Bride Escorted By In Wedding Program

Alienation Bubble

S 'look at this Work slowly.

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S 'points out this work with expectation.

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S 'points out this work,

so that the look of shame,

paint themselves black and forget it.

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Learning to reconsider,

my dear.

Learning to breathe in water - you can
because they are dismayed,

unlearn your 's aroma,

my friend.

Learning to rest with
class absences on others stony,

my sister.

will learn how to French kiss

anxiety as to your

that they were the first fifteen years, new and wrapped,

my child.

Learning to undress' s a hint of panic,

to emerge proud of nudity.

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Louis XIV> Best Little Secrets Are Kept> Paper Doll

"Ah bang a gong or get it on We don't need to take off our clothes to get it on Pull your skirt up a little bit Pull down your top and show me a little tit I said hey short girl you're like a midget You can turn a phone cord into a widget She said you son of a bitch you little bitch I ain't gonna show you my love without a hitch I said hey hold up sugar just one at a time Show me yours baby I'll show you mine She said oh you're so pathetic yeah well so...you're so magnetic I said hold up girl I know your game Ah you want a sugar daddy you can tame I said sing, sing me a song And bang me like the girls in Hong Kong I know I know I ain't correct But politics are so much better when there's sex I said rollover do me a trick Do it with your shoes on it'd be a kick Ah tell me the horse that you pick Let me buy you a lollipop you want to lick She said Does that shit work with other girls If it does, why don't you find one of them to give you twirls My love cost pearls ah does it baby - you don't say She said hold up I know your game You want a paper doll that you can tame I said sing, sing me a song she said well touch me like the boys that did me wrong you know it's ok, it's alright If you want clean fun go fly a kite. "

The cinematics > Break

Testo non trovato , damndamndamn :)

shelf department: The Way of the 7 notes

Soundtrack: The same songs themselves galore

Does Menards Have Clothing In The Store

Director: Steven Soderbergh
PRODUCTION: USA - 2005 - Thriller
LENGTH: 73 '
CAST: Debbie Doebereiner, Dustin Ashley, Misty Wilkins, Omar Cowan, Laurie Lee Screenplay: Coleman Hough
PHOTOGRAPHY: Steven Soderbergh
ASSEMBLY: Steven Soderbergh
MUSIC: Robert Pollard
WEB SITE

Plot:
Martha and Kyle work in a doll factory and are friends. Their relationship is troubled by the arrival of a new worker, Rose, an unwed mother.

Reviews:
Choice antihollywoodiana to Soderbergh that BUBBLE - think also to recent work of Van Sant - opting to work at low cost in the U.S. will see a simultaneous theatrical release, on the satellite and on DVD (there are five other films with similar characteristics of distribution). Away from the major film is the story of a minimal way in which very precise, well-designed characters drown in the static routine of dreary industrial district; none of the human relationships described in the film is sound: Martha nourishes friendship morbid for Kyle, but Kyle Rose approached him at the first opportunity steals, Kyle used to hang out with Martha Rose, Martha Rose looks with suspicion a person was deemed ambiguous and dangerous; the characters have nothing apart from their habits and drugged by the compulsion to repeat that imprisons them, they come to conceive or accept the horror, the tragedy until finale.Interpretato non-professional actors living in the province of Ohio in which the film is set, shot in record time, BUBBLE is simple and no frills look naked Soderbergh, away from the dollar and the theories, the central objective.
[Luca Pacini]

Tales of Ordinary Madness:
Director discontinuous but from appreciating the spirit investigator, Steven Soderbergh, with "Bubble", challenge the movie industry with great courage. Firstly, because it bypasses the logical common ground rather than letting the distribution of his films simultaneously in theaters, on DVD and pay-tv. Second, because this step takes a little work with anything but commercial and free of any appeal. The challenge, at least from the point of view of style, is won (and probably also the business plan does not languish, given the cost). At the base of the experiment there is a story both simple and disturbing. In a small town in Ohio, in a doll factory, the balance between two work colleagues, a young man and a woman, is troubled by the arrival of a single mother. To involve the structure is not so much "yellow" of the story, as the subtle director's ability to connote perfect theater environment of the story and the characters drift. No star on the assembly line, but common side facing a devastating slow But from the everyday. A dozing placid routine where the tragedy of inner emptiness unbridgeable. In this sense, the small town America comes out in pieces and it is in the silences, filled mostly by noise environment in trade monosyllabic during lunch or a night at the pub over a beer, say the absence of significant events, which can be explained by Soderbergh under the alienation of a life devoid of stimuli, in which the successive days by inertia and really nothing seems able to diminish the emotions. A world without reference points, with variable amok, in which killing can be a choice as simple as required. Finally, the digital out of the habit of shelling at all costs, showing that an alternative to film, without much difference in quality is possible. The script is well structured and interpreters, all non-professional actors recruited in place, have the right to make credible faces destabilizing event.
[Luca Baroncini]

