¡Colores!; 608; A Mi Raza: Sabine Ulibarri; Sabine Ulibarri 21

I'm going to jump on that. That's the way you can self-meat. You've done a lot of lessons for the last couple of months. If you don't have questions, do you think that doesn't be done any more? A bunch of those four, the fifth one. And that's the end. The lower the ability, the better the better. The lower the time. The lower the time. The lower the time. The lower the time. The lower the time. The lower the time. The lower the time. He was white. White as memory is lost. He was liberty as free as happiness is. He was fantasy, liberty, and excitement. He filled and dominated the mountain valleys and the nearby

plains. He was a white horse that flooded my youth with poetry and illusion. It was white. He was white as memory is lost. He was free as happiness is. He was illusion, liberty, and excitement. He dominated the mountain valleys and the nearby plains. He was white as memory is lost. He was free as happiness is. He was illusion,

liberty, and excitement. He dominated the mountain valleys and the nearby plains. He was a white horse that flooded my youth with poetry and illusion. He was white as memory is lost. He was free as happiness is. He was freedom, liberty, and excitement. He dominated the mountain valleys and the nearby plains. He was a white

horse that flooded my youth with illusion and poetry. He was a legend. The stories told about him were endless, some true, some fabricated, so many traps, so many SNS, so many searching parties, and all in vain. The horse always escaped, always marked his pursuers, always rose above the dominion of men. Many avaliant cowboy swore to put his altar and his brand on the animal, but always he had to confess later

that the mystic horse was more of a man than he. He was a legend. The stories told about him were endless, some true, some fabricated, so many traps, so many SNS, so many expeditions, all in vain. The horse always escaped, always marked his pursuers, always rose above the control of men. Many avaliant cowboy swore to put his altar and his brand on him, but always he had to confess later that the horse was more of a man than he. I felt like an

execution, but there was no turning back. I feel sure of myself at last. I untie the rope, I open the lasso and pull the rain's tight. Every nerve, every muscle, extends. My heart is in my mouth, spurs pressed against trembling flanks. The horse leaps, I whirl the rope and throw the obedient lasso. A frenzy of fury and rage, whirlpools of light and fans of transparent snow. A rope that whistles and burns the saddle horn, smoking, fighting

gloves, eyes burning in their sockets, mouth parts, fevered forehead, the whole earth shakes and shudders deep, gasping quiet. The wonder horse is mine. I felt like an executioner, but there was no turning back. I feel sure of myself at last. I untie the rope, I open the lasso and pull the rain's tight. Every nerve, every muscle, extends. My heart is in my mouth, spurs pressed against trembling flanks. The horse leaps, I whirl the rope and

throw the obedient lasso. A frenzy of fury and rage, whirlpools of light and fans of transparent snow. A rope that whistles and burns the saddle tree, smoking, burning gloves, eyes burning in their sockets, mouth parts, fevered forehead, the whole earth shakes and shudders deep, gasping quiet. The wonder horse is mine. Deep, gasping quiet. The wonder horse is mine. What do I do with Umago? If I put you in the stable or in the corral, you are sure to

hurt yourself. Besides, it would be an insult. You aren't a slave, you aren't a servant, you aren't even an animal. I decided to turn him loose in the fence pasture. The little by little, Umago would become accustomed to my friendship and my company. No animal had ever escaped from that pasture. I decided to turn him loose in the fence pasture. The little by little, Umago would become accustomed to my friendship and my company.

No animal had ever escaped from that pasture. No animal had ever escaped from that pasture. The pasture was large. It contained a grove of trees and a galley. The wonder horse was not visible anywhere, but I wasn't worried that he was not there. The wonder horse has escaped. I searched every corner where he could have hidden. I followed his tracks. I see that during the night he walked incessantly, sniffing, searching for a way out. He did not find one. He made one for himself.

OK. The pasture was large. It contained a grove of trees and a galley. The wonder horse was not visible anywhere, but I wasn't worried. He's not there. The wonder horse has escaped. I searched every corner where he could have hidden. I followed his tracks. I see that during the night he walked incessantly, sniffing, searching for a way out. He did not find one. I see that during the night he walked incessantly, sniffing, searching for a way out. He did not find one for himself. I see that during the night he walked incessantly, sniffing, searching

for a way out. He did not find one. He made one for himself. I see that during the night he walked incessantly, sniffing, searching for a way out. He did not find one. He made one for himself. Standing there, I forgot myself in time and the world. I cannot explain it, but my sorrow was mixed with pleasure. I was weeping with happiness. No matter how much

it hurt me, I was rejoiced in awe. Let me start again. Standing there, I forgot myself in the world and time. I cannot explain it, but my sorrow was mixed with pleasure. I was weeping with happiness. No matter how much it hurt me, I was rejoicing over the flight in the freedom of the wonderhors, the dimensions of his indomitable spirit. Now he would always be fantasy, freedom and excitement. The wonderhors was transcendent. He had enriched my life forever. Standing there, I forgot myself in the world and time. I cannot explain it, but my sorrow was mixed with happiness. I was weeping with pleasure. No matter how much

it hurt me, I was rejoicing over the flight in freedom of the wonderhors, the dimensions of his indomitable spirit. Now he would always be fantasy, freedom and excitement. The wonderhors was transcendent. He had enriched my life forever. He was white, white as memories lost. He was free, free as happiness is. He was fantasy, liberty and excitement. He filled and dominated the mountain valleys in the nearby plains. He was a white horse

that flooded my youth with dreams and poetry. He was white, white as lost memories. He was free, free as happiness is. He was fantasy, emotion and excitement. He dominated the mountain valleys in the nearby plains. He was a white horse that flooded my youth with dreams and poetry. He was a legend. The story is told about the wonderhors

were endless, some true, some fabricated. So many traps, so many snares, so many expeditions, all in vain. The horse always escaped, always mocked his pursuers. Always rose above the control of men. Many avaliant cowboy soared to put his altar and his brand on the animal, but always he had to confess later that the mystic horse was more of a man than he didn't come up. Many avaliant cowboy soared to put his altar and his brand on the animal,

but always he had to confess later that the mystic horse was more of a man than he.