Wednesday, May 28, 2014

IV THE TRIP


IV THE TRIP
Deciembre 15, 1632, heavy rain poured, shaken the shattering of my life in front of the tomb of my grandmother most caressing, also laid over mawsoleyum de la familia Castellano, next to my grandfather and brave mother did not even witness the my dadalaga. When done repent uppror uwian the condoles will not request me to heaven, I hope the rain poured stronger, eventually drown the feeling afflicted with extreme luluksa. Tomb Saharap I poured all the tears, the coloring bathtub blood rose. Feels heavy heavy, heart is like tinutuhog of thunder and lightning. Not receive a nagmamanhid I thought hopefully, hopefully pleasant protecting the Noche Buena partake along with grandmother, but here I am now, nilulunod of sexual activities iritang grief.
I beat on the door of mawsoleyo wrath, precipitate chest too angry, angry quarrel in the achievement did not fair fortune, all the love is gone like a bubble in my side, I feel chokes cruel amalgamation the My life as binabaktas the road out of sementero of Triana, left wet rain the whole body, perhaps dissipate these feelings antenna is constantly cry.
Just one thought of reaching home, my father finds the continent of America. Missed to dinner that evening, uppror thoughtful ways to reach the continent of America. Except in our home, maybe I have not been back, thought uppror I would sell more expensive and Silk iniregalo rekados me my lover activist - Mr. Juan Miguel de Figueroa - The value of this is to use long-'s spend my trip towards which, I just want to find and see my father.
Period when tiempo Invierno when will the people of Seville tightly embraces the winter, but the lips I kissed the warm depression, constant flowing of luaha my pillow until my whole environment becomes uppror numbness, nagpaubayang carried away the sense of dreams, in sleep had riyalidad rewarding temporary, hardly drew a white dove from the hole in the corner mourning into gladness.
The last word I heard from cousin Diego as pope climbing I damyo the Galleon uppror on January 18, 1633, carrying the gift of his very image drawn on canvas, he can not look back oh more, I do not mourn the mourning feeling whenever I see the leak of her tears because of my departure. I admit as much grieved the heart of mahagkan method that he knew my cheek and more maskalap think, to permanently abandon the homeland.
Due to the large amount was raised CPM sales rekados and silky gold prices also were unable to get exclusive uppror cabin, with grandeur but is relatively safe for travelers I like alone.
Shall cover the twilight began to sail our sinasakyang Galleon from the Guadalquivir River to the continent of America, there probably have found my father and also found my cruel fate the peaceful roads of my destiny. But I am sure there will soon find personal peace
Would come to my cabin the ears suddenly heard the phrase do not understand the thought. "Shalom! Medaber IVRIT "-" peaceful remembrance, please do speak Hebrew language uppror "- uppror In Tagalog-language pronunciation of a estrangherang Señoras. "Huh! What our intentional? "Question him, tone of voice I was wondering kanayang words I do not understand, when done malingon he stood at the door of kamaroteng uppror very honest with me. I watched him from head to foot, loving andalusyana prominent figure of her looks, but I knew she was a Jewess, uppror not because he resembles the Jewish burned Plaza tueing require cash Inquisition courts, if not removed the leap of blood, half blood lumalatay my kaugatan is also a Jewess. Based in aristocratic clothing, uppror decent motion, I immediately found that she is a luxurious family. According to talk-peace heard in every corner of the road to Seville, when an

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