gaze: When
now, admit it, hope was lost here is Soderbergh's return in good shape: the director, who now seemed consecrated the Industry, running a film low cost with beautiful faces from the road, stirs in the mud of the American province evoking the alienation of TWIN PEAKS, choose a story taking it rough all the way without fear of horrifying. BUBBLE is a gnome for the standard of the director: minimum, spectacular zero, are simple but effective in their infinite disquiet (doll factory). The deviance, the tunnel mental illness does not scare the author, that proves that you can (still) making a film using a staging freezes and unadorned, although the support is usually rough triangle sentimental opera opens his eyes wide as gaze of Martha (Debbie Doebereiner, a beautiful monster ") and the tip straight into the abyss. In the background: an extraordinary formal austerity tells America inability to communicate, through almost endless fixed plans, Gus Van Sant in the balance between acceleration decadent rock. How insane film about insanity BUBBLE, uncomfortable next-door neighbor, turns out to be by far the best proof of the American.
[Emanuele Di Nicola]

Comments:
Focus, parallissi and production of meaning:
The focus, as is known, is a narrative process which is to provide the reader with a number of knowledge of (internal focus) or less (external focus) to one owned by a character. Genette calls it "a restriction of 'field', a selection of information than the so-called omniscient narrative tradition (...)". In reality, the cinema would be more appropriate to speak of ocularizzazione (François Jost) - or even rather, bias (André Gardies) - but, to avoid intolerable academic constraints, we are satisfied dell'arcinota genettiana category. Also because it allows us to bring in another concept, the less worn and abused, the French scholar: that of parallissi, or the "retention of information logically carried as" the party dominant mode of the story. In other words, if a story is internal focus, the omission of a fact known to the person on whom the story is focused parallissi. The premise of narratological order is less than it seems inessential, since it helps to address the last Steven Soderbergh's second coordinates suitable are those of the narrative mechanism. Film at greater risk of overstatement, Bubble is in fact built entirely on the procedures mentioned. Wisely - we must add - but at a substantially conventional chains Soderbergh in blocks of narrative focus internal variable (the story is focused now on the character of Kyle, now up to Martha) until the murder of Rose. Here a work parallissi omitting the essential information that should be guaranteed by the party rules adopted by the story. Parallissi focus on internal variable here is the formula by which the American filmmaker works his small films (low-cost duration and low: only 73 '), proving once more shrewd and skillful manipulator of the entertainment packager of audiovisual products. There is no mention of experimental work, because of experimental Bubble is not a trace: the use of actors off the street and kept in the dark narrative of the development is not new, the mounting pseudojump-cut is the figure soderberghiana for excellence and the use of digital key antispettacolare semidocumentaristica and has already been formulated and practiced in the U.S. by the project groups (of which it is useful to recall the interesting Tape (2001) by Richard Linklater, adapted from a play by Stephen Belber). The characterization the characters and the establishment of their relationships suffer from a similar schematic: Martha morbid obesity and Kyle are the sensitive boy cronies, the arrival of the charming and cheeky Rose will send everything upside down. Also on the allegorical, the film seems to go beyond the programmatic and inconsequential statement. Exemplary in this sense, the first shot of the film: the bucket of a bulldozer sinking into the soggy soil of a cemetery. The meaning is all too clear: this film will dig into the quagmire of the American province, showing the moral poverty, squalor and horror. Is there a way to produce more mechanical way with images?
[Alessandro Baratti]

