Saturday, December 4, 2010

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such a law written anywhere that everyone knows but says that since three o'clock in the morning everything you say or write are nothing but nonsense. Well are the four and I can swear I've never made much sense something.

Several years ago my life was in a heap of wonderful coincidences. One of them was found. Internet made me read a sentence, and mania to know the reason for all the years and have career masquerading as newsworthy, did the rest. Since then it became an extension of my imagination and any investigative technique to know: find every song he broke was a newaliasing. After weeks swinging between musical notes, I was finally able to join them without a headset. The first moments paralyzed the heart, the second, time. Without realizing I have reviewed my life, anecdotes that everyone knows and reserve time with effort. I enjoyed every movement, every look on, every song. For the first time I did not hesitate to look ahead and say "I'm happy." What many would only be just a concert for me has become a dream come true, namely that so small that it is capable of illuminating each step and give us that touch that sets us apart. DSCN1845 But without someone to share Irlo, this is lame, lacks strength, soul,MPRE I need. That CD is now backed by a dedication sleep on my bedside table, next to a pen happily used and a handful of good times when the sun order. But mostly because you come back to me without words again. For all the hugs will be few to thank for having made my dream of yours. It remains for me to be your "sis" and show it along the road. And repeat as often as you can to see if any of them, by chance, words are made up to its own meaning. Anita're big, very big. A million thanks for making me happier than I ever imagined.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

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Summer, I know I am part of the absolute minority of people such as lifeguards, waiters underpaid people who live near several shows and gambling dens or nothing to do, that they are already dealing repeat it every day, but ... Why do not you go now? You too long, and no, not "cool."

I think I have never spoken to me, (for bored and movies are the desktop), but it is good to know that during holiday periods to keep the common Vero and let loose of their spectrum , to give him air. What you gonna do, post-adolescent loneliness is what you have.

In one of my moments of chronic boredom, swinging from web to web encout from time to time and remember when

also part of the invisible world that we only remember when you tap to clean, a long trip or we are too haunted by the silence, which appears to turn on the radio. Because I do not know how many things I can be proud, but never erase from my list is that for a time, brief but intense, I had my place among FM's image could say that at that time (chu yiars Agou) I was innocent and inexperienced, but if I look back I am more innocent (stupid) and inexperienced now than then. Like all good things, that opportunity came by chance, without warning or anything. Had not sought a place where it will be

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

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archaron forgotten, but could not. Before opening the door I saw that in that place could not be anything or anyone else. I was too full of emptiness. Climbed to the roof, occupied every shelf, outlined a new hole in your mattress. And, despite costing you accept it, with the passage of time and you will become final permissibly submissive, almost afraid of the rituals of farewell.

is why in a few months you rather close your eyes until you reach a safe place for the health of your memory and begin to assimilate. That is why in a few months you rather write a letter of forgiveness for your dreams past rather than sit at tedious reality: what you carry, will serve to grow, laugh, vorevolver to dream, lose ideas again. But in your case rather not leave anything, the walls are not impregnate you. The vacuum will always be stronger. Foto1878

The line: Not infrequently I said goodbye, I know the heartbreaking hour of parting - Friedrich Nietzsche

Thursday, June 10, 2010

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girded the loop of his coat to fit that feeling its forms, you need to feel the warmth that only the good things pass. The deciduous watched her with curiosity to go against the grain. In his meeting failed to take swift crack the enigma of her smile etched in every sip of skin.

The eclipse of needles at the clock showed dozens of pedestrians on the street. Dwarfed by the sound of their own thoughts. Sentenced to wear a dream to scratch the floor. Wounded in the depths of their image routines for that almost levitated as he touched Levemirbody wet sidewalks in their wake. Some even parked their infinite burden of grief for a moment to contemplate better. His image was a sigh of relief from the smoke of the city.

continued his walk with shouts horns hidden in narcotics, people watching the rows of gray to halfway between pity and compassion. They were so far from it ... The lights blink of an embrace dedicated changing neon.

