José Francisco 'Pepe' Mora Altava (born 11 June 1981 in Castellón de la Plana, Valencian Community) is a Spanish professional footballer who plays for CF Borriol as a central defender.
A mare (Old English: mære, Old Dutch: mare; mara in Old High German, Old Norse and Old Church Slavic) is an evil spirit or goblin in Germanic folklore which rides on people's chests while they sleep, bringing on bad dreams (or "nightmares").
The mare is often similar to the mythical creatures succubus and incubus.
The word "mare" comes (through Middle English mare) from Old English mære, mare, or mere, all feminine nouns. These in turn come from Common Germanic *marōn. *Marōn is the source of Old Norse: mara, from which are derived Swedish: mara; Icelandic: mara; Faroese: marra; Danish: mare; Norwegian: mare/mara, Dutch: (nacht)merrie, and German: (Nacht)mahr. The -mar in French cauchemar ("nightmare") is borrowed from the Germanic through Old French mare.
The word may ultimately be traced back to the reconstructed Proto-Indo-European root *mer-, "to rub away" or "to harm". Hungarian folklorist Éva Pócs endorses an alternate etymology, tracing the core term back to the Greek μόρος (Indo-European *moros), meaning "death".
Mora (Cordillera) is a small town in Bolivia.
Coordinates: 18°27′14″S 63°12′51″W / 18.4539°S 63.2142°W
Take a step off of that silver bird from your planet,
And you brought a little bit of that cold with you,
Ring me out like you would your bastarding father,
And youre so quick to stick to that scum
Hungry like a pirhana,
Swallow a little of that sea,
Now taste a little bit of that salt in me,
Throw up a little of it on your knees,
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning?
Before you poured your elements away,
Now sink back to the bottom of it all,
Seal your lips with the black stitch of a secret,
Parade with that speechless dryness of the desert,
Lay flat under the lime light and feed off of the fiction,
Cold callus and boiled between the bleak deep of your dirty hands,
Swallow a little of that sea,
Now taste a little bit of that salt in me,
Throw up a little of it on your knees,
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning?
Before you poured your elements away,
Now sink back to the bottom of it all.
Swallow a little of that sea,
Now taste a little bit of that salt in me,
Throw up a little of it on your knees,
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning?
Before you poured your elements away,