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The bench of 19 - Ode to a girl


girl,
lithe and dark,
between smiles mint
cheeks and strawberry.
girl,
forever and never once
growth,
yet turn the pages
and knows first
of 'start' s a book
its final page,
his thanks
and 3 blank pages
left, including the price,
the 'smell and cover .
girl,
detached from existentialism
but well hang on nails
crisis of the mirror.
girl,
hands to push up the 'listening
a sign of respect singular,
against d 'a world of the masses,
a character who is known for 7,
pages Russian banner of' romanticism
persos forever on the road -
Pollicino there 'taught anything.
girl,
ghost too, with a 'smoky industry
in London and pocket full of dreams.
girl,
ghost also probably
you have been next -
vanilla and cinnamon, ginger, remember?
Invisible and rootless,
for you that you do not have suitable glass eyes.
hours sitting on your watch 19 of dissolved
to the right edge of a Provencal road.
The red bike you see is mine.

Hiding Status And Mood

a Long Dimanche de fiançailles

DIRECTOR: Jean-Pierre Jeunet
PRODUCTION: Fra / USA - 2004 - Drama
LENGTH: 134 '
CAST: Audrey Tautou, Gaspard Ulliel, Albert Dupontel, Jodie Foster, Lanners, Thierry Gibault, Jean-Pierre Darroussin, André Dussolier
Screenplay: Guillaume Laurent - JP Jeunet (novel by Sebastian Japrisot) PHOTOGRAPHY: Bruno Delbonnel
DESIGN: Alice Bonetto
ASSEMBLY: Hervé Schneid
COSTUMES: Madeline Fontaine
MUSIC: Angelo Badalamenti

Plot:
Mathilde lost in war her boyfriend, who started two years earlier for the front. Despite reports to the contrary she is convinced that he is still alive and doing everything to find him.

Reviews:
Love that never dies :
At the time I did not understand the widespread resentment against AMELIE, a work that was the only defect of being clever than some Hollywood movies but bill of well over a substrate and with plenty more cultured. The following AMELIE while thematically is less risky (Jeunet takes refuge in the pages of a novel) is definitely more risky in the development and in the outcome. The melodrama of the fund, as well as the content - clearly pacifist - are, in fact, more than in his popular predecessor, a mere pretext, sufficient to fit the author's method recognizable here, then, that under the distorting lens of the director, the film opens divagational one thousand tracks, history center being the center of many streams branching narrative - some only sketched, others continued and developed in a continued use of flashbacks (and flashbacks of flashbacks) real or assumed - that tone of literature for the slight craziness reminds Queneau the methodical and maniacal in Perec. The beginning of the film is in this sense almost programmatic and sketched the story of five characters by following cardinal the story from multiple perspectives, as will (of course our thoughts go to Kurosawa) for the blast mowing the Albatros-Manech Fiordaliso, while the film runs on the track of the memory of a mythical time and postcard that unfold in environments fairy tale (the home of the protagonist) and where the border with the commercial awareness is more often exceeded (the arrival of the postman, tasting the delicacies prepared by your hostess, the catchy word). In this sense, the care of the décor, perfectionism, which controls each sequence, the register does not restrict the (moving from movie footage all'onirismo made - brilliantly - in the form of silent film), the use a human and a digital photo and turn saturated, while mania may appear sickly and, precisely, blatant advertising, the other representing the perfect rendering of a poetic and visual imagery in obsessive detail, expressionism , vintage, modern antiques and bric à brac are the masters. The story goes while playing with destiny, a destiny which the protagonist, mad love (the same Amelie, in his permanent happiness for all, was not she too, in its way, a mentally unstable?) Tries to grab hair and bend to his will (the beloved must be alive and Mathilde is keen to point out that it is not persistent but of hope - Hope is the normal form of delirium, he said Cioran -) and that scattering traces and clues that will be consistently recovered and put into context, it is up a catalog (nearly Luperi) of characters, the most diverse (confused - in comparsame - even Jodie Foster). Perhaps there is nothing really new in this, if not the perfect setup for that method described above (and PellesC wittily AMELIE hoped that at the time of the eye that the director was still a prisoner of megaproduzione castrating - as in ALIEN RESURRECTION -, finding in this discipline it needed to give their best), probably to the theoretical construction basic element of the work is striking (Greenaway docet) so as to freeze the melodrama (but we are sure, the author had every intention), maybe two hours and passes control of affectation end up being too much (but better of any, pallosissimo Gilliam, who, in many ways, we can approach the French), perhaps the way Jeunet has reached its peak and now seriously threatens the sterile exercise, but in the face of such anonymous mass of celluloid, the ' A VERY LONG ENGAGEMENT operation, with all its faults, is still welcome greeting.
[Luca Pacini]

