Braveheart.

Wallace: Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.
Escocés: William Wallace is seven feet tall.
Wallace: Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds, and if he were here he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse.
I am William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny.
You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What would you do without freedom? Will you fight?
Otro escocés: Fight? Against that? No, we will run; and we will live.
Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you'll live -- at least a while.
And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... our freedom!
Alba gu bra!
3 Comments:
At 10:45 a. m.,
C.- said…
Jajajajaj
Yo sabía que algún días pondrías a Wallace en tu Blog....digamos que tiene una magia especial luchar por lo que uno cree...
Mal que mal, eso nos hace más firmas, más hombres, más grandes...
Aunque Wallace andaba con Falda o kilt no?? era un gran gran hombre
Saludos
Clau.-
At 11:00 a. m.,
FICH said…
Sí, Wallace usaba kilt, pero según dijo una vez el conserje de la Escuela Primaria de Springfield, Willie, esa prenda la usaban sólo para la vida cotidiana, porque para ir a la guerra usaban un traje largo, lleno de lentejuelas, para encandilar a los oponentes.
At 5:02 p. m.,
C.- said…
Jajajajajaja
Nada que decir...jajajajaja
jajaja
Chau, sigue posteando asi Pipe ¡¡¡
Clau
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