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Finally! I'm a bit rushed right now and I can not write a message as long as I'd like Ghei, but I wish you a very Merry Christmas to all. Happy holidays because they are all awesome and cheer my days. I love them very much. Seriously.

And now a little fic written related to the exchange of gifts World is Mine. I'm a little rusty and not ended eons ago to write something but ... with all love, a very Merry Christmas, claims. I wanted to do something a little happier, a little more lively, but the idea took an unexpected turn and the next thing I know is that just finished curdle the idea. In all I think I like, orI have less love him.

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: "G?
Characters: Norway, Denmark. Terms of Iceland and Sweden.
Notes: For aleganott very cariñoy respect. You spend a nice Christmas!

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Denmark takes a biscuit and bites, slow in the early victory gesture but curving the corners of his mouth. It takes time, leaving the taste probably roll in his mouth, and finally deliberates.


- Heh, are delicious!

Smile therefore obscenely, and calls it fríoy spoilers while chewing with their mouths open.



I'm not cold , Norway thinks to himself,oven. Norway withdraws well before the first contact and strikes to Denmark with his eyes. Danish shows his inability to understand a hint and both gestures go unnoticed.

"Hey, is already getting late. We will pick up in Iceland; I have not even had time to put him to the boot snow in Sweden!

I'm not cold , think again when Norway and Denmark opened the door with one arm around him.
overwhelming, excessive, too.

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Denmarknta something about the weather, something about as it is, sure Norway will freeze.

Burning , think Norway and Denmark draws it to itself more strongly.

Close as it is, sound of the voice of Denmark also reverberates in his chest when he says:

-Comfortable, right?

pushes Norway and Denmark slightly loose, laughing again.

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Author: Hakuchou
Publication Date: December 6, 2009
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wiped with the back of his hand the sweat streaming down his face. She was extremely exhausted, and clothing stuck to the skin as if the clothes would not let tie and exercise more.

But Milo tute, muscle area, every part of your body, every cell.

kept thinking, but nothing came to a head.

With a little sigh and feeling so frustrated twice, then decided to redo the same exercise routine that had started two hours ago.

*

"You're very strange. Did not sleep well or what? "Aioria said suddenly. CHTMLed to see the book and had focused on the ceiling.

Camus squinted as if they had not understood what Aioria had said. "What do you mean?"

Aioria sighed. "Nothing, forget it. We will continue studying. "

And so, without another word, Aioria returned to his book to read on. Camus up the book resting on his chest and started tambiéna further study, but how to do when things were so bad.I'm realized he had stopped exercising, immediately discard the idea of his head, and concentrated again to perform abdominal hundred more like a punishment for allowing his mind to think of the situation.

not really nothing bad had happened: they had fought. There had been only a large and thick silence. A silence that followed a question that made them both: single?

In the morning he had gathered all the knights in the temple of Athena to receive a book with different fighting techniques culture and from different eras that help develop new powers to attack or reinforce already had. It was like a software upgrade that took place at least every three years in which all men, if they so wished, had access to these books to read and learn.

was a tradition that most of the gentlemen to attend the event because the books that could access were the most ancient books that the foundation could Sahori achieve. Therefore, the foundation staff was careful to prestarlXC

And that was all. That had been the conflict. That Milo had five hours non-stop exercising: a sharp and cursed silently. Because no one answered the question. Did not answer the boy, who only had looked strangely, waiting for an answer, but receive nothing and perhaps noting the tension suddenly decided to continue with the next question.

Milo did not understand why they needed to know the marital status to lend a book. What needed that data, what changed with that, do you proast the book if it was that he was married, divorced or widowed. Entendíay not much of his courage came from that fact. He imagined that perhaps the same form as used in the foundation to record someone borrowed a book, usually the general public had to leave all your data if they chose to be a flight, but in this case, what mattered. I felt anger towards the foundation for not making a new form just for this event, I felt anger at Sahori to make the event to start, and more furious because such a thing, ie having or not I had to have a relationshipdesktop search, Athena would always be number one, two would probably be your love / love

, but the order never cambiaríay always be respected.

couples were not were not lovers, they were not dating, they were nothing. They were gentlemen. Knights who loved each other. That was all it was useless to try to see beyond. Camus did not understand then why the simple and stupid question of 'single? "I caused a rage so deep.

*

Arriving at his shrine, Milo was a HTMLXC "Is everything okay with Milo?" Aioria concluded with a bit of concern.

And it was so obvious, all golden knights knew of this relationship between the two and was easy to predict when they had fought or were wrong, it was as easy as turning the sky and see that it was blue when everything was fine and it was cloudy when a storm was coming.