Life is a novel
is not the nostalgia of the past to suggest the translucent surface on which to run the headlines: a cast of more than meatloaf love and war one (s) lost golden age, Jeunet's new work is an explosion in style Amélie. It is not only the presence of Audrey Tautou to allow the comparison: a long dimanche de fiançailles (the engagement must be replaced, in the Italian title, a general passion) is a quasi-remake of the earlier film, serving as part of a research a "treasure box" (containing the last shreds of life of a group of men devoted to death), involving / upsets diverse lives and lands in a stunted, yet wonderful, loving joy. After an introduction conveniently frowning (some weighed down by too many blinking in Paths of Glory), the film flaunts its exuberance sovereign creating a magic lantern filled with specks of Visp and enchanted sea, traveling through time and space with the soft rush of voice over, making the rectangle of the screen fragments of expression between the Gothic and Art Nouveau, piling up and flipping through pictures and sounds with a meticulousness that slips into a gentle madness (Bénédicte dixit). The visual splendor, rich in detail icy and unnatural (the bizarre prostheses used by the characters in their own personal treasure hunt) is undeniable, but if some sequences offer pearls of elegance (the reluctant lovers) and dried voltage (the hospital in the hangar, with the disaster underscored by a fart mechanical), and other heavy sound far-fetched (the Verdi of revenge against 'officer in default). The irony quite often loses his way home, the tenderness does not always fill the gap. Is not, by Jeunet, one step back, but all in all a break and enjoyable rather comfortable. Best, however, the direction of the colorful cast, which features a delicate Foster of despair.
[Stefano Selleri ]

Comments :
Area readers:
From the novel by Sebastien Japrisot Jeunet's latest film, with the shadow of Amélie to wander (though in a more painful) in this strange and captivating film noir of war. 1917, five men on the front of the Somme are injured to return home, instead of ending court-martialed and then thrown in the trench, the so-called ultimate fighting coward. Mathilde (Audrey Tautou in an intense), not getting any news from her boyfriend Manech (just an honest Gaspard Ulliel), will start his search. Dreamer, naive inventor of all personal superstitions (Amelie played with proverbs), seeks obsessive clues scattered like a treasure hunt but written with too many sheets. Atmosphere charming and terribly realistic, painstakingly minute details, a judicious use of digital technology (which among other things makes a big Paris, thanks also to the beautiful photography of Bruno Delbonnel), the practical realization of so many great ideas and original (rather, only convincing case already heard the music of Angelo Badalamenti) ideas, however, only partially contribute to the construction and evolution of a story, indeed rather ragged and heavy to be followed. At one point, in fact, you lose the road and we are entrusted to a director, but with the anger of those who wanted to walk from the film alone. E at the end when the narrative balance is compromised by too many names, too many faces, too many sottostorie, you lose interest in knowing if Manech is alive or dead. But when the attention dies down at times, never sleeps as in some Italian movies (I do not know, we want to talk about "Crystal Eyes" by Puglielli or favorite "I Can See in the eyes" of Santella? Still waiting for the next Calopresti and Piccioni, of course).
[Andrea Battantier]

piccolopiccolo ^ This is a film as a kind of card that you almost get lost in your pocket. Trat tasi a history of difficult, however slight, runs on the eyelids.

The color is once again becoming the bone of cuttlefish (think Delicatessen) and the size is, as is typical in Jeunet, almost fable-like and almost devoid of Time.

The melodies of Badalamenti then reconfirm the effects and the pathos - then I wonder about the quick step or less from Lynch to Jeunet. Paris also seems to be better dressed than usual ... beautiful picture of a crowd crowds before, after a solitary portrait.

Certainly the love here is more concrete, almost on the side of Boccaccio, but no less milk & mielecaldo. ^

Brazilian Wax Salons In Al

Maya

Cara cloud spirit and inspire Wind,

in our expressions and against our will,

at the moment of birth collected by him mind

and accepted with the right glass of unconsciousness in

nature as well as our future profession ideals.

