Metereopatia. I am a victim. Three days of gray existential everything around me. But not in ... inside there is an impatient waiting for arrivals this second half of the week. Denim said that I enormous potential, that I must be careful because all power is as constructive as ditruttivo depending on how one chooses to use it. Oh well, it seems trivial, but to hear it from Denim is overwhelming. This urgency growing inside me and exploded in hyperactivity rampant outside leaves me breathless. And all around sprouting like mushrooms that I have to fix things as if there had ever been, even though they are aware that I was simply blind. The gift starts to become one, then. The glow of its color and get a definition even though I continue to be the plague-stricken about a time until you can not come true, I like it. When you learn how you can really help someone and feel the certain limitations and the urgency of your soul, then submerge the answers the questions. I mean come first. A long Premesa to revisit the places of my past, where do I have left real pieces of me, and no longer associate their name to my pain, my anger, my sorrow ... I think what they were and see them again, and I lose a smile. I swear. A smile! ELTOR the fog is thin and his absurd panic that allowed him to live sopravviverre instead. Did you loose your fog ELTOR? You started to run away from your useless hiding? Comet became the cold rain. Cold, yes, even before the wet. That makes you tremble, those who weep and do not know why there is only rain drops and not ditingui. But you're cold. Even if it's summer. Cold as his revenge. That, as I told them about a soul that was bad, I would not have ever believed. Until the rain. Rames is a hedge, yields to blackmail their interiors. LordByron is a bird of paradise, so beautiful and sunny and beautiful and full ... Do not ever asked me to marry him as did others, but most of all I wanted to do it. But unlike Paradisea, time flies ... Dominique was the most gentle, too sweet for the tiger that he just wanted to run. A stream in the woods. Gilda ... I wanted to be able to meet at another time, so that the bison was also rock of the sea, but you know that is not what I expected although aspects of what we do not viene.E much more ... I wonder what they see ... I wonder and I hear them, each in its stormy sea calm rather than in full ... and there again that smile that rises sulel lips. I've got soft lips, I will. It will be so that the smile I feel good.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Dental Hygiene Cover Letters
And so after our night, let us hear the poet of the dark. A vacuum for the words of this world who are unnecessarily empty and many of their own. We spoke to the conscience and with the spirits of Nature. Perhaps it is a pledge of joy and fervent life begin? I do not know. There are cases where you do not have to think about. Just raise your hand slowly, in greeting. So sooner or later we meet again forever.
It 's the most challenging period in the last quarter, do you deal with a moon even more though never too much. There is quick to collect the last gem, to incense the rest of forces lethargic. And you learn, learn, learn.
I have a lot of new things to tell, so many that seem silly at the end: yes, the time is trivial at times. But I'll try. And all of you, where are you now? You feel this air cold calling urgently our name to enter it in? Oh my feet! and my hands ... how many feet and how many hands ...
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