And is that the confession was made to walk well worth a look of happiness around. Rush, perpetual traffic jams, anguish was not contagious ...

Sunday, June 6, 2010

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to stand ended with finding a nearby wall on which to support the weight of his body and his hopes dashed.

trust is what is ephemeral existence in the memory of a bird of passage ... then forget the sketches of poems written between blots years ago:

And so, it might in an afternoon

of still and watch the ground screaming

sand pockets and a tenuous balancing

to cut surplus names in your mind

you review my letter and smile for you with little desire

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to meet and shake your bags

past routines while the needles fall off and the brightness of glass that blurs

while stroking away that old guitar while cooing

future with a slight look

I tired to drive out the darkness of the absent

as did so many hours and make more tomorrow

without knowing that the silence of the weak

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... Those were evenings clocks stopped and silenced voices to the beat of a pendulum. She had reCongress to review your home and each time, he erased his memories, snatching beats present. And without a place most dear in the past, hardly retain his place in the future may be too uncertain.


The sentence: Death does not come with old age but with forgetting - Gabriel García Márquez

Thursday, June 3, 2010

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Not again. Definitely, there are routines that tie will never know. Again, the nine light echoes that announce when they could not get up alone. The noise had to accompany them. And now the third week. And this will twenty-one headaches. The floor vibrates. The glass door to wood scratch. And patience. It's more than a combined voice monotonous and mechanical movements sweeping every stone trying to stand stoically. Is torture. Can not live. Do not let them. Eight hours of shafts without holes, destruction of war in peacetime superficial.

machines riddled their minds, twist every thought. Each hit a beatone step, one syllable incomplete. His reflexes are stealthy surprise: at this point waiting for an image of themselves more robotic. I no longer remember what it tastes like silence. They wonder if kids will laugh with that tinkle of May fair which harmonized the afternoons when the tremor disappears gives life to the walls. Impatiently await a break of oxygen in mid air and dust contaminated by delusions. In the expected fall apart the last threads of sanity

And not just run away from that quiet place. So do the carriers of luggage without a return ticket. Unable to bear one more hammer blow. They can not afford another attack on normal. Reduced pack life

Friday, May 28, 2010

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invited to give life to the alley in its final golden guarding the treasure, and the elegance of the butterfly larva happens to a gray. Lined up in a corner, looked fun blending of sports, laughing, chanting, playing to relive last stages. They were invincible, eternal ... happy, but will know later, when the colors of the moment fade if washed by the memory too many times.

were left truce rocked by youth. The rhythm felt the caress of complicity. Above is hatched black arts and spells of bitterness, but not lis imported. Imagine getting together immunity.

Sitting in that row of spontaneous animators, there she was. Just imagine where you always wanted because it had not even had the courage. Blended with the rhythm of the ball, tried to build a barrier against his thoughts. Heaven and those who inhabit it are well aware that he tried. Spoke. He talked non-stop to meet them, focused on images that leaped into the hands of a screen nearby, remnants of emotion that could almost rub. Lied to itself. Nearly succeeded in & oacute, forgetting everything ... But one look was enough to knock down the wall of Valerian.

His eyes traced the path of the ball for the sixteenth time, but the concentration is too volatile in perfect nights. In an oversight of the unconscious, suffered a fatal crash against those innocent eyes. Total loss. The alleged incidents part of a single reason in its defense: the collision was unavoidable by the abstracted gloom that clouded everything. At heart I knew I had done it on purpose: it was his last attempt to find the brightness of expectations & oacclock that evening, he realized that no leave of the brave that both had taught him unintentionally. I could not. He could not. Say you soon or any other patch equivalíaa dig inevitably wound was trying to sew every night was a Penelope without loom. He preferred to let her go and face their empty space in the living sheltered by an argument. Because we always had plenty of arguments. Would come out with some friends. Would be studying. Her laughter still covered the stairs. Sailor Moon Guinoa that it remained dormant ... No, not gone. Just book yourr goodbye in a few hours. Elche stared at the moon again. But this time they looked for answers, only learned to settle for the experience. And thank you, thank you very much for those moments when happiness was becoming almost routine. Because the melancholy only full, true and bearable when you have a source so deep, bittersweet as eyes that are recomposed to look for the last time the cause of his many past joys.

