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Miré is a commune in the Maine-et-Loire department in western France.
Marcos Witt (born May 19, 1962) is an American Christian singer and pastor.
Witt was the second of three children born to Jerry and Nola Witt, a young American missionary couple. The Witt family moved to Durango, Mexico, in 1960 and started a missionary outreach. Jerry was killed when his small aircraft was shot down in 1964 while he was dropping gospels of St. John over small villages in Mexico. Nola Witt continued the mission work after his death. Some years later, she married Frank Warren. Together, they began to build new churches in Durango, México. The couple had two children, twin daughters Nolita and Lorena Warren.
Witt's education began with basic studies at the American School of Durango. He then studied classical music at the University of Juarez (Durango, México) and eventually started his theological studies at the International Bible College in San Antonio, Texas. Currently, Witt is working towards his masters degree at Oral Roberts University in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Con base en la investigación etnográfica sobre el cortejo y la sexualidad, "Los caminos de la vida" relata la historia telenovelada de Ana e Inocencio, una pareja de jóvenes rurales quienes inician una relación de noviazgo entre mensajes encontrados de la familia, la escuela, los amigos y los agentes comunitarios. En cinco capítulos de 20 minutos cada uno, las historias nos permiten abrir entre los jóvenes campesinos y campesinas la reflexión educativa sobre la comunicación en las relaciones sexuales, el análisis de la violencia sexual y el alcoholismo, así como la importancia de prevenir el VIH/SIDA y los embarazos no deseados en los procesos de participación comunitaria.
Nemojte kačiti video na svoje kanale, Bassivity Digital zadržava sva prava FURIO ĐUNTA Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/furio.djunta Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/furiodjunta MALI MIRE Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/malimire.oneshot Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/malimire TEKST I strofa [Mali Mire]: Više nema zezanja, blejanja po kraju bez dinara, Bez cimanja, nekad nemam has, 24/ 7 haj samo keš nam daj. Lajemo svi na glas, ker prati nas za petama. Nekad svaki dan nam je neradan ali, rado bih radio - spreman sam! Nema naprezanja, čekam da dođe još jedan dan, Onda pođem sam, prođem kroz kraj, dođem na kraj puta - novi početak. K`o nekad više nikad, ti nisi ni svestan da ništa ne znaš. Ne znam kol`ko ne znam, kad budem svestan biću besan, Pa nov početak, pa još ...
Alberto Barros, Productor musical, compositor, arreglista, trombonista y bajista. Hijo del famoso compositor colombiano Jos Barros compositor de temas como" la piragua" y muchos temas mas. Alberto Barros nacio en Barranquilla Colombia un 30 de noviembre. A edad de 14 años hizo sus primeros estudios de musica en el conservatorio de la universidad del Atlantico. Despues realizo estudios de armonia y orquestacion en la ciudad de Medellin. Este es mi link este es mi link de mi canal de Videos de salsa te va a gustar: http://www.youtube.com/user/comodores?feature=mhw5#g/u Que lo disfrutes soy Comodores- ALEX ONE Desde Mexico D.F. Saludos.
DIIV's chief songwriter Zachary Cole Smith wanders the upstate New York countryside alone seeking refuge in his music and bandmates who join him to perform and hang out in an old abandoned farmhouse. Directed and edited by Jim Larson. ------ SUBSCRIBE to Pitchfork.tv: http://bit.ly/yK2Fbp ------ FOLLOW Pitchfork.tv on Twitter: http://bit.ly/KJ2PhP ------ For more videos from Pitchfork TV: http://bit.ly/M1lvs8 Like Pitchfork on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pitchforkmedia Check out Pitchfork on Tumblr: http://pitchfork.tumblr.com/ DIIV - "Mire (Grant's Song)" | GP4K
Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
Harken! - teh clouds musteréd in dark -
So painfully easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;
Its years of yore in a mïre,
Each like a corpse within its grave;
Wrought for us a yearn of lief;
'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;
Ne'er hath it exist'd so sonorously -
Jostl'd away the pale drape
That us had been o'erhung -
Tempt'd thy shutters to open
And thus quench'd the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold -
With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy subdueth until it again waneth,