He stood up and screamed.. Raise your hands people..pray.. Drummers and flutists, leave the drums and flutes and wine and look upon the soul of the martyr that is lightening the darkness of this country.. towards God.. He shed his own blood on the soil and frightened the enemy with his hands..They have demolished our house with my sister inside it..what have you told me, mother..I see men running... they are females excuse me ladies.. they are gay.. My cousin was crucified and tortured. But I see him laughing and looking at the horizon..No I'm not crying mother tears are unhelpful..My condolences mother I hear them calling your name.. I'm coming to you..from the north to the south..I had passed by sinful dogs..I have passed by <<chaikh>> that had scars of shame, nearby a girl with feelings.. I have passed by Hyena who runs at sunset carryind news about a fearful lion...
"Pondre, toujours pondre! Il n'y a pas que ça dans la vie! Moi, je veux voir la mer!" s'écrie Carméla, la petite poule blanche. Son père, le coq, n'a jamais rien entendu d'aussi fou. "File au nid", ordonne-t-il à la poulette. Mais Carméla n'arrive pas à s'endormir...
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Je m'appelle : Shay Fletcher Mon âge : 15 ans Je suis : passionné de musique Mon style : bonnet mou et tee-shirts de surfeur J'aime : Cherry Costello Je rêve : de devenir chanteur professionnel Mon problème : Cherry pense que je suis toujours amoureux de Honey, mon ex...
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