Camus leaned his hand on the pillars of the temple, as if to give a long explanation, but only said, "We're OK, it s &and was surprised to see so ... tired. His face looked gaunt, his body frail and his hair was messy, opaque.

"I do not know. I have little energíay figured I could not turn it on. "His voice was raspy, dry, more serious than normal.

"Are you okay?" Camus went to bed and sat on it, facing the body of Milo. He wanted to reach out and stroke his cheek, but something stopped him. And there was the great dilemma of their relationship: content.

"I think so." Milo said. "And you?" His voice softened at the end when asked the question.

Camus sighed. "The truth is I do not know."

Milo bit her lip unconsciously. "I ask you something."

Camus blinked. "Dime."

Milo looked intensely. We had trouble talking, cleared his throat, biting his lip again and Finally the workand said, "I can use your armor?"

Camus took several minutes to react. "Do you want my armor?"

Milo nodded.

"Why?" There was no claim in the voice of Camus, only intrigue, curiosity, bewilderment.

tired Milo sighed and said, "I'm not your partner because I have to respect the fact of being a gentleman, but," Milo was silent a moment, considering its continuedor felt that being there in that room waiting for him made sense. And the rest, a knight, train, protect Athena, all that was insignificant, useless, a waste of time. was afraid. Fear of being so overwhelmed by loosening the bond of loyalty to their goddess so easily. Therefore, said the first thing that came to mind: I had to find again the meaning to be a gentleman.

Suddenly, Camus longer see the floor and got out of bed. He walked to the corner of the room, away from the door, where rooms & icute; traffic.

did not know what to do, he was dirty with all the exercise I had to wear the armor, suddenly felt unworthy of such honor. "I can not do." He said shakily.

Camus

his eyes looked beyond reproach and then set the box on the floor to get into their own hands armor.

*

Milo Camus could barely breathe when he placed the breastplate of gold on his chest and arranged her hair gently. I could not stop shaking, keep & iaccute, a little right hand and rested it on the back of Milo in an area that was covered by armor. I needed to feel the gold resting on the skin of Milo, he wanted his fingers touch a small piece of armor to see if anything had changed now that she had a new resident within.

"I do not know what to do." Milo's voice interrupted his thoughts. Milo broke a little hug to see his eyes. "I want to care about what you and I have."

Camus

he came back & oacIn less than five minutes, Milo had removed the armor of Aquarius and had left the party in bed. Milo Camus noted that he had been watching with hands on hips, angry at him that question, perhaps shocked because Milo had put the question to begin with. Milo just knew I had to leave that habitacióny soon. So by placing the last piece in the bed, went to the side of Camus ready to leave, but Camus arm stopped him.

Milo did not turn to him, but clearly heard the words of Camus, "Would you let &; Iacute; as all this for me? "

Milo pulled away his arm from the hand of Camus and left the room.

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eppure, Felicissimo Quando fu che l'avevano chiamato Giuseppe Luis.

Queste parole sono di Concha Méndez - poetess della Generazione of 27, moglie di Altolaguirre e amica di Lorca, Alberti, Cernuda ed.

E c'è qualcosa di terribile commovente and painful, nell'immagine di quest'uomo. Acid Qualcosa ed insieme di amaro - a autoimposta solitudine e stesso tempo forzata, inevitablism in quel mondo e Tutta the consapevolezza accettata with a ragazzo di che, nella Spagna degli anni 20, Scegli di pubblica rendered the omosessualità propria poesie che in pubblico nessun potrebbe modero essere ricondotte to stilemi eterosessuali.

Aleixandre and Lorca non hanno avuto questo stesso Coraggio - Lorca avvicinato forse ci si è, ma è stato molto più in obscured form, e comunque in successivi anni. Cernuda has avuto non esitazioni. E non Riesco ad immaginare the fare per forza necessaria a similar thing - Riesco ad non deve essere stata immaginare come la sua adolescenza to Siviglia, in a tentative di Andalusia tesa nel know not a consistent part della sua encouraged.

thought Non che fosse molto Migliore di Siviglia Granada. E quanto l'tollerasse Granada omosessualità little evident in ogni è alla morte paper on - e forse aven to life, and poetry - of García Lorca.

Perhaps that is why, among all the poets who have attracted and intrigued me, he is the one that interests me most as a * person *. In terms of biographical information, perhaps, yes - but mostly of * figure *. I want to know how he lived, how he felt - what he thought. Without giving space to the temptation to idealize. I do not want to worship a figure - at least, I hope. I am intrigued by his rancor. His loneliness probably born long before the exile.

And I do not think just because Luis is drawing on his features, in some way. Perhaps, as with everything I writerrebbero serve as a knife. Not even when injured.

masculine elegance, however. Only leaner. A little 'disdainful.

