To govern is very easy, it is enough to have an illiterate people.
To clean the dust the files in the Lisbon Toast of the Tumble when I found a surprising manuscript.
King cut João V from Portugal that reigned from 1706 to 1750, lived luxurious with the ships that arrived and they unloaded gold and Brazilian diamonds. He was the gods' king. The Convent of Mafra spent 120 million of crusaders. The tithe to the church of Rome crossed 200 million. The Aqueduct of the Free Waters?!.. Did the people pay. A king that influences kings moderns, they copy him, they supplant him. Unsatisfied, king João V wanted more wealth, what proves that the more are had more it is wanted, and it ordered the preparations of three embarkations, bound for African western, in the drift of the robbery, in the draft of more gold and diamonds.
The equipment of the ships finished that admiral for Fuenteovejuna, unaccustomed in a sedative morning. They used the practice of just the captains to know the destiny of the trip. They arrived at the islands of Cape Green, they made the Turn to the Square, later they were at the mercy of the good winds steering for south. A lot they navigated and they tacked to the encounter of a great storm that would be said awaited them.
The vacancies didn't vacate the ships that separate lost the desire, the being of good peace. Rain and windstorm intensified, what forced the ships release her the hands, and they leave the route as countries badly governed. Inauspicious days was happened to efforts for if they don't move away, for us to continue as lovers, but in vain, the ship captain lost them the figures. The admiral of the sea ocean Fuenteovejuna, was not surprised when it was sailed that he walked to the drift. As the men that make war, the sea also gets tired and it appeases. The dance of the visible universe was proceeded and one tired sailor loosened something similar to a scream:
- Earth to the view!
- Praised is Our God Mister! - The captain that increased cried out:
- We will repair the devastation of the storm, to renew them live and to know where to approach the dock.
Exhausted, they lied down in the fine sand of the imaginary paradise. The vegetation to make compact and the sun broke up with his furnace, what took Fuenteovejuna to prophesy:
- Here comes to the country of the sun!
The kind invitation of the Nature was savored to beat indolence, but the delight was not been long because of the shadows of the vegetation some dark human beings, cover with chocolate appeared. One stands out, it raises the hand in execution sign and Fuenteovejuna asks him:
- Where are we, who are?
- Watula! (Already comes) they greeted the native ones in his language.
Fuenteovejuna, to James Cook in Australian, wisely it explains to their men:
- My gentlemen… they are in the kingdom of Watulas!
He saw the uselessness of his conversation because the native ones didn't understand him. It was sketched, he made an effort and to keep silent.
Suddenly a youth, a nativity of extraordinary beauty that makes a disconcerting statement appears:
- I understand your prose.
Fuenteovejuna looked gluttonous for the youth nativity, as somebody that didn't eat anything there is a long time. She wondered, he admired her, it took off her mentally, and it looked twenty-five years. Colour of clear chocolate, reminded a statue of lost goddess, the to very sought by the Argonaut, a legend of the wonderful charmed islands, that no sculptor had still sculpted. As a dream never traveled, found, never revealed. The nude breasts, erectos and nipples of maddening any hominid, suggested that has just docked in the lost paradise. To already cover her the sex publicise, it printed the wonderful invention of the bikini. Fuenteovejuna forgot about God because it felt a chill of terrestrial passion go him by the center of the body.
Gil Gonçalves
To clean the dust the files in the Lisbon Toast of the Tumble when I found a surprising manuscript.
King cut João V from Portugal that reigned from 1706 to 1750, lived luxurious with the ships that arrived and they unloaded gold and Brazilian diamonds. He was the gods' king. The Convent of Mafra spent 120 million of crusaders. The tithe to the church of Rome crossed 200 million. The Aqueduct of the Free Waters?!.. Did the people pay. A king that influences kings moderns, they copy him, they supplant him. Unsatisfied, king João V wanted more wealth, what proves that the more are had more it is wanted, and it ordered the preparations of three embarkations, bound for African western, in the drift of the robbery, in the draft of more gold and diamonds.
The equipment of the ships finished that admiral for Fuenteovejuna, unaccustomed in a sedative morning. They used the practice of just the captains to know the destiny of the trip. They arrived at the islands of Cape Green, they made the Turn to the Square, later they were at the mercy of the good winds steering for south. A lot they navigated and they tacked to the encounter of a great storm that would be said awaited them.
The vacancies didn't vacate the ships that separate lost the desire, the being of good peace. Rain and windstorm intensified, what forced the ships release her the hands, and they leave the route as countries badly governed. Inauspicious days was happened to efforts for if they don't move away, for us to continue as lovers, but in vain, the ship captain lost them the figures. The admiral of the sea ocean Fuenteovejuna, was not surprised when it was sailed that he walked to the drift. As the men that make war, the sea also gets tired and it appeases. The dance of the visible universe was proceeded and one tired sailor loosened something similar to a scream:
- Earth to the view!
- Praised is Our God Mister! - The captain that increased cried out:
- We will repair the devastation of the storm, to renew them live and to know where to approach the dock.
Exhausted, they lied down in the fine sand of the imaginary paradise. The vegetation to make compact and the sun broke up with his furnace, what took Fuenteovejuna to prophesy:
- Here comes to the country of the sun!
The kind invitation of the Nature was savored to beat indolence, but the delight was not been long because of the shadows of the vegetation some dark human beings, cover with chocolate appeared. One stands out, it raises the hand in execution sign and Fuenteovejuna asks him:
- Where are we, who are?
- Watula! (Already comes) they greeted the native ones in his language.
Fuenteovejuna, to James Cook in Australian, wisely it explains to their men:
- My gentlemen… they are in the kingdom of Watulas!
He saw the uselessness of his conversation because the native ones didn't understand him. It was sketched, he made an effort and to keep silent.
Suddenly a youth, a nativity of extraordinary beauty that makes a disconcerting statement appears:
- I understand your prose.
Fuenteovejuna looked gluttonous for the youth nativity, as somebody that didn't eat anything there is a long time. She wondered, he admired her, it took off her mentally, and it looked twenty-five years. Colour of clear chocolate, reminded a statue of lost goddess, the to very sought by the Argonaut, a legend of the wonderful charmed islands, that no sculptor had still sculpted. As a dream never traveled, found, never revealed. The nude breasts, erectos and nipples of maddening any hominid, suggested that has just docked in the lost paradise. To already cover her the sex publicise, it printed the wonderful invention of the bikini. Fuenteovejuna forgot about God because it felt a chill of terrestrial passion go him by the center of the body.
Gil Gonçalves