Cara cloud fun look in our eyes,

facing our faces with a taste of rain and black currant,

cullacci fancy take us and as a woman caring

let rest for a moment ,

allow the temporary wonder noumenon

allow the mystical encounter between air and mouth,

between dreams, as a kind of bread to accompany, and parted lips .

The prospect of this fantasy long months and years,

gives us no paper, ribbon and ticket

it poses to our senses and misleading stepmother.

We need, at least in moments of recreation,

of a royal flight,

anything that smacks of focal and childish.

Over the hedge, over the bridge,

beyond the old and the sea.

We delude ourselves waiting

of being steeped in a race,

of Serbia in the bosom

the number of a second,

the graphic sign of an hour,

the name of a month,

attributes of a season.

So.

hand heats if passed

with frenetic sense of anxiety

belly inflated with helium

excited eyes -

is the first day of school for them -

know of several changes from now to mark

and eyelashes,

are about to become nth interval

for a viewing of a film

director of novices,

with little critical acclaim

but resounding general affection.

Brazilian Wax Truckee

Betrayal

The first page of that book

(carrying in her womb a dedication by 8 months or already there):

Empty pockets friend

in the spine because

lies not certainty,

nor any center of gravity.

Close in circles that take you behind, every experience rhythmic appearance, but in the sincerity expired and gone bad.

shame and pain because prostitutes

every bit of culture,

your mother and your grandmother

t'appesero the Sun North

so delicious with intimate care.

Clock pendula But you shells.

Hold between nails and details, to the Dominican port of burlesque and a summer house and ask yourself, ask yourself what is still pure, still rectum. Look MadreMare and ask for the death of a coin, when asked about a laugh dropped in a pit between each of us taken and tense, designed and built. Go wild in every hair, scream the bloody breath!

Trace and thrown on each sheet,

apostrophised those hands dirty by Venus

left corner of unsold paintings.

S Mussati corners nose worn -

really believe

with it

can

will hold a sky of only one meter more than you

large and mature?

Of Dorian six poor daughter!

Unfazed sterilize each category

leave it to the ideas to get the love and kissing.

Clairvoyance: the concepts will open their legs to the letters! L ' Orgy will not only be imagined! But spoken! With kindness! Way! Education! Cassandra was the last page, now it's only earth. Immerse yourself in it and vestitene memories. Join the field, embracing events time only natural (and nonverbal).

The word does not make sense, and so the verb.

just threw it in color.

Voice on the belly.

legs.

belly again.

lips.

So enjoy the paragraph.

Orgasm lies at the foot of the page -

first academic world, you know?

hath been clouded now, forgive shoes and scarves. Tell the skirt today finally, tomorrow I will have the paragraph to read. Turn your gaze to me, Hold my hand, still have much to write about you,

you're

my

unspoken

undressed

raped

refused

lost

reflected the sun.

Fans still

where saliva

turns the page,

forgive the anger.

Life is your

and to Thee I dedicate.

Wedding Favor Tag Sayings

smell like

I met a girl. They were unlucky day of Spring, her favorite season. He told of how persecuted the smell, stressed saccenza with the choice of the word smell instead scent of sea and wind. Described in my ear unwisely then, why maybe miserably conscious of the many ways that these feelings had to take it back, or on the legs smooth and white.
I met this girl I said - from the first moment the impression was of how much he had learned his stuff from an early age. Studied for profession and I could not tell for sure what, but I can now draw the little importance of the issue. It was clear his ability to move between fields and gave almost always the impression of having learned from elementary school to make the protagonist of paintings by Van Gogh. He knew variants of blue and red, but he dreamed of one form of purple.
He showed me the afternoon of the sixth day of our knowledge diaries: Chronicles of bizarre mental journey. He walked the bricks. Gray brick, brick-colored cream. Did not seem to be overly proud and, I admit, I felt something strange. For every expression of my curiosity seemed to hold almost homeless, fed the need for probably gestures, little things. Small intimate things, I mean.
Over the months that followed that sixth week, emerged kisses and broken words. He knew how to be loved, in a highly personal and not very viable way of course. Yet he knew and wanted, so he wanted to know.
Sere type A in which he showed me with a lot of non-luminous baton between your fingers, than it was lively and spirited the world in black and white Resnais. Evenings of type B in which he could drive me crazy and taste the blood film with red or reddish or so that some of Lynch (mother told me how her daughter had begun to eat stuff to film the third year of high school - it was argued vehemently in the house the view of the very few calories in about one of the many evenings A). Fanciulla of a certain style and melancholy, nothing to object.