Lorca is present in the colors that look, perhaps.

In his need for warmth, clear shapes. Sharp and dark eyes.

And perhaps this is linked more to me than to them. Because the more time passes the more I realize that is really what I try, when I write - not the most dramatic imbalance of Nueva York, and perhaps even the sensuality of the dense ink Divan del Tamarit (although not possa che questo sia dovuto refuses all'intenzione meno e più all'incapacità). Ma omogeneità - a suadente music. Delicata e tondeggiante, senza né spigoli asperità. Ruvidezze Senza. La dolce di perfezione one ovale - or gave a sfera.

E Cernuda has un po 'questo, credo. Fashion

levigate.

Liquide.

A little stanch. Che sono di un'altra sfumatura beauty, in the background.

E che forse, proprio altre vertigini inseguono.

As faint sound:

that rubs a glass sheet,

Water

passing some pebbles

Rain kissing a young face;

As quick touch: CHTSlender teen glimpsed

Tears for more than a man

As this life is not mine

And yet it is mine,

As this nameless desire

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wind are the appearance of the wearer.

Luis Cernuda, of Forbidden Pleasures

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Da "An early gay guide," say Daniel Eisenberg, 1993. Articolo his "Granada: Guide emotional di Gregorio Martínez Sierra (Paris, 1911).

In the modern Granada, are often denied the city's gay past and the kingdom. In Andalusia, but in Granada, homosexuality is the subject of disgust and repression, and is, therefore, the English region in which the gay movement is currently less developed. If resurrected the homosexual García Lorca, enthusiasmime truly won in life is lost "(p. 13). Offers readers the comfort of irresponsibility, the sovereign pleasure of living with madness (p. 15). Advised to stay in Granada "people who are touched with melancholy, apparently incurable, abuse of self-analysis and soul-winded, to which, for morbid exaltation of pride , have come to appear that they meet or violate a law less moral maso, depends on the balance of the world, girls who have a nasty habit of dreaming about military dating less pé maso RFID. Here acquire excellent reverence in gRado High Love, capital letters and without uniform "(p. 236).
Geography is the infrastructure of this experience: "[La Vega de Granada] is one of the most soft, gentle and romantic landscapes of Spain, and worth come not to visit, but to dwell long in the Moorish city, although she was not the Alhambra, just smiling charm of this undulating plain, lush, caressing equally the eyes and heart. Just as there are landscapes
disturbing, this is suggestive of dildos aplacante and pantheistic .... There is peace and friendly silencias four weeks. "The excitement calm, which is to be the spiritual fruit of this venture, calls for crystallized long, slow hours of contemplation, and especially of loneliness, which is pressing not no rush hour or guide, or preconceived trip, ... it is necessary to achieve a certain brotherhood with the sources, and a sentimental and sensual complicity with the geometry of cypress and myrtle; need to know precisely where in the sky has looked for each star, must have heard many different times, the soothing talk of the grove; ... the soul, led by the eyes, must have dreamed many hours leaning over the railing of jardí nNo conocemos this otro ejemplo de una ciudad española de Exaltacion.

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note, a quote from the works of the author's wife, María Martínez Sierra.

[Eisenberg writes: " Después de la boda if felicitaron reciprocally, porque no pudieran vivir juntos, love preocupaciones sin hijos y take (no los tuvieron ), up ya porque "nadie noscan say what to do.]

"In the exercise, say, physical love, [no] nothing immoral, even reprehensible, provided there is mutual agreement between the parties .... I think all the virgins of the world are at their most perfect right to cease to be when it suits them and in society from which they see fit, without laws or blessings, and without society has the slightest right to interfere with censure, much less with penalties. Everyone is everyone, the absolute master of himself, it seems to me the vid

" When talking with children, ignorant little women, great claims are heard, straight, bleeding truth, that would scare the boldest moralist, unconsciousness and those with all simple .... Everything great that has given our country is in the spirit of that formal austerity, twinned with the wildest interior freedom .... Earth unleashed Inquisition and of realism ... high in the formal statement of faith, and sarcastic and saturated doubt pleased .... Spain is the hope of all the anarchy, the promised land of happiness in the lidom .... This will be the country's privileged and blessed land that before in any corner of the world refuse to kill the executioner and the soldier to go to war, this will burn the civil registries and every man will be named as he pleases and age that painting "

Gregorio Martínez Sierra, Granada guide Emotional - pp. 228-231

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Rapún non Rafael Rodriguez was just Segretaria * il * di Lorca. was intimate anche a suo amico. It was a attori dei giovani universitari della Barraca. Era il suo

lover. E il stesso di Quei sonetti recipient.

