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Their eyes meet and a sense of want takes hold of you, you're missing something strangely segura que él es el remedio para tu repentina necesidad. Probablemente lo has visto cientos de veces, pero nunca le prestaste la debida atención y te arrepientes mucho de ello. Lo observas sin que se dé cuenta, grabando cada detalle de su rostro en tu mente con determinación, intentas recuperar todo el tiempo perdido. Una sonrisa se dibuja en tus labios al entender lo estúpidamente importante de la situación, o tal vez lo estúpido no es la situación sino tú, pero prefieres ahorrarte los detalles. Amor a primera vista lo llaman algunos, ¿o será a tercera o quinta vista? No te importa realmente, porque si el amor es locura, bienvenido sea el psiquiatra.

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Levantas con cuidado el portarretratos de la mesa y te recuestas en la cama para admirar con calma la fotografía que ahora se encuentra en tus manos. La imagen está compuesta por dos jóvenes sentadas una al lado de la otra en el banco de una vieja plaza; fue tomada de noche por lo que el solitario parque que se observa en segundo plano se muestra bastante oscuro e incluso algo aterrador. A pesar de estos detalles – la inevitable oscuridad que presenta centenares de escenarios desfavorables y el hecho de que su única compañía sean ellas y el o la portadora de la cámara - Both girls proudly carry a radiant smiles of joy etched on his face. Wondering

wary if they will then smiled for the mere fact of being a photo or if they had real reason to do so, sigh, and you realize that your question is something absurd as recently time ago thou wast able to smile for trivia, before the world did you open your eyes with what people call "life lessons." I really do not remember when was the last time a sincere smile flitted across your lips or when you started to laugh at obligacióny not pure bliss. Never failed to smile or laugh, but only because I learned the hard way that if you give others a smile of sympathy - can be faked, today it does not matter - you will accept n more easily and allow you to be with them.

seems that some unknown holy hand and wrote an unspoken protocol for everyday conversations we all followed to the letter, is saludarány then you will ask how you are and you must answer: "I'm fine and you?" Even lie because the world, no one is prepared to listen to another response. You say you're fine but inside you're rotting in every sense of the word, die like the rose that was withered without ever having been admired or dusty book that nobody has read and , left on the shelf.

suffer no matter when or how many problems you have, you keep them locked and do not tell them to anyone but yourself and it is assumed that only you can solve your problems but that is a vicious lie, what happens is that humans are too busy sinking in our own misery as to relieve the pain of others. If people begin to realize that they are not the only ones who suffer and unfortunately there are some that spend a lot worse, the existence of all would be much easier, would stop the decline of values and ethics. But worst of all is that many will not lift a finger to change what is happening.

In life you will do bad things and good things, ever think that everything bad happens to you and everything will collapse, but it will be temporary and it is important that you re-up and kept fighting. Because whatever you do or do not do, at some point life will come back around and there they will be too late.

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noche_reina @ 2009-08-09T11: 49:00

not resist life, and life itself depends on its belly.

His mouth tastes decode previously unknown, indecipherable. In his mouth the first words are translated as metaphors well-worn conventions. In his mouth the world is achievable, dear.

Its guiding, if possible, sound foreign to become multilingual in the beginning. Lullabies will not forget once you retrieve the memory is never lost.

odors memories will log significant time deep ties related to distance, anchors potential haven in the midst of a storm. Hopefully.

His eyes invent invisible friends, monsters under the bed, amazing mysteries, adventures always likely.
Your hands learn to build towers crumbling battlements as transgressive in order to learn how to stack. His hands have true stories when words are not yet sufficient, sometimes forever tell those hands, less round and more trained. His hands are brushes and pens, cotton wool, chisels. There are few things as beautiful as they kiss the hands of a child.

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My lashes keep the curves of your scribbles on my stripes.
My pupils represent the green edge of your brushes.
My retina record drawings of your hands in my lines.
As my eyes take notes and draw sketches,
the rest of my body does not need notes or drawings, is provided.

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noche_reina @ 2009-07-15T04: 58:00

silent lips articulate sounds suicidal ... Lucky
hands to heal
plot movements nuncadichas words.

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BAH that stuff ...

I do not write long, I'll do that just do not want to study ...
The City ... I have pictures! but no where lol and hmmm are not like that is that the goddamn ****( I refuse to mention) the whole shit! ruined:
- my attendance at CU Pumas vs Chivas, that if I slouch calo
- my trip to the poplar ... I wanted clothes, I need to FUCK
- city tour (net I like a good)
- I wanted to get on the subway again
- finally ....

School is soon finished, all good (:

last thing, I do not like people to write all your stupid life in the nick of msn .... I'm the type of person who reads everything T___T NO WANT TO KNOW THESE PEOPLE I DO NOT WANT! BUEE somewhere it had to say xD

DF Incidentally I went to a conference of AIESEC, I hope then to talk more about it ... veery interesting! (:

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all begins when a man receives an invitation to a funeral and ask to speak with mother about what happened in the war (a subject that he himself had avoided throughout his life). So begins the back on his childhood.

In 1943, the Second World War is in full swing, and the small Eero Lahti lost his father in a Russian attack against Finland. Her mother commented that Sweden (neutral country) is giving asylum to Finnish children, and is convinced it is sent to that country to be safe.

Obviously, Eero refuses, but ultimately ends up in Sweden Jönsson The family, whose matriarch Signe welcomes you with an inexplicable contempt. She also likes the child, and he solo espera noticias de su madre, la que al parecer esta haciendo una vida por su cuenta. .

 

 

Me gusto. Si me saco lagrimas jo-jo

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your dirty reality! CRAZY

is true, sometimes the old people left standing on the truck u___u
Stupid little guy "to be created? Pfff
that if I get angry! IDIOTS , I say if you do not want to fuck you sit back or at least not in place for disabled! ¬ ¬ Ah
worst, are college students who are supposed to have better education, do not know what happens pussies!
right, are passed a re joder! xD


Todo bien para mi (: