Fue re-loco.
Me escuchaban.
No sé si militaré en alguna agrupación, pero creo que militante, de alguna manera, ya soy.
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Ahora, pa' repartir volantes no me engancha nadie, eso sí que no.
Pero algo es algo.
No! No! No! It was impossible. Her hands clutched the iron in frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish.
"Eveline! Evvy!"
He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.
- James Joyce, Eveline, Dubliners.
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Meli presidente, loco.
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