E per quanto sia stucchevolmente quasi romance, l'idea che anche li portasse to know in war, my tutto è difficile accantonarla of. Besiege obiettività più di keeps with the questione. Ignore it, just come anche Letteraria fantasy. Perché io non sono delle innamorata's particularly deg Biografieco. Quando

comincio to incontrarli certi personaggi così spesso, anche l'Quando non Aspettando me, è segno che devo prendere in hand and cominciare penna ad * *. appuntare (In questo file if appropriate a word, ok. * Rolling eyes * Adattiamoci-ai tempi. * Rolling eyes * -

Poi, è che voglio a month Scrivere sul fate qualcosa di questi due uomini ... * rolling eyes *

- Approfittiamo dell'Occasione. ^ ^)

Rivas Cherif Scriven, intitolata testo nella sezione " Amore e amicizia anche dopo confusion the mAlberti, Rafael Rodríguez Rapún conosceva bene ed was the corrente della sua relazione intimate with Lorca. Quando C'era ormai non più che i Fascisti Dubbie avessero ucciso il di Granada poet, Ando trova. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nessuno dovette poet soffrire quanto la morte questo ragazzo silenzioso - Scriven The Lion in Malinconia -. della Memoria Notti conclusive him, i giorni, we pray. Meglio morire. E Rapún Ando Settentrionale morire sul fronte. Sono sicura che, dopo aver sparato rabbia con il suo Fucile, if Lascia uccidere. Fu questo il suo regain di Federico mode.>>

Cipriano Rivas Cherif, trattenutoin France and consegnato dai nazisti Franco, I felt a simile Quando nel racconto dal 1945 Uscio penitenziario of Dueso. A suo dire Rapún, dopo che Federico was essersi convinto stato ucciso if arruolò nell'esercito Repubblicana and a giorno, dicendo che non più AVEVA Voglia di vivere I will continue to, fuori dalla trincea jump in and if you care if trovava Lascia di abbattere gives raffic miter. Rivas Cherif non ebbe the possibilità di provare the di quel che gli veridicità avevano raccontato. Riconosceva the possibilità che if a leggenda di soltanto trattasse. Eppure no, non si trattava leggenda di NESSUNA. Abbiamo fortune will tell sulla testi di poterCadde lì vicino e lui fu ferito mortally.

Il certificato di morte di Rafael Rodríguez Rapún stabilisce che il died August 18, 1937 nell'ospedale militare di Santander, di seguito di mitragliatrice ferito Schiena e nella regione sulla lombare. Esattamente it stesso giorno, a prima anno, Lorca veniva assassinate, senza che Rapún potesse NESSUNA tap to Saputo normale per via di comunicazione. Tutto questo my commuove. Le Authority MEDICHE non riuscirono to risalire all'età at luogo di Nascita or ai nomi dei genitori di Artiglierie of tenente deceduto. Non abbiamo alcuna testimonies riguardo ai suoi ultimi istanti di vita, or alle sue ultime parole. It spokespersons with s & eacrsonalizzazione total of a poem. Why Lorca was alive, he wrote, and loved and suffered. And the person he loved, of course, suffered with him.

All this to say: I should be studying English Language.

Or Lope de Vega. Or read Stevenson. Instead, they are * days * that all I do is sink my eyes into the world of Lorca.

(I even learned to love the Romancero Gitano ... * rolling eyes *) CHT

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Credo che questo LJ diventerà a ricettacolo suggestioni di tutte le che intorno a if raccolgono Bitter Oleander.

Lorca, quindi, e le sue operate ei suoi tempi.

Il ei suoi poeti surrealism.

La letteratura in generale, view Dagli occhi di Mark and Louis.

E anche tutto il rest, forse, in the background. Come per mettere ordine e disordine - qualche point fisso. Cubans, mariposa. He petals wide, white, which really look like a butterfly, and chooses to grow damp and well lit - the banks of rivers, often, but also the expanse of gardens. Its scientific name,

Hedychium , means 'Fragrant Snow'.

The first time I have heard of Mark, was in the form of butterfly jasmine

. I still do not understand if it was an oversight - Freudian slip - or if you really 'Jasmine' is another possible name, but since then the link with Jasmin was inseparable. Somehow, perhaps, anWar of Independence. Women used it to exchange messages with the soldiers - hiding inside, tangled among the branches and petals. symbolizes purity. The rebellion, and freedom ..

And with its fragrance too strong, too deep femininity of Cuban Women. Their beauty.

Jasmine.

Mariposa blanca

, dressed in black leather.

Rebellion and independence.


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your body elusive always,

the blood of your veins in my mouth,

your mouth already lightless for my death.

Federico García Lorca , Diwan of the Tamar