Tours Indigo Waltz
hiding rounds
waltz into a room and I dreamed of roads and
lost
Americas and hookah
but the silent language of love does not know you know
but the look of love speaks for itself you know
imagined that more than Ceiling
born a star for us and it seemed normal
a camper and a boat sailing sake
but the price of this choice we exposed to
vultures but without any defense foundered in search of us so they were
nights and days they were
honey and charcoal and I ran naked
happy to take root and sprout
macramé
and discovered that love is a fabric that as courage d ' heroes
large pores also free to tap the razor
But the eyes of the people had no mercy for us
it was so quiet in this love
and prey of the waves and storm
alas
despised hit derided
yet irresistible for us
condemned insulted spat
yet unquenchable for us for us
eternally eternally eternally we
us.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Chanel Earrings Calgary
love
Before departure
not forget that I have tattooed on those sheets
When you eat strawberries in the absence
already used to wearing clothes left in me and watch the sea
I remember you were
foam as the wave of my tears and kissed the rocks
think of me
bursting with dreams of your shoulder blades
After departure
find out what I wrote to the left of the moon
paint
known to rock on a stone when you
Review my eyes
scagliala strongly
because as a melody comes to me and beating on his chest
you cry
's Love is a chimera
foliage and as wind takes me from you and ride the first
sun shine on us
freedom and the color of an indigo
love that song of wonder sublime
Before departure
not forget that I have tattooed on those sheets
When you eat strawberries in the absence
already used to wearing clothes left in me and watch the sea
I remember you were
foam as the wave of my tears and kissed the rocks
think of me
bursting with dreams of your shoulder blades
After departure
find out what I wrote to the left of the moon
paint
known to rock on a stone when you
Review my eyes
scagliala strongly
because as a melody comes to me and beating on his chest
you cry
's Love is a chimera
foliage and as wind takes me from you and ride the first
sun shine on us
freedom and the color of an indigo
love that song of wonder sublime
Monday, July 26, 2010
Oral Herpes Prodrome Feel Like?
The tomato salad
I cooked salad of tomatoes
perhaps my mother ever taught me how to do it but
remember watching her hands
and so I learned.
seemed to me that did all the
hands my mother could use it as a knife would certainly
sliced \u200b\u200btomatoes and onions
then no, not too big but recognizable
so no one is forced to eat it.
She liked it the taste of eating
and now that I have to prepare
share his tastes in the distance.
I understand, that started to love
to taste each ingredient from the hands
then caress these tomatoes with oil and
feel the heat in the heart and mixing
oregano
breath the smell of the kitchen of my mother's kitchen.
I will miss his deep knowledge of food
naive little things one day
I know, I will miss.
But in my hands I will always have the taste of his fingers.
I cooked salad of tomatoes
perhaps my mother ever taught me how to do it but
remember watching her hands
and so I learned.
seemed to me that did all the
hands my mother could use it as a knife would certainly
sliced \u200b\u200btomatoes and onions
then no, not too big but recognizable
so no one is forced to eat it.
She liked it the taste of eating
and now that I have to prepare
share his tastes in the distance.
I understand, that started to love
to taste each ingredient from the hands
then caress these tomatoes with oil and
feel the heat in the heart and mixing
oregano
breath the smell of the kitchen of my mother's kitchen.
I will miss his deep knowledge of food
naive little things one day
I know, I will miss.
But in my hands I will always have the taste of his fingers.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Pokemon Para Ti-84 Plus
Consent of the Moon
If I had fingers, the moon and could
your dress fixity of his eyes so that taste would contemplate
would, at this hour suspended
an embrace in the cold I do not fill satisfied.
back to you, faithful friend, also tonight
still be slaves of your motions
worn under your white light
our bodies, which
exhausted from the heat of endless hours of love
have halted but never subside
fall asleep, only waking up to a blinding sun
giungessimo to you, Moon, now. He never lowered
the tide from when I met
hit, crashed
with broken vertebrae
veins cut the skin flayed, burned, burned alive
I have not attempted escape.
I entrust my secret Luna
the rain will not stop wetting
and winter will find us again, like bare skin.
