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the iberians are stealing our wiminz

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Did I just see young Al Pacino !?! youtube.com/watch?v=dq3ZQyPrMvo

Nothing can't stop....FUEGO !
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it's too late

it was always too late

are you the portugal user who made glorious green pasta about fernando ? if so please post i didn't save them

Why would we mix with savages?
Shitskin moors arent iberian

Right is moor

>An english rose lived quite sadly in her estate mansion in rural England
>Her family lived acordingly to the victorian ideals and her upbringing was very strict
>In that sense, the lonely english rose dreamed of a world of freedom and carefree that seemed so distant from her world
>One day, her mother informs her that she is bound to marry sir Georges
>Poor Mary spent her day weeping for Georges was a boorish brute prone to violence and domestic abuse
>At night while she was sobbing in her sleep a shadow swayed in the moonlight in front of her bed
>A dark handsome man in the most luxurious yet elegant clothes was staring at her with a warm passion
>She felt scared but amazed at the same time, he was like a mithycal creature like the ones she read in fantastic books
>"Cariño, te voy a dar el placer que Georges nunca te podera dar para que pudas vivir en paz por toda tu vida" - whispered the handsome man
>Mary was mesmerized and before she noticed it the man was kissing her neck, lowering to her breasts while his hands massaged the back of her ears
>It was like driving a chariot trough the clouds but at the same time it was so warm like the fields of olives
>Despite being a virgin she couldn't feel any pain, just a gigantic amount of pleasure
>She screamed in extasis when the orgasm filled her young body
>Then everything became black
>When she woke up, her mother came to pick her up for the wedding... Mary didn't knew if it was all a dream
>Suddenly, while she was putting her locket around her neck a small handkerchief with foreign ornaments feel down
>"May this suave and passionate handkerchief acompany troughout your life... There will always be a summer"
>"Yours truly:..."
>...
>Fernando Martinez

>The room was dark, the computer screen was its only source of light reflecting on Bob's glasses as he stared at the computer
>His country, and his germanic heritage needed him in the internet, in order to fight the jewish and islamic comunism conspirancy that threatened his culture, his life and his wife
>Meanwhile, his wife was out in the bar feeling depressed and hopeless over a failed marriage
>At that time she noticed a change in the jukebox
>The music was warmer, more passionate and "naughtier" than before... a spanish guitar could be heard blasting the sound of pasion and amore
>A galant handsome latino man sits next ot her at the barstool
>"Perdoname pero una chica sola como tu hace mi corazon llorar lagrimas de dolor... Dejame que te ayude" - said the gracious man
>As the man's fingers caress the woman's body she could feel a tight and firm body... a rare sight in a country of obese man
>The man went deeper and deeper until the woman unleashed a scream of pleasure that incarnated the spirit of bluesgrass and rodeo in a single feeling
>She passes out with a smile in her face, she knew that she discovered passion for the first time in her life
>Meanwhile, Bob already won an argument in his favourite racist internet board... However, he couldn't understand why there was a speechless post with the pic of rose
>In the bottom of the pic it read:
>...
>Fernando Martinez

kek i remember now, continue por favor

These are literal morroccans, dpsniards havr no morroccan blood, learn fifference between morroccans and spaniards, we look abdolutely nothing alike.

>latino party
>iberian
wht!

>Sven left his wife, Ingrid, in order to attend another pro-immigrant rally
>Once again, the poor Ingird was left alone while her husband contributed to the decay of her country and culture
>She usually would go to the forest and write poetry of her own, it was in a forest that she had the most astonishing encounter of her life
>After a while, she started to feel warm and heated up, it seemed impossible since everything was covered in snow...
>"What's happening" - tought Ingrid
>Suddenly a lascive Em chord echoed troughout the pinetrees
>A dark handsome man appeared in front of her holding a rose in his teeth and in a exquisite and gracious way he offered her his most precious flower
>"Como tu, esta flor es la inspiracion para mis canciones de amor, dolor y pasion, querida Ingrid" - said the luxurious man
>Ingrid was mesmerized... Never she witnessed such demonstration of "amor ardente" in the frozen cucked lands of Sweden
>The man, filled with lust and pasion embraced Ingrid like a passionate, strong and gracious bull from the warm plains of the mediterranean
>Ingrid just let herself be possessed by the angel of luxury and her orgasms became a perfect simbyose with the pro-immigration rally portests
>Ingrid passed out after such pleasure and was now riding with the valkyries in the chariot of joy
>As the immigrants raped inocent swedish women a single girl was left pleased and satisfied in the snows of Sweden
>Her name was Ingrid and her lover was
>...
>Fernando Martinez

