The fire is a curious, is striking out, beautiful but destructive and painful on the inside, it's like persoanas, with some you've got to burn to discover the truth
She has a particular way decorate, decorate almost obsessively what starts and wants to finish to capture the essence of the moment before qeu live in memory.
For the first time the journal is not written by who always carved with letters in white sheets.
was hit in the eyes, in front of his glasses, but without writing a musical score with lyrics and this time its esistance hummed, placed vertically with horizontal parallel lines, the visual score sheet this, where words are alOcado like birds, birds of your mind, white and black, the sisters hit qeu ceurvos left with doves on power lines power lines, launched in wooden stick, pole, pole, each word a different bird, a bird perches at different heights, to imply so, the sentences can not be heard, only when you are read, nothing more than time with your voice resonate.
The newspaper did not offer the least resistance and extremece before his new shaper, who never spoke about not being heard, she kept the words that people throw, such as trash on the street.
Ella: The ironic metaphor of Diogenes, a disease that is not so bad when you save words.
Now take out the trashs in others, so they make love in me and I can sleep peacefully, I clarify things in my head and walked slowly step by step, but this week is tough to crack by surprise akin. It's like a cheese, which is something hard ... but I'm biting my jaw hurts, but I learned a lot this week:
That the hosts are embedded in
cheeks blush the cheeks when the flushing occurs without being controlled, like a heat wave where wheat in summer makes me relax my eyes and see how
the cheeks can bend and see a row of teeth, laughing and taunting
one's cheeks can kiss from within and wasra, want a little more to ourselves
the longest distance that separates the mouth of the ear, cheek
can pave it so hard not to hear, the voice inside
pass among these mountains,
arrive more than an echo without distorting
daily
the cheeks when they relax a smile appears that is different from above laughter
the tears well watered this land leaving it soft and salty
the cheeks are forgotten and they say both of our self to the world
people spend time on are
our tempo and areis compared with the time, desire
proper time to do things and fill the cheeks with air,
swell like a puffer fish and its thorns are apathetic and idiopathic buffffff
that mimic cheeks the sound of a fart and it's funny to my other self
his ego
without cheek thing and I'm more nothing less
my cheeks heat can also find much to support the alien in their own, in our, or a heart housed within a breast, so long ago that ... they do not even remember the heat, almost.
which gave me a cold step gleaning and electrical muscle tension, whereMLXC Now my cheeks full of coffee and smoke, circling in the air and if I look at the angle that always look to do two two infinity, infinity, infinite space with a proper purpose.
Mímalas caressing them with your towel ... and relax with a: - In it's true! -
How are your cheeks today?
also draw geometric figures is what is determined to write only his pen, even flat geometric shapes, but large or many small ones, the pen does not flex and wants to be the vertex dvintage buttons sewn black and jet black, wicked mouth smiling, you can hit all you want, never changes his face, a sad smile on his hands the jar of Pandora's grandmother.
Today will be open this time to absorb, it feels boring to be empty, because people who live within it the whole placed, the mime and RECEIVE prepare for their children, is bored to be hollow and empty, is waiting that the reason the war is over and their parties back to rest, hoping to mature and learn, they both are looking to fill their children in the graves of their beloved dead. Old age is now fighting not completed, the disease is already sick of the enermedadbe happy with their nightmares, is already tired and now it out to her, but afraid of being tainted and not heard.
The liner right now is left to turn to dominate the taste of their way to draw words.
Imagine you imagine for a second and imagine imagine more, not knowing where imaginacióny ends where it starts.
imagine is so difficult to imagine is so easy, you only think and imagine is everything. Imagine
now be able to see into the imagination, see a picture, an old photo you can imagine fromnbsp; Imagine ...
Imagine
start tambiéna sound to the room, imagine that it is your room, you can come and go as you please, see you laugh and mourn, imagine finally being able to rest in your room still yours.
Imagine now the touch of your room, imagine the temperature inside and imagine
MLXC
Kissing
War was taken by Victor Jorgensen at Times Square on August 14, 1945. In this picture you can see a U.S. Navy soldier passionately kissing a nurse. Contrary to common belief, these two characters were not a couple, but that they were strangers who had met there. The photograph, an icon, is considered a passion excitacióny analogy that means returning home after spending a long time out, as well as the joy experienced at the end of war.
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