The phrase able to enjoy the memories is to live twice - Marcus Valerius Martial

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

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Sentences handed down by his heels down the hall. Again. Back to strut among the guests. Tight clothing such stylized curves impossible. The muted sound of his laughter to the audience. When she appears, the good atmosphere jump out the window. He knows. He likes it. Further evidence that the handful of losers envy. They would like to feel it. Them to imitate. But they can not hope to achieve. The glamor of the world would blind them with only imagine.

sits, rocking her chair, spreading to the adjacent movement. Throw the bowl to the table. Analyze food and tries to disfigure his facea face of disgust. I do not like. Is the phrase teacher. He does not like vegetables, do not like the pasta, fish and hates no one will talk about the meat. Really knows which is good. Ordered with that expression is the way to get noticed. Loading

sparingly his spoon. A. Two. Three. A fourth announced that it is full. As if in those months had won the concern of the rest of the table. Add it by diet. You have to lose a few kilos. And the sculpted body disappears into the bowels of the kitchen, returning to his room with his stomach and his ego deceived triumphant. Relieved to be rid once againgreen eyes that are stuck in front of it every meal. Again

has done it again. Pass the plate. Mistreated. Despises. Weave nonsense models, scales and weight loss. Meanwhile, back stretch, so your fat assumptions collide with ribs that are marked through the shirt. Then leave. Figure in the chair opposite is replaced by screams. Because the girl who sits in front of this beauty would love to yell, leave his taciturnity and up, opening her green eyes, to scold them too.

would raise the tone and with it the flight of pigeonsof the square, scared by such a scandal. We ask you not to belittle the efforts of the cook, who does not tyrannize the table. But above all, send him silent. Because she does not know what is to suffer for food. Counting servings. Fat. The dreams that go with self-esteem. You have no idea. Never shed tears to the bathroom after vomiting. Twice a day, and placebo pills. This model does not suffer the consequences of madness years ago.

His legs do not tremble when the stomach after eating shudders. Never shut up in the bath & asame.

Nevertheless, heart does not want that to happen. Because she suffers itself. Knows what it is. And it will not one day of its existence without wanting to go back and learn to love.

phrase: Let food be thy food and food your medicine - Hippocrates

Monday, May 17, 2010

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"... Caminante, no hay camino / are made by walking ..."

last reread his favorite poem before you go. Sun swung to a halt when he decided it was time to leave. On the other hand we expect a better life, or at least promised that the welcoming signs of the city.

walked nostalgic than the stones they told an anecdote. Still hoped that the line did not adversely affect the life of their fate, but could not mistaken, the route totomorrow is often too long, deep and clueless as to bring and carry news. It autoconvenció that should not matter, it would be worthwhile. He had to earn it.

arrived at the entrance to the city, with pupils from neon burning. A look into the journey enough to realize all that was left behind. Between the uncertainty of the unknown appeared true, perhaps the only one she acompañaríaa along his adventure: he was face to face with the future. For the first time everything depended on it, each step tendon

Sunday, May 16, 2010

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We also live in him. If life is always so short and so poor, and he enriched so, perhaps no other wealth, and we are crazy not to imitate.

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clash with many voice of reason, but in reality are nothing more than merely repeat the echo that resonates through inertia. At one stretch of road appropriated and invented truths that will try to draw fire in your skin. Frown your way, go under the refDo not let another dictate borders and gray tie ankle grab you, by looking back to the cold reality. No one can do if you have nothing more comforting than show. If everything is so disheartening, no one trespassed enough to be condemned to live with reality. Empty. Grid. Cruel ... uncage the birds in your head and enjoy your flight. It's the best, and perhaps unique, worthwhile.

