DOÑA URRACA AND GENERIC VIOLENCE. THE CHILD FUCKED THE SCARED AND NOT CONFORMING WITH THE DAUGHTER THREATENES HER FATHER WITH FUCKING DOÑA URRACA IN HER WILL TO THE PAYMENTS FOR MONEY AND TO THE BALDE CHRISTIANS Things are going wrong between the genders, already declared how the war of the sexes is to the cry of die Christ and long live Luzbel every day they kill one all are whimpering bells at noon town hall and if I have seen you I do not remember but disjunctions aside this of the man and the woman is something as old as the andao pa lante. Much is the pain I feel despite the fact that all these uxoricides are caused by the black hand that rocks the cradle to pain. The cry of pain of the Infanta of Castile that the story tells was light of hooves continues to resonate. Urraca was not satisfied with the testamentary executors of the good king Don Fernando I who bequeathed to Sancho Castilla, León for Don Alfonso and Galicia for Don García, to Doña Urraca a sad unimportant city that was well surrounded by one fence, the Duero and another Peñatajada does not win Zamora in an hour. As is natural and following the Castilian tradition where you usually hear crying and there are blows for the distribution of inheritances. Castilla is not as gentle as they say for being touched by fratricidal rivalries, because Mrs. Urraca, who had already had hers or more of hers and hers less hers with a count put the cry to heaven- El Cid is going to show his face for her, blaming Don Fernando for his lack of generosity, sir, forgive me, you must not cross the line, your own blood you persecute and your own blood you shed, become pious and contemplate your old father in the bed of your children. surrounded by surrendering the soul to heaven and then entering Magraca stretched out to his chest his hair bathed in tears his face to die you want my father, Saint Michael, may your soul be to Saint Michael and Santiago, you have entrusted her and he complains to me because I am a woman, you have disinherited me being father your daughter being from Castile the infanta I will have to go through the land like a wrong woman and to the Moors for money and to the Castilians of grace. And the king says: be quiet, daughter callades, do not say such words that the woman who says it deserved to be burned and there the king responded with tender entrails, giving pearl from his eyes to the silver of the gray hair that there in Old Castile a The corner that I forgot Zamora has the name Zamora, the one that is well fenced on one side, the Duero fence on another Peña Tajada, who will take it away, daughter, my curse falls on him and from my testament that I will not obey the orders, life is taken from him

 DOÑA URRACA AND GENERIC VIOLENCE. THE CHILD FUCKED THE SCARED AND NOT CONFORMING WITH THE DAUGHTER THREATENES HER FATHER WITH FUCKING

DOÑA URRACA IN HER WILL TO THE PAYMENTS FOR MONEY AND TO THE BALDE CHRISTIANS Things are going wrong between the genders, already declared how the war of the sexes is to the cry of die Christ and long live Luzbel every day they kill one all are whimpering bells at noon town hall and if I have seen you I do not remember but disjunctions aside this of the man and the woman is something as old as the andao pa lante. Much is the pain I feel despite the fact that all these uxoricides are caused by the black hand that rocks the cradle to pain. The cry of pain of the Infanta of Castile that the story tells was light of hooves continues to resonate. Urraca was not satisfied with the testamentary executors of the good king Don Fernando I who bequeathed to Sancho Castilla, León for Don Alfonso and Galicia for Don García, to Doña Urraca a sad unimportant city that was well surrounded by one fence, the Duero and another Peñatajada does not win Zamora in an hour. As is natural and following the Castilian tradition where you usually hear crying and there are blows for the distribution of inheritances. Castilla is not as gentle as they say for being touched by fratricidal rivalries, because Mrs. Urraca, who had already had hers or more of hers and hers less hers with a count put the cry to heaven- El Cid is going to show his face for her, blaming Don Fernando for his lack of generosity, sir, forgive me, you must not cross the line, your own blood you persecute and your own blood you shed, become pious and contemplate your old father in the bed of your children. surrounded by surrendering the soul to heaven and then entering Magraca stretched out to his chest his hair bathed in tears his face to die you want my father, Saint Michael, may your soul be to Saint Michael and Santiago, you have entrusted her and he complains to me because I am a woman, you have disinherited me being father your daughter being from Castile the infanta I will have to go through the land like a wrong woman and to the Moors for money and to the Castilians of grace. And the king says: be quiet, daughter callades, do not say such words that the woman who says it deserved to be burned and there the king responded with tender entrails, giving pearl from his eyes to the silver of the gray hair that there in Old Castile a The corner that I forgot Zamora has the name Zamora, the one that is well fenced on one side, the Duero fence on another Peña Tajada, who will take it away, daughter, my curse falls on him and from my testament that I will not obey the orders, life is taken from him