>The norwegian man is out for 6 months because he works in an oil platform in the middle of the ocean (among other men)
>Meanwhile, his wife is bored. She is bored of hiking the same mountains and all the men around her are boorish autists
>One day, a stranger comes into town. He is a dark handsome man with a daring and passionate look in his eyes
>He notices lonely Bertha staring at dead trees covered by snow
>The charming man aproaches her and she can feel herself heating up like if she was in the mediterranean
>"Te encuentras sola pobrecita" - said the mysterious man
>Suddenly, Bertha couldn't take it anymore. The passion of Andalusia, the charm of Milan and the nostalgia of Portugal were all combined in the deity that was in front of her
>She takes of her clothes and proceeds to have the most "caliente" sex she ever had at an old Fryja shrine
>As she reaches the climax and the epithome of human pleasure she thanks the gods of the south for sending this angel of lust
>After passing out she could hear a lonesome guitar sound fading in the distance
>When she waked up her husband was still in the ocean but now she had a memory to warm her in those cold Norwegian nights
>and that memory was:
>...
>Fernando Martinez

>France
>An elementary school teacher is lonely because her husband wich is a philosophy academic teacher is always traveling
>She also feels sad because the said husband thinks to highly of himself and also thinks that his wife is a cultural pleb
>One day while she was in the local library reading the french classics like Victor Hugo's poetry she grasps the sound of a motorbike acompanied by the sound of a "guitar apasionada"
>She reaches to the door to see what's happening and she receives a breath of warmness in her face
>Before she could open her eyes a dark handsome man was holding her waist and towering over her with the elegance of a stray cat
>He starts to dance across the library with her, the poor teacher never felt so secure and attractive before
>"Sin duda que eras un chica lista pero tu cintura es la de una verdadera mujer" - said the wandering man in a soothing way
>Suddenly, before she could know it her soutien was removed and the fingers of the guitarist swarmed over her
>The pleasure was so intense that even Rimbaud could hear her moans from his grave
>When she wakes up there was a rose next to her beautiful naked body
>"Pour Marie, je vous dit: Merci... Acuerdate de mi, tu amado..."
>...
>Fernando Martinez

Letter for a nationalistic Icelandic girl

Dear Tilda,

I know that your heart has been frozen by the unforgiving northern winds and the struggle for survival in such harsh conditions made you ill of amor and pasion.
Your eyes show no fear and a sense of determination that i admire and long for.
Yet we are sad for life isn't always a battleground, sometimes life brings you the soft warm breeze that caresses your face, helping you dream and forget the hardships... In that etheral, quente and suave ambiance i will embrace you Tilda. My hands will caress your hair of gold and pierce trough your breasts lighting up the flame in your heart. Once the ride begins you will feel the most joyful and freeing sensation like running from the Bulls in beautiful Pamplona. The sexual climax will reach to the peaks of the universe while the guitars burn with desire.
In the end, while you rest your soft face in my tanned, golden chest i will kiss in the forehead and say: "Nunca más seras sola y para siempre serás caliente".

Yours truly,

Fernando Martinez

dont you feel shame?

How do we stop Fernando Martinez?

oh shut up fucking idiot,we arenot south americans...we dont like bachatas reggetton, banana music etcetc

relax, your women will be returned to you after successful impregnation.

>iberians
Those are some latinos and some iberians

Oh jee dit is net een tweede Reconquista

DES

we don't like those either

bergen more like spritzbergen (lol)

t. german humor reporting in

>.we dont like bachatas reggetton, banana music etcetc

Literally what most people hear in Spain. They sound in all clubs and bars.

>we arenot south americans
Of course you are.

Sp*nish is a sudaca language.