The line: Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment with truth. Jean Paul Sartre

Sunday, May 9, 2010

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announced ... Or maybe he had never stopped raining. With a blunt closed the curtain of his thoughts, pretending to believe that it would disappear. Instead it filtered through the air bristled fibers senses. It would be desirable to react, but displaying a look of astonishment nothing was too burdensome. The blades of disappointment fluttered in the wind again, becoming rain with the touch of glass. Without doubt, this suburb lost in Wonderland was not safe in relatively calm afternoon. He

absorbed with paper-eating hieroglyphics, adopting the pose of responsibility. Read, attend to, store ... A link more in the chain of lobbies. Cyan dyeing the edges of the sheet indicated the times that had flowed through his fingers feel so. It shook him every nook, almond eyes and expectations to the environment. It was then climbed by ima image marginalization, curled up in front of the box caresses, but no lock key.

sandwich in the watch, heard the hiss of feet down the scale in F minor who presided over his life. He smiled to himself, stroking nonsense strands in the hope of turning them into golden waves. Tested against the wall less pitiful smile and dusted off an argument either. Until his back simulated majestic posture

Friday, April 23, 2010

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What do we mean by winning? Right now I am not able to answer, what can you expect if not even finish to take in what happened in these last hours. This nebula memories quick and gentle smiles too comfortable, and it take a few days longer to get out of it.

gone But after going back to being a vice to a need, is the last chance to assess those days of story with different eyes.

  Perhaps the clearest memory is the peaceful evening in March in which I first spoke with Marisol Lopez, president of the Neighborhood Association of palm groves and the person may ma ; s courage that I had the good fortune to meet in a long time. When I showed my interest in this contest if I said "win." But I'm not winning, not when re-reading my report back to this room the hours spent in tears dodging palm tree outside for a few days I was so own stories with that name yet continue to struggle for their rightsmore basic.

few headlines talking about this award and a minute lost on the idiot box will not return home. That's one of the hardest parts of the journalist (or attempt thereof) when cash is involved in: reality imbue his words is not enough. Solidarity with the weakest, those who survive the fighting circumstances until a miracle, it creates an empathy that becomes frustrating to realize that this work "only & rdquo he gives them a voice, not the root end to the problem. Those who do have that power not to walk throughT hose neighborhoods.

I can only sincerely thank many people. Even those who do puzzles, play with words sometimes lose, and appeared even know they are not sufficient to express the most important things.

Thanks to my family, avid reader of my delusions perpetrators of the paper. To my girls extra-ordinary, because anyone would want support, steadfast cheerleaders at all times. To them and the rest of my face first in Journalism wanting more excited afterall the love I received from them, so happy this morning that reminded me why it is worth continuing thinking impossible.

Thanks to Joni, who, though late, always just reading and enjoying it as my comic, knowing that I appreciate very much your opinion. Tambiéna Natalia, always close despite the mileage.

To all who make up this loony, also known as a residence, which long ago ceased to be companions to go to brothers, especially to Anita for being the perfect hold highs and low , patiently to my complaints and follies, and ManuNo such vole off worldly Edorta for believing in me when I am lost. Arantxa I can not forget, the best guide I could imagine on these roads atzavareños, or Charo, undoubtedly the mother we all want to find our destination.

My thanks to all who pass through my daily life, allowing me to take them a bit, especially those you visit this little corner of the blogosphere and you give him reason to exist. And thank you, this Sunday numb ideas without faith and devotion to recall why everything ends up going well.
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The secret of happiness is not always what you do want, but always want what you do - Leo Tolstoy

Monday, April 19, 2010

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is curious: I missed you before you had to leave, as if in the haze of your skin has written that you were a bird of passage, the youngest of the movements trigger a storm of empty suitcases and tickets to nowhere. Are the kind of foreboding that carry the rest away, no one hears stories of those who can not participate. Instead I held on to the secrets behind the serenity that gave off your melancholy figure, the same candor that radiated a sweet Uruguay.

Three hundred days and one night we forge ahead, one stumble by chance, we do not suffer the pain but also forced us to look for us on the map, fulfilling the prophecy that I Sin título Jores always leave. I guess you do kick in too many parts.

