contra bords i lladres, reneix la ment! /.../ i sempre al servei de la força comuna, i no caure mai en aquelles febleses que, després de guanyar, ens han fet perdre tantes vegades LA DARRERA BATALLA (Joan Coromines) /.../ cal mai no abandonar ni la tasca ni l'esperança de llibertat i d'independència. /.../

dimarts

selefion nafionah


...please, note that those pestilent fascists go under the same colors under which the francoists went, and sing the same lousy shitty anthem the francoists did. Nothing has changed. The fascists still insist in their obdurate fascism, and the rights of the Catalonian people, which magnificent squad is unlawfully prohibited, are ignored. The lame fascists try to legitimize their fascist government by poisoning the mind of the creeps that follow the game. Asspain is a fascist state and their football team is a fascist asshole of a disgraceful team, the most ludicrous bunch of francoists nostalgia-ridden creeps.

Down with their damned ridiculous inept flapping.

They make everybody puke.

opi rai:

l'ensopit:

La meva foto
Under the speckled canopy / Where, along the autumnal whisper / Of fair weather, I walked, / The enkindled persimmon, / And then the flaming chestnut, / The imploded acorn, fell… /.../.../ My eyes, and nose, and ears, / And tongue, and skin, in joy / Praised such fragile perfection. .../.../

Vit

Vit
Boïl