Ohio Driver's Licence Templates Reunion

and only the light of day ever achieve peace rip the scene ... And yet, it seems trivial, almost incidental, as opposed to what occupies the bottom of the small but cozy habitació , n. The desk with his comfortable armchair, sits in the center of everything, as king in a court of silent subjects, which, in silent admiration, worship with their mere company, while é , l, proud, but thankful, rests also with them, waiting. As an old prophet, it expects what has long been known to have occurred. No hurry, no impatience, he knows the game won from the start, when the slight click of the lock romnte with the look. Glared at him, as we look to an old friend, and hello to an eternal rival. Smile because it seems to restore the old Tiger look, with respect and serenity, challenging. "I guess it takes a long waiting" think and, lowering his head, clinging to the handle, closing the door behind him.
With a slight movement, return the room his former gloom. But the atmosphere is no longer the same, never will be again. Despite the darkness has returned to the piece, something different, weird, work on the scene a radical change. Breathing, your heartbeat, blinking her eyes, small head movementsor, but the feel of your fabric looks the same. At least, for him, is exactly the same. He sits slowly, enjoying the gradual release of each of your tension, muscle after muscle. Close your eyes for a moment and enjoy the great comfort of the seat, remembering how to lie, that chair had led him to places as distant as many times.
When opened, a moment revels in the darkness around you, let your gaze wander aimlessly, but is unable to avoid their eyes once again come to the desktop. On wood, somewhat rough, everything is in order. The tip of the pen in the ink has dried ink, the pen is blunt at its endand thieves,

is a crime, a reunion,

a ship explodes in space

filling the void of thousands of colors;

are passions and vendettas,

there are memories and desires, there

love, no hate, no hope.

Want

catch all

reduce the world to a few words, but time

not let him,

should not lose your cool.

Your brain works fleeting

creating and re-reading, selecting and improving ,

creating the image preI understand

the young man who sleeps in quiet.

thousand stories in papers,

thousand stories in his soul.

forgot that what he wrote,

forgot forgot

enjoyed a spirit

not forget, never rests.