I do not want to be a soothsayer or cover the sky with dark clouds of negativity, but ... could it be that can not be and it is also impossible? The sun at Easter, it is understood that lasts less than an ice Cubata of a bottle or a virgin in a contest orgies. In 2009 I enjoyed my last vacation at the beach SS. Tired of pikes peak and sky-gray days of Pompeii, although colder, we cut our evening sun to exist and vowed never to injectables moisture in the bones walking on the sand. And so it was that from then on Easter still raining, but we got wet elsewhere, indoor, accepting the celestial tears as punishment side, clutching the umbrella and kicking several monuments of the Iberian peninsula. 
Conclusion first: Easter should not be going to the beach; never does good.
Then there is what the guilds. Hell, to me it gives me a lot of grief. You see thousands and thousands of hooded men who shot eleven months have been dreaming of this moment ascetic, banging drums and blowing horns in countless hours of rehearsals rompesiestas, competing with tears dripping from the clouds and at least you find something terribly wrong. It is also not fail.
can make sun all morning and when he plays out the reel and dressed as Batman becomes the horizon like a puppet scenery, and an invisible hand gets the blue cut-out white clouds and you change it to the bottom loaded with black splotches of pessimism and atéico acid. The notes just waste every year. 
look at the sky soaked rage and Christian resignation and leave with the crown to another party. I do not know how to interpret it. From my position desenfervorizada dodge-processions, not misjudge me, I got drunk of them for twenty years makes me think. Could it be that the creator does not want two thousand worshipers disguised Ku Klux Klan doing penance for the same streets that have sinned during the rest of the year? What if you were watching the Barca-Madrid and the drums do not let you hear? 
And if the rain is crying San Pedro because it can not be both an associate member of the padded cumulus-nimbus in the sky? Maybe the solution would be roofing step, advance or postpone processions exit to the next sunny day, but Easter was over in June. In short, the devil is the pipe must go whoring brotherhoods. Conclusion two: if you can not sunbathe, you can not go out in procession. "Divine Justice and human misery?
Conclusion first: Easter should not be going to the beach; never does good. Then there is what the guilds. Hell, to me it gives me a lot of grief. You see thousands and thousands of hooded men who shot eleven months have been dreaming of this moment ascetic, banging drums and blowing horns in countless hours of rehearsals rompesiestas, competing with tears dripping from the clouds and at least you find something terribly wrong. It is also not fail.
can make sun all morning and when he plays out the reel and dressed as Batman becomes the horizon like a puppet scenery, and an invisible hand gets the blue cut-out white clouds and you change it to the bottom loaded with black splotches of pessimism and atéico acid. The notes just waste every year. 
look at the sky soaked rage and Christian resignation and leave with the crown to another party. I do not know how to interpret it. From my position desenfervorizada dodge-processions, not misjudge me, I got drunk of them for twenty years makes me think. Could it be that the creator does not want two thousand worshipers disguised Ku Klux Klan doing penance for the same streets that have sinned during the rest of the year? What if you were watching the Barca-Madrid and the drums do not let you hear? 
And if the rain is crying San Pedro because it can not be both an associate member of the padded cumulus-nimbus in the sky? Maybe the solution would be roofing step, advance or postpone processions exit to the next sunny day, but Easter was over in June. In short, the devil is the pipe must go whoring brotherhoods. Conclusion two: if you can not sunbathe, you can not go out in procession. "Divine Justice and human misery? 
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