remained rapt and waiting, every time I tried to collect the lips or cheeks between her fingers. And I was absolutely blind eye when he told me of his or repeated changes of mood, his renunciation of the mirror with pride expressed a desire for suicide carnival personality. The pressed to identify any objectification of will be able to cancel later, along with the memory of having owned the same lap.

any thoughts on content and formulation of hair seemed to go and fire. I will admit in confidence he had never longed shutdown. Only once, just once I hugged her and I remembered how it would be easy to find, "to the left of your flesh, where the only meat you refuses to be left."

We made love after 11 months of Friends of the election and was, as one was ever able to learn in the years to follow, once as it should. He waited, silent. I dressed the body of stamps air breaths breaths breaths. He claimed his being and his stature with the air. Funny creature that managed to wake up at 6 am, leaving me in my shine on the bed without a name, surname and date of belonging. Then I saw there were the 7, 7, and something better to say - "where the hell I left the phone heretic?" ... he cut her own hair, that crazy tuttaocchi. I sighed for a moment, narrowing his eyes and God knows how I burned my eyes in the morning - "maybe I'm better with hair so short, just a little slope to the left" - I thought. I went back to bed and I also observed that morning in my stuttering alone. A few more distortion on the right, another left and then I'll be blunt perfect. For a closed box. For a box with lid. Just a little hole in the north - west, where I will always remember of a landscape en plein air.

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Capam

Testimonials concert (Stefania sulking in the addescata Paul Bluto; Interpollo drunkard Sabba perplessomane:) God Capa) ...

Bushnellelitearcrepairs

Postcard

I left a lot behind me.

I left in another sense, too much love to go away, but in a selfish sense, then abandoning, in different ways, different paths, different choices.

I left behind me pages of books up to the loss of scented nose, I left their lives acute brilliant and less brilliant teachers, mentors, brain buttons.

somewhere I left friends and confidants, people close and intimate as holes in the pockets of your jacket green dearest hope.

I shed for the black earth trampled vivid memories and intense, like a ripe fruit than it should, over time led to a kiss desired. I left small pieces of white bread in milk for those who want to find myself one day.

I left behind me nostalgic tears and seasonal items that they knew of archaic trips, first loves and first clashes of philosophy.

I brought with me instead, each teaching philosophy. Any collapse of Newtonian physics, geometry and analysis of each fall at the hands of Frege and Russell, each category, including causality, all pessimism and existentialism, even the mechanism ... although they are basically pure dialectical virtuosity. I brought with me rare photographs and never comprehensive, but highly indicative. The first time I made love. The first time I felt my body dive into reality every day. The first time I walked equipped with a simple black dancers, blacks fisherman pants, shirt, black bow, light green scarf on the sand, thinking how perfect it all step by step for free speech and spending. The first time I have if the product, the first time that I have been se-duced. My first battle (never supported war).

I have inside me concepts and precepts, many thanks and a few surprises, other deductions and insight attempts. I have in my summer love, a desire for facial expressions and face splashed on the Sun, clouds above her head velociveloci I scorran flushed - a little scene with Donnie Darko Siori, who can take the salt air under the eyes as a kind of fresh herbs, pure and innocent, dirty trousers sappian gently sand Let them confidence that has run from the sun while lying to toast synapses.

open hands to catch the sea.

open hands to gather the thoughts of us, ...

bystanders who weigh too much to have lost his mind in the art too.

Searching for a time deliberately lost.

Electrician Lisense Nys

school lessons yet artistic



shelf unit: Arts in-life reflection
Soundtrack: Deasonika - The day I sound crazy

Bread Commercial Home Differences

8 hours. 45 somewhere

The hint of a smile that

between a cafe and a nearly complete
account to leave is never paid

,

early eye seems to be my good friend Charles,

esasustiva the most best known of Mr. Wagner in
period, virtuosity of style also made clear, ante

Parsifal.