Since joining the desperate calm, days are going to find shreds of embrace between screens, collecting as many confessions as pixels have an email. Fairy missing in the environment, notebooks timid, D friendship. Silences. And miss you, you've been replaced by a voice that camouflages their emotions to make ends Why not jump in your pictures and return to shine? More silence.

And on days like this, hugs and memories rationed in Technicolor, walk beside me. And come back to greet the sidewalks that intersect strangely, embraced by your black backpack, outlining the distance to the mel warping distances

Saturday, April 17, 2010

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This affected me more than usual, perhaps because it was the first time that I was arriving fairly empty, may for their own philosophical these periods. At any rate, it encouraged me to reread one of these great gifts of human inspiration: Soldiers of Salamis, able to open the door of the forgotten memory, a bit by the inevitable passage of time, the rest by the incurable mania of the human being to avoid what he Danay ashamed.

Soldiers of Salamis is a tribute to the fallen in war as absurd as so many others, confrontation

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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After hours walking the streets between voltage and Comrades, he returned home. Forgotten night of rest began to show effect, but did not care, he preferred to daydream. With step excited he went to the bedroom, opening the door to see the portrait of happiness.

His wife and little family slept in the bed so pure that their dreams could be hunted and admire for a moment, then again let them float in the air coming through the window bringing the news of freedom and hoopla tinged with red, yellow and purple caressed every corner.

him pushing the heavy woods, lit with the touch of bodies, jumping on each balcony to reach the square, leading the mob.

place was the same, and it was different, like everybody else. Hugs and good wishes for the future welcomed yards of fabric, symbols of a new page in history, which rose up the mast to fly in the sky, by protecting the single sentence from that time could reign in the village: from the April 14, everything would be different.

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*** Another year has passed since that morning in which Spain was raised Republican. Decades after this advance skewsdo, who remains confident about it, and above all in the spirit of social struggle and progress that entails. The time of trial was proof that is possible, everyone has a place. The kings and princesses, of course, is in the stories

The line: A republic has only to think big to save, shake the small and projecting into the future. -Jose Ortega Y Gasset

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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because it is aspiring to stab the hell from whispers of suffocation. Because this is devouring, scratching meat waiting to perish, a struggle between actors who cross the threshold assume the role of strangers, imitating a reflection of love, to hold on to his sentence of dismissal or snatch a word jama , s is pronounced. The reason is broken when mixed with outdoor air pollution too much oxygen, rules Rip and tear the skin for troubled dreams. Cause, injure, aim ...

& amp; nbsp; After the silence of two stray dogs, stray longings that will not be because it never arrived. Nightmare or parentheses, freedom to give a name to this collision that still lights the room, tuning hearts remains mixed at one point began to repel.

Whenever I feel pessimistic about how the world is, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. The general opinion suggests that we live in a world of hatred and selfishness, but I do not think so. I think that love is everywhere. Often it is specially decorated

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

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articular seasons hotel. After months trying to instill a part of herself, suddenly struck him that effort vain, they were only a handful of heartbeats empty yards, go

ndidos the highest bidder. Or bidders. Sin título pushed the door, leaving her at the mercy of gravity. Shuffling and the desire to go, gave her a tired look around and sat on the floor, hoping that life happen from afar again, he could no humor or excuses that they knew act, and so it is impossible to give account without ending hit.

& amp; nbsp; put the mind blank and not even he was surprised how easy it was. He traveled back, despite having forgotten the time machine at home, and felt that mixture of silence and sudden changes agreed that he liked them so little when, upon entering the room , even the slightest speck of dust from the unnecessary shouting of his visit, since happiness was reached on the board for words. Just had found something that survived the test of time impassive and events. That aroma

prevailed over the clashes and benefits ofdestination, the former sometimes confused with the combination of stone and cold, the eternal return made him realize it was an unconscious reflection of the fullness that invented on the spot, in the service of his senses. But he did not care.

