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Deep and although staff had varied coats, Dominguito Dominguín and many other smokers basking in the sun (it is reported that Alexander Pizarroso left pipe and smoke cigars very rare) the act presentation The female gaze was an act Toreo very posh, very posh with aunts, an act very PP cornered by the ladies of the PP, these cornucopias of fans bull derechona Esperanza Aguirre, Countess of Murillo to considering a star and revere to embarrassment and that what I saw I think in the end, the lady president of the CAM passes from them haughtily. I went
Elsa Maxwell plan because otherwise I will not. So they arrive well before the scheduled time is when the organization of any event often loses temper with last minute problems, salsa informative input I caught one of us speaking at the podium on behalf of each and The setback was no other logical that two candidates who gave the maximum size: Angela Cristina Hernández Sánchez and .
known limelight aside, both proposals were indisputable, the representation had to fall on those most exposed had, before the bull, exponent, and two bullfighters had more than enough merit to the keynote address. A Cristina Sánchez endorse him for having taken the alternative and it has been confirmed in Madrid, as Maripaz Vega, of which I am a supporter who was not present, while Angela to fit him the honor of being which was breached in very hard and be well, the veteran, the most international. I put
trick by supuestísimo and voted for Angela , bordering the Bullfighting a word with a presence on stage and a big delicacy in ways that was aplaudidísima, shot lady at such cockatoos, which found public girls and managed to understand the caliber of one of the most literature of modern bullfighting. I talked to
of Ana Infante Paco Umbral , which coincided with the young bullfighter in rehabilitation and the sorcerer gave him a literary piece of framing, and do not remember, did not fall, "Ah, yes Ana Infante ...", then learns very little of what surrounds him.
News haute couture: the red and gold vest worn by Noelia Jiménez in the presentation of his book, ink and gold "was produced by my friend Isabelita for me Nati teacher that her mother was a teacher, I repeated to the more sinister story of machismo that I know told me she does and the test of years, when I spent many hours in his studio as if I was in an oratory, by which time there fell from an incognito Hollywood luminaries close friend of the house, and later also visit unexpectedly French fashion designer Christian Lacroix to see embroidery stitchers.
The greeting that I was denied twice was displaced Pilar González del Valle, Marquise de la Vega de Anzo, and denied me twice and I had to blame me because I thought the first had not heard me for deafness, and insisted: Aunt looked at me, turned his head, leaving me with the word in the mouth, stunned. What this woman and that signature is film, what has been our life, mind you, but do like a couple of seasons came to me asking the marquesona explanations for the wild behavior in my criticism of her weary, talk, I apologized in case he had seriously injured, I told him not happen again, we hugged, and even today.
Shagged to Rosa Jiménez Cano, who was in a hurry, as always, I embraced Pilar Abad and Carolina Fraile with my best wishes for the Short family, I congratulated him on Paloma Aguilar , I missed a Mariví Romero and Muriel Feiner, and de la Serna Peñuca escaped me unhealthy. With my admiration Dolores Aguirre did not dare to see, it imposes, and also roamed around Josephine Douet and Anya Bartels , French and German photographers respectively.
A Maribel Atienzar kidnapped in a corner and remember our times and the anger of not having seen him since. Lives in Paris, and asked him to refresh my memory of that afternoon carabanchelera in which was announced plaza filled with Miguelín and Antonio José Galán , two were two, and gave us time eating longing to Murcia from Algeciras to which both are devout.
Someone pushed me to put me in the final photo in front of a battalion Photographers with more danger than a box of bombs firing thunderbolts at a circle of ladies such as the Wardrobe and there I was immortalized as the remains surrounded by select company. As we stood, Esperanza Aguirre, the servant knew that only eye and to the surprise of his entourage crotalonas, approached me and asked me who was very friendly and nice butt, without apparent populism, a dangerous pure seductive Dona Esperanza . I caught the first impression a very intelligent woman, long, wide, long, with policy more perch than I thought, a danger, as I said, to which I predict the direction of the brass band of the PP, which must take early and clean the vermin of Genoa for the good of Tyre and Trojans, it's bad the least.

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stretched his arm while stretching the poster on the wall. I smeared it with glue to anyone being able to start it. His smiling face, but unable to hide the greed that had characterized his government during the term was ending, would stare at passers-by in the coming weeks, threatening to resume his seat for four years. White teeth, totally immaculate, had been subjected to an exhaustive computer retouching, because the natural were unable to hide the remains of the Pharaonic feasts each day tasted his fine palate. Spared no expense to taxpayers in official cars, travel to paradise Tax and hide fraudulent contracts with companies run by close friends.

had raised huge infrastructure whose use was not yet clear, but had to build it or yes, regardless of profitability. Important only line the pockets at any cost and that the policy is brick, though much reduced in the second half of the legislature, still offering easy money to unscrupulous politicians like him.

fired his shots photographers and television cameras captured an audience hungry for information sequences of a tradition that repeated again until four years later. The journalists could not but observe, it was completely banned them ask questions, remain as mere spectators of a staging rehearsed for months, a pantomime that would shake the purest of the Democrats.

From their homes, some people looked askance at the old mayor had tripled taxes, forgetting to govern for the people. The strike was imposing its line while the light, gas and water (among other things) prices reached ever conceived. Gradually they were becoming authentic luxury goods. However, many others admired work done by the mayor in recent years: an Olympic-size velodrome, a science museum that was the envy of the country or organization of an international event. This had given the city its name abroad, but to highlight eseansia had finally engulf the democratic principles of the game, blinding most.

The candidate went on with his ritual. The wall was falling slowly wallpaper, but the Mercedes expected and should skedaddle to another part of the city in which to continue its campaign of deception. While saying goodbye to his cohort, took one of the microphone and said words that echoed in every household that at that hour tuned into regional television: "I will govern by and for citizens."

Ha!