Greatest Hits

Gracias a una receta ajena, he procedido a traducir mi blog y como resultado he encontrado unas frases que considero destacables.
Here they come, the beautiful ones...

Bizarras...
"From the high tower but they will lower doncellas mustached..."
"The delicate figures of sweet curls black color orto will whisper..."

Extremadamente poéticas...
"It was the dawn of another torrid long walk towards the wage-earning weariness when I decided to twist the twig of the misfortune and to point its end silverplated towards the centennial park"
"Of the ceilings sweet stalactites were born, daughters of the sweat, daughters of the sopor"

Militantes...
"To return is a pleasure, to return is to return. To return from between the bullets, with the chest inflated and full of terror, is to return."

Urbanas...
"My lungs make scale models of tar in the corner of the Alem station..."
"To think about microcenter is to think about critical moment and not about rave"

Filosóficas...
"When the pelotudo is not."