Tempted by a remote chance fell from heaven and hesitantly opened one of the suitcases. Almost hypnotized by his memory fell foulard that accompanied him every time he immersed himself in those lands unknown gold latitude and company ignorant of the wounds. He picked it up and inhaled as if it were a drug, it seemed ridiculousfrom his lips was larger.

parked the foulard on one side. He took paper and pen, unwanted companions that always appear when the psychologist need a consultation. What happened in that meeting occurred at the end of every road, nobody knows, so the collector of stories captured from tinted windows, apparently an aroma that day had brought lecció n most importantly learned a kamikaze impossible: remember contrails as heavily scented that should always be shared.

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Today was a special day, maybe even more than anyone else. There is no expected time forward some time ago, we have not got the clothes you are looking for the flash of the camera to remember your color when it falls faint on the rack, or holding out of the small party which became every hour. In the square garnet muses den Levant, has not been written about the time or the echo of a promise Cards slipped notes into the classroom.

And yet, today was a special day. What is each time something is born with the intention of making this world remains a potentco more livable, to confuse the soul and care for the laughter that we all know is a species on the brink of extinction. With these intentions and desire to place on record our deeds, philosophical conclusions, delusions and other surreal moments worthy of being counted, today has seen the light of this particular family blog atzavareña:

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

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How long had you not feel that way? And above all, how much without that sense of fear overcomes you? Fear because over, and worst, afraid to think that never smile in truth, fear seem surreal to be on the winning side. Fear, fear, fear ... Enough! Never know who invented it, the only certainty is that it was to enslave us to any small bump on the road to find either a watch or even denial uttered by lips indifferent.

Today I feel like smiling. And I will. Free of my body, my apathy, more leathery thoughts ... Free at last myself. Today I'll play to be happy, because imagine and

Monday, March 15, 2010

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.... And he closed the door with a movement so feared must have torn a wing of the last nymph had left the room. Deep breath at the same time opened the box cartóny memories kept in a corner of his memory, to sign another on that list always swore eternal burning on any given night. If anyone asks, it would be in San Juan, the magic sprinkled salt topics tend to be easier to digest.

noticed how his mind was fleeing from the mist hidingis in the swirling music and phrases that stab of those fortunate souls who have not yet been sold. It was a breath of oxygen in the vastness of the universe. The sudden sound of a ghost, meat or weakness, returned to the reality that no one would thank that air.

With a weary gesture by the routine of unelected psychology shed his improvised words to sleep another night of sketches woven advice smiles never put in Pra ; soonest. When you look in the mirror I was surprised at how strange it was the truth: wrinkled in folds of life, adjustedhits the side of the heart. image

The ominous sound of his body hitting the mattress scared the atoms of complicity handy resting after hours lighting up the environment. He seemed repetitive, a curse of playing to evade capture moments like that, who later rebelled hesitation in making their goals, freezing inside.

lived it so many times that he knew the steps, as if fate had helped to write, so I enjoyed the behind that still gave off heat

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The quote: Nothing is as easy or useful as listening to a lot - Juan Luis Vives

Thursday, March 11, 2010

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should be a crime to waste a day, let it slip through your fingers, do not leave the bubble as a matter of existential laziness. But today I did. I closed my eyes and left me to the only caresses my skin with no starts.

I traced a perfect day and mythical phrases sugary sensations, then locked in a nebula and, given the uncertainty of what to do with such freedom, I decided to leave pinned in that line where you end up buying dreams that begin to sleep and frivolous sheetsflavored as disappointment. Today

ties snatched the license is only reserved for interesting lives with something to tell the coffee hour, and stopped all: eternal circles, dancing lights and smoke, the imperatives ... even freeze the sun above him on the whim image hearing the news of tacit meetings, farewells taken from a portal of utopias and other delusions of excess sanity.

routine threw the hand away and hid. Today would not be cowardice, but the right to existgo beyond the chessboard. Today was the day to find the exact formulation of perfect awakening, did not see the alarm exile across the border?