If I had fingers, the moon and could
your dress fixity of his eyes so that taste would contemplate
would, at this hour suspended
an embrace in the cold I do not fill satisfied.
back to you, faithful friend, also tonight
still be slaves of your motions
worn under your white light
our bodies, which
exhausted from the heat of endless hours of love
have halted but never subside
fall asleep, only waking up to a blinding sun
giungessimo to you, Moon, now. He never lowered
the tide from when I met
hit, crashed
with broken vertebrae
veins cut the skin flayed, burned, burned alive
I have not attempted escape.
I entrust my secret Luna
the rain will not stop wetting
and winter will find us again, like bare skin.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Thrush In Mouth From Puffers
Skin-greek brazil
Longing to empty this unbridgeable Pathos
momentum tends to infinity.
indissoluble Eros
creator of images, saving and damned
instills nectar and ambrosia over her temples. Plasma
in my eyes, son of Iris, three women, and make one
Empress of the center. Oh
nudity returning to the absence of Selene
as Amazon
haunted me Oh hands of Artemis, voluptuous falls in the forest
Oh skin of Proserpine, steaming cliffs of volcanic islands.
Nostalgia is renewed, dreaming Latin lands
that feeds this lack of desire.
Longing to empty this unbridgeable Pathos
momentum tends to infinity.
indissoluble Eros
creator of images, saving and damned
instills nectar and ambrosia over her temples. Plasma
in my eyes, son of Iris, three women, and make one
Empress of the center. Oh
nudity returning to the absence of Selene
as Amazon
haunted me Oh hands of Artemis, voluptuous falls in the forest
Oh skin of Proserpine, steaming cliffs of volcanic islands.
Nostalgia is renewed, dreaming Latin lands
that feeds this lack of desire.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Implantation 8 Days After Period Ended
Stunned
Dizziness flayed skin
abandoned me, stunned me in solitary shores
nails break your collarbone
bark split crying oceans
honey I burn the meat under
hatchet insane belly punching
I want sand in the eyes
plugs
strings in the throat at the foot
breath new life and even yelling is hard on your hands.
The weakness of the limbs is a mystery of the heart.
Carla
Dizziness flayed skin
abandoned me, stunned me in solitary shores
nails break your collarbone
bark split crying oceans
honey I burn the meat under
hatchet insane belly punching
I want sand in the eyes
plugs
strings in the throat at the foot
breath new life and even yelling is hard on your hands.
The weakness of the limbs is a mystery of the heart.
Carla
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Triple Beam Balance Worksheet Printable
sprouts Murderous
As rootless
sink in unfamiliar terrain, icy
How strongly fertilized shrubs dryly
limbs turned by the wind and sand
Afa
hit the branches but the leaves have an insatiable thirst
snow that burns only fruit premature.
As rootless
sink in unfamiliar terrain, icy
How strongly fertilized shrubs dryly
limbs turned by the wind and sand
Afa
hit the branches but the leaves have an insatiable thirst
snow that burns only fruit premature.
What Kind Of Specifications Does My Laptop Have
entered without speaking, without a whisper
centered in the stomach without touching, without a bite.
stolen without permission
spotted in the throat
dirty meat of another embrace.
sacred demon, vampire striding
rocked gently from your fingers gently
raped by your teeth.
Cut and sew other eyes, other hands
lick this blood in order to make wonders.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
American Dad Doujindhi
Waterless No
there is no habit of tormenting silence that leaves you just can not remember
you've never seen slipping.
steps that you walk when you were a foreigner?
what flowers you took before he got the last winter?
waves and sunsets I do not cherish the peace
ravening sobs that you can not hear
yield a phobia of
and tears drip through the waves while you look
trickles away.
die of thirst
severed as breath caresses.
there is no habit of tormenting silence that leaves you just can not remember
you've never seen slipping.
steps that you walk when you were a foreigner?
what flowers you took before he got the last winter?
waves and sunsets I do not cherish the peace
ravening sobs that you can not hear
yield a phobia of
and tears drip through the waves while you look
trickles away.
die of thirst
severed as breath caresses.
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