origin of this celebration ...

Halloween or Halloween (pure sexism, or we would not witches) comes from Samhain, a pagan festival called (you know the Catholics call their mania myth pagan or anything that is not his religion ), this pagan festival represented to the Celts and the ancient religion which is called a Sabbat is a solar festival, or a solstice. This special solstice (winter) represents two things, a simpe and easy is the Celtic new year and another that explains why the year begins at this time is that Samhain is on whether the death of the sun god and as specific dead solstice day return to the living world to spend with their loved ones ..

explain a bit further ... The sun god dies after 31 October because astral from that date until 22 December are the darkest days for the planet, the nights last longer and the days go faster ... (But do the test), in ancient religion, the Celts believed that it symbolized the sun god died and that the dead took the opportunity to return to earth for a day to be with their loved ones and have fun remembering when they were still here ... the other days are days of reflection and rebirth as the 22 December (the shortest day and longest night) the sun god at the end of the day is reborn in the deity of Yule. For the Celts this meant days of reflection and change, days to think about ourselves and how to be better for mankind ...

Over time the tradition was changed and transformed into the Halloween, that regardless of what we create ... is another party on the same day ... I propose are Wiccans or not dress up and parties or an important day and magical as it is for me, I suggest you really start to think about each one and try to be more human, to be reborn at Yule (like me) or by Christian Christmas or whatever, the point is not religion or belief that I am, but be more human ...
I leave you with this thought and I sincerely hope you enjoy Samhain, Halloween and the day of the shield. Harlequin

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Goodbye, mate

With the permission of the manager ...

Even if it costs a thousand demons and some water in his eyes to depress each key, needed to put it somewhere.

needed to say that in every place I visit I imagine sniffing, poking its nose and putting it all drool and hair Warm, bright little eyes looking in your brown and you smell funny and agile something interesting to eat or what we pass the time. When I see someone dressed impeccably painted beside you and when you came, wet and full of mud puddles, where you would be willing to shake.

needed to say that at every door I open, I remember at home scratching to get in, or fly off into the grass, to hear curtains or latch, and look back on your jumps to order food, walking or just to play. And, when I go to the car, I remember how much love he had, consciously eyeing the fast outside, with his nose so close to the counter and the floor stones.

had to write, though the trees try to hide it, I hear the echo of my steps lonely through the woods, which have been separated forever yours. That, after eleven and a half years, I can not help being lame, blind and deaf on the hill, and the way he did when walking, but with you on the side, always looking for something that never found.

That now you just look at you and do not see you, do not find ... Call and whistle, and do not come.

And I loved you like a brother, and if there was one person in the world in which trust, that was you. I remember the smell of your hair brown and black, a faithful dog and suffered, and I find it difficult to walk without my trusty sidekick.

That cost me see your collar empty ...

does not fool anyone if I say I've never felt so lonely ...

Rest in peace, friend.

Goodbye, Beltza.


Beltza (Noáin, 27/03/1998 - Orísoain, 10/10/2009)