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Sunday, February 15, 2009
Broken Blood Vessels On Lip
knew you were close, I smelled, heard you and you felt like anyone in the world. I was totally receptive to your whispers, your thoughts and your attitudes, but despite all this, not seen you anywhere. I thought I'd find you, I would have the opportunity to stretch my arm in any corner and catch you reach the right hand that I like, that, after that, reach and caress your face with great tenderness. Later link up your body with mine to hold you tight and hard to feel your heart next to my body. Would come to this feeling, this way of feeling, that attitude was always to which always came when I dreamed you, to trying to reach when you thought but never left drunk. But not, I will not take that white arm around the next corner.
hear your moves Even the cold air cut there, you move your thinking about things, and I do not really know even if you thought about me. Just wanted to see those brown little eyes that saw me look at you once and I sweetened the diabetic heart to do so. I got drunk with too much, I fill the gap of the mind that thought of beautiful women, did you approach me with that slope, you got to break down my soul in a thousand tickets transparent paper a thousand feelings without form, but dotaste of power and meaning even be impossible. Accomplish many things without meaning and without conceive them. I looked.
I wanted to see, wanted to see them actually stole my logical reason, my emotions took over. Still looking, looking, running from wall to wall, turning from left to right and vice versa, was only one course, that your heartbeat marked on the floor. I could only follow those footprints emotionally detached and sentimental brand with great weight. I followed with impunity, as was the precipice that would have, if any, or not, or if we wanted create it or leave it there, the way you were.
reasonably sought you, I tried to find, I wanted to find a lock of hair from fading esquena corner, between wall and wall, between breath and sigh. Emotionally you evaded without a reason known to me, for no clear reason between the two, only he and he alone knew destiny was weaving and driving its wires against my reason. It was clear to me and to his whim, I wanted to see, I wanted to see, I longed to bathe in the sea of \u200b\u200bsand your eye, my eye grass trying to cover your land, wanted to get to join with your eyes, your gaze, your perception of the sense of sight to peer into your mind and get to know the place where I could find really. I wanted to see.
ran back and forth, from here to there and a place to a more remote, followed your steps sensory but found no physical trace of you. I wanted to watch you physically, leather, kisses, smiles. I wanted to find where they were, where we want, but there was no way of knowing. I was located, I knew you were in my mind, but not in my hands, not in my eyes or my lips. I was in a way, I longed for another in that way we spent a few minutes, but then faded in the path of time. I do not know, or knew, but I know the moment you encounter during the day, the day that will save you from death that night I saved in my mind, my troubled memory on my horrific dreams, my favorite rememberers in the place where I looked for the place where I was when they wanted but also where and I almost lost you wrote in your book, right up my name when I walked into class ...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Battle Tanks Old School Game
Elegy Labyrinth School failure
When the stars shine, it's because not with me. When the garden will look to the west and east balcony, is because you are not me. Only you me when the flashes of reflected sunlight in your eyes, you're just calms me when the air swirls in your hair between my fingers. Only you me when I remember the times when you bañabas the clouds from the sea, and the moments when floated in the foam of the sky. You're just
me when you can not be.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Circle Blemish On Arm
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We are in a very agonizing situation in vocational crisis, emotional, existential and cuisine. Should visit the bingo corner I have a hunch. It is pleasant to accept our bitter academic failure because multiple, plural and majestic, like a pig Vietnamese. The next step should be more destructive, and not worth the cookies out the window, tiles need to start and if it does not self-harm us digging a stick out of his ears while chanting the latest single from Nino Bravo. And to think I wanted to be Mercadona teller, writer and greengrocer, where were my wishes vocational? Oh the world is unfair, but being rational and Platonic worse would have a chronic otitis diving stop for life. Nevertheless, I find that my current situation I am rich, embellish me and turns me into a potentially carnivorous adult. Wheel of Fortune continues.
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