On Castilla winter are closed and opaque. However, immerse them in their desert camps and sleep, to feel the buzz of the soul that lies on the ground quiet and skinny, so does the noble Castilian. fascinates me when the fog look at the cover, guess what's behind it, like to feel the chill that crawls up my body and smell the wet and icy usually printed in aged skin.
By Air fleet lost the pain of wood smoke braised, it reminds me of the pigeons as they ascend to the infinite and man is close to the ground longing her dove.
addition, this noble land in winter has a spiritual imprint of suffering and silent epiphanies. Castilla is great to watch because it discover its winter birds.
deep Castilla, Castilla white, gray castilla, industrious and honest, today has a name: Edward. Human being kind and strong as the land where you were born. Yours today feel the ice cold heart in your absence because you chose January 1 to fly with your partner. She had long waited for you, but fate would have it, you stay with your six
Eduardo was a good man, really good, loving what is right and yours ... as Castilla.
Earth, sometimes twisted, steep the path of Eduardo, too many rocks, so weeds ... So it is Castilla. But he never stopped trying to lead by example to those around him, never failed ..., as their land.
De Castilla are poets and songwriters. Kings and counts, but winter birds that quietly and humbly, vaunting the land of Castile.
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