Time sullen on this holy land. Three days of "crazy" of rain and wind without interruption as it had not happened for too long. People are happy as the rain is scarce in this arid corner of the world if. It's good they are happy.
But the atmosphere is still like a real gloomy winter Sunday as a day when nothing else works, a PC where windows are locked, where applications are more cumbersome to load than the lead or other tweets you seem so futile.
A cloudy image of this country that refuses to get out of penury, with his future prime minister and his government illegitimate right, so right .... unless the left Havoda ready to lose his soul for a portfolio. It is quite possible, yes no doubt. Everything is permitted.
No truce with Hamas rather than continuing to send their rockets as if nothing had happened. Bravo again to the IDF's deterrent force both praised and supposedly restored. Casting lead a little leaden.
It solves nothing, it continues like this, do not bother to make peace or progress. Nothing beats a good status quo for a few years. Even more settlements for some and more attacks and hatred for others. Pour a little blood, just for fun.
Day hail, not often sacred land so often sacrificed by the heat of désert.Comme a pain that refuses to die, like a boyfriend or girlfriend confronts the fear, suffering and the unknown. Fight against a faceless monster. All alone as the only allied with the struggle and faith. As a
Bashung who falter but continued to scream in musique.Sortir his soul on stage until the last second.
Wait night to forget her anguish. At night I lie.
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