"And I'm stupid, lost in his eyes that I chose. "
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Memory Candle Wording For Baby
Track 5.
I got there by following an elderly, white-haired, bespectacled Caucasian individuals, intent to carry up the stairs in a series of lengthy and probably very heavy suitcases.
The train is stopped on the tracks, in departure.
A guy with a cell phone glued to ear, leans out the window nervously, worried, at regular intervals. Waiting for someone.
A man drips with sweat, while a pair of white socks peeping from his blue loafers and climbs up to the plump calves. He smokes.
12:20, on Saturday morning. Thousand degrees.
Two girls tanned, very scantily clad, with long hair caught in two indentical and their fluffy bun crammed trolley (vanity, probably) have been dragging on.
A pigeon, without haste, along the yellow line.
Prudente, is careful not to overcome it.
Husband and wife sitting on a bench, biting pieces of bread filled with red tomatoes that threaten to spill, in wrinkled aluminum foil. The man has a long mustache, dark ruthlessly invaded by crumbs.
A man, obviously intrigued by this girl who continues to look around and write, without a moment's rest, walk up and down. She has big eyes, inquisitors.
has a secret.
Friday, June 18, 2010
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totally absorbed by the university.
Chemical formula everywhere.
So in times like these, it seems that reading is the only activity that can soothe,
Thus, in these periods, I find myself carefully inspect the shelves full of books back and forth, over and over again, desperate for a title, a word, an image that captures me.
A full-blown kidnapping.
And if not physically, at least bring my mind far, far, far away ...
evasion.
Quantiliandia is a great little place to live, mind you, and I could never get to sleep without first enjoying the spectacle of a circle of vibrating molecules, a blaze of proton beams, a cloud of metal drops plan a heavy rain of electrons.
E 'an orderly world, colored.
It 's my world, after all.
But my heart is never satisfied - is an underrated drama -
and sometimes I wake up at night, her eyes still swollen with sleep fumbled a clean shirt, I get dressed without rushing, and slide on the road looking for a man, a friend, a love that captures me.
A seizure itself.
What I become a painter, a musician, or at least a tramp for a night.
to make love with me and make me think of a Yellow Star
, sharp, elusive, like a child would design
And maybe Before you can tap
see his engine nuclear explosions
with hydrogen, powerful, dangerous,
not dare bring a finger for fear of being hit.
dream of an explosion that does not hurt, and I would die.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Mini Baggy Free Plans Pdf
has attracted dall'involucro, people attach to the content.
We fell in love when you fall in love, of the idea.
The problem is that ideas, if valid, die hard.
born from reality, they feed of reality. Ideas.
Starting from the smell, a smile, a landscape, a feeling, then take streets themselves, unpredictable ways, even when the smell fades, the smile turns into a grimace, the feeling dies, the landscape fades, the idea remains.
One day you wake up, and the idea is no more.
The circles under the bed, in drawers, in your bag the day before (and even then you do not use that bag for a while ', you never know), but nothing.
Puff.
The idea is dissolved, as if it never existed. Then think of
essertene released.
We were wrong.
And we feel responsible, we complained about this.
But the fault is just them.
ideas.
Try also to please you wrap a skinny and balding. Not working.
want what you want to try for once to pull the content, not the cover, walk hand in hand with sensitivity, you can stroke the goodness of heart, but then discover that kindness kisses from the dogs. A disaster.
The content will keep you company for a rainy day, will phone when you're sick, you take a cake the day of your birthday. Thank you, he will do.
not stay with you.
One day you wake up,
and your lover is gone,
and your friend is not there, and the idea
sly looks at you,
you print a kiss on the forehead
and goes to make coffee.
Nice catch.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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taste
I laughed I watched the stars
I had control
Control
I kissed
I felt I could not stop choking
I have not thought about you last night I have not thought about him this morning I have not thought about you last night I have not thought about you last night I have not thought about you last night and I thought me too.
would have done, in my place
(feeling like you feel you enter in your head
I just wanted to just to just that one that one that one issue.)
Losing control
They say it is a Bah well
But already I can not stop.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Beldray Ironing Board Covers
Which ancestor speaks in me?
I can not live simultaneously in my head and my body.
why can not I be one person.
am able to feel a multitude of things simultaneously.
The true evil of our time is that there are some great performers.
The road of our heart is covered with shade;
must listen to the voices that seem unnecessary
necessary that the brain occupied by the long pipes of the sewers and the walls of schools, from asphalt and care practices, enter the hum of insects.
must fill the ears and eyes of all of us, things that are at the beginning of a great dream. Someone has to shout
who built the pyramids.
does not matter if they then fail to build.
must feed the desire.
We must pull the soul from all parties as if it were a sheet stretched indefinitely.
If you want the world to go forward, we must hold hands.
We have to mix the sound and the so-called sick.
Hey, you sound, what it means to your health?
All eyes are watching the humanity ravine where we're all falling.
The freedom we do not need if you do not have the courage to face, to eat with us, drink with us, stay with us.
is precisely the so-called healthy who have brought the world to the brink of disaster ..
When A Scorpio Male Loses
Should I change the subject of my desires
not be content
small everyday joys
do as a hermit
who sacrifices himself.