And so, emptying the mind wandering, because of no use if no one hears them and smile, I realized that making ends meet with the silhouette of his fingers against the dim light of the forbidden is sometimes spelled better.

phrase: People believed to be immortal, so they stay still and take refuge in a rut, staying there paralyzed - Felix de Azua CHTML

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

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voluntary versus phrases full of anything and everything that makes us dummies, the stooped posture, hiding a look that gets choked between councils that seem orders, out of a ma machine as cold as the guests, playing is the background noise prisióny who aspires to be a dialogue, his jailer. Wish away, run away from the programmed phrases and emotions written protocol that stifles and scribbles silk praises French perfume.

& nbsp; Seconds leaking between ideals no idea what living. Some wrap themselves in the middle boards for Crystal Palace. That voice which, though subdued, is balanced in our ears, begging for a shell that comes in the form of silence. That's taciturnity.

And in the midst of it appeared one of those songs worth the park this world for a moment

The phrase is better to be king of your silence slave to your words - William Shakespeare

Monday, March 1, 2010

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The phrase in the heart of every winter living a vibrant spring - Khalil Gribran

Monday, February 22, 2010

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to send it. I think we talked about 5 times in my life. The truth is that such a search could have entrusted it to my parents, and, as a quest, as returned from Paris, but in the end I ended up completing it myself ... and no, there was no sword cheta the end, only a strange sense of hbaer lost time. Then came the time to explain to the Dire (to make matters worse, is the strange blue woman re rideyes) was not able to attend one of the trials that she has managed to organize schedules fitting all that delicate tetris to trial, given that we are VERY Justito of time. The truth is that I feared would fail and say "afraid" because they expect to have to provide the amputation of my gonads as an offering soothing and that's not to say that over which we n why could not attend was that I had promised for months to make Edmond, the type in a starting role in vivo (and notice that my life is strange). The worst thing is that I dropped the last sentence I wanted to hear in theseto keep pace, I have achieved the dream of any politician: to understand the opposite of what you think. Will there divorce between my mind and my ability to reason and expression and I neither have I learned? Why is the human body does not stop crap and send round as all human resource department has that price? Noto disconnect between the various parts of my body ... will have to do an emergency meeting ...

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

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Ainssss ... now that I've rejoined this dais others called the real world, I go and I find that is Carnaval ... And I did not disguise! These things should advise them to move or something ...

Which reminds me that I had long wanted to post pics of the ride (tranqui, Serpi, if you're reading this, you can quit, you've had over exposure to them via tuenti), so that if Samy found out their existence, do not decide to retire the word.

Well, getting a little background, the cablagata of this year was on children's stories and it took a friend of mine organize it, so wemp; iexcl, without reservation own candy! (And the consequent inability of embezzling, of course). At the end was much better, especially considering that the focus of several floats were melted at 10 minutes and those who were killed in cold enzyme, unable to move to sanctions (especially the poor Ariel, which had to carry her from the 2 nd floor of the hotel where we changed to the coach, whose top had to climb that slug crawling, not to mention that he had misdirected the "shells" and that became a "concherbra" less than adequate for young audiences).
addition, when there were five minutes to the start of the parade passed one of those in charge of costumes supersonic, stopping with the resulting shock wave, due to its cruising speed, and gave me the accessory that was missing from the costume: it carrying umbrellas. Conclusion: in a plush jumpsuit and armed with an umbrella, I was the only one on the cablagata suffered no risk of deep hypothermia ^ ^ (Kosmos, I love you too).



Here are the court of His Majesty and the fractious Alicia (I should not have read the story very well because I spent all night chasing and me seems to have beenrather the reverse ... Oo). At Gracious Majesty boarded a house of cards made with four tables badly stuck (of course, have a good 4 meters high) that the cards had to drag (there, doing our best to show the kids a realistic model of employment relationship), but we had to lower it when it cracked one of the wheels and the lifetime risk (which was already considerable with the castle intact) was too charged ...


Am not terribly adorable? I like my own dream come true ... Plushietransformación!



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