Thursday, January 27, 2011

Koleston Hair Colour Chart Red

positive grieving.


The last drop of his blood.

Poor despised poet,
never enough to win fame.
Pity the poet in love, even
arrives to conquer "his lady."

Poor skinny pockets poet
whose office is the cause of such poverty, poor
in his soul where there is always punishment
he can count with singular beauty.

Rico
spirit of noble sentiments
usually translate his poems,
eyebrow not continue his job never
dying in the last drop of his blood.

Author
----------------------------------------- : Jorge Horacio Richina

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recorded simultaneously Poem:

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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Letter Format Telephone Disconnection

One night

Let's see ... the portfolio already has everything, ID, wallet, guide T by questions, not really to take her if you know where to go but hey, you never know if you have to go elsewhere and I also do not drive, keys, cell phone ... is missing something and I do not know what it is, then I will whore when in the elevator and straw me back up. Are 8am, I said I would be like at about 9am, so I have time, not that we eat, the better you call and ask, "Hey
freckled, how are you? "Everything's fine Black
beautiful, che" that you feel like eating? I cook.
- What you have in the fridge?
-Eeeemmm to veeer ... I have cheese, ham, a tomato, but I do not eat it, it looks like that long ago.
-and throw it shit, leave it there? "Trim?
"No, the ham and cheese do not feel alone.
- You did no shopping, no?
-Eeeehh ... no, I did not have time.
"Sure and I'll make do with ham, cheese, a tomato half and some ice cubes mysterious. Black
"Well, ask anything and it was. Pizza
-no, I'm rotten to eat pizza.
"Wait ... "You that you're not here? stops spinning back and forth once and for all, then we see that we ask for food.
"Well, no shit me to fart! There I go there.
-Dale, besotes. I love you.
"I love you too. Kisses.

I change clothes, I dress a bit and grabbed the purse. The tapper! I almost forgot the tapper to the dessert I had done, I put it in a bag and still do not really because women do this, but despite the tapper close properly and we grabbed it with both hands, you have to put a pouch. That and a piss in a public toilet without touching anything, are things that give us our mothers. I go to the bus stop, I clipped fair and while I ask one of 1.25 as the bus driver looks at me tits. He held a seat beside the window, traveled chilly, pulled a little window, I want to travel cool but not disheveled. I get off the bus and I am prepared to travel the three blocks that separate me from the home of Mr. Groom. Dodge soruyos dog, I crossed the street who is more enlightened, I see very few people in the street, a guy shitting pants down against a tree, the file that pas ... eeeehhhhhh?! There's a guy with pants down, there, two meters of me, in full frontal nudity, "defecating? I do not want to find out, walking fast, fast, raaapiiidoooo ! I yell something and do not know, but I think he was drunk. I arrived, I rang the doorbell and opens the door.

- Black Hello!
- Next time ... YOU WILL FIND ME TO STOP THE GROUP!!



Fair I had to witness this!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Copy Of Used Rv Bill Of Sale

Rubbing your hands.


ambitious hopes.


Kisses and more kisses that were springing up
of my mouth to your mouth
in the silent night.


Kisses and more kisses to calm the fire, flames

of far off yet. Pleasant dreams


touching your hands, touch your skin
...
burning my anxieties and joys



magic in the shadows ... ambition Hidden
of my hopes.

-------------------------------- Author: Jorge Horacio Richina

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Friday, January 21, 2011

Meaning For No Free Fluid In Pod

Poetry always proud.


As
well water.
Poem.

In our times,
more when they are in cities,
can not sprout
songs as well water.
changed things so that progress
overwhelming handled

destroy natural beauties.

So to find the muses
will look in other topics,
inciting inspiration and show

the itinerary that allows the creation,
that the poet requires ,
to dump the paper
their sincere thoughts.

The result ...
landscapes with more cement than flowers,
sounds so different than anything
seem,
trills to bring the winds,
or rivers where the waters sing, or cascades

music that no longer offer its charm.

troubadour It is hard to make their
sensitive lines, and inspire

beauties and few remain alive.
why poetry for some
is no longer fashionable, do not feel pleasure in it, more
poet who appreciates
will always rhymes with haughty attitude. ------------------------------------


Author: Jorge Horacio Richina.

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Simultaneously published in:

http://jorgerichino.galeon.com
http://citilove.blogcindario.com
http://escritordelaweb.blogspot.com
http://jorgerichino.webcindario.com
and other pages and editions of the author. ------------------------------------


Sunday, January 16, 2011

Unhandled Exception C0000005 Address 0040e439

for ways unrealistic.


While world falls apart.


As the world falls apart,
I-like many-
I'm sitting at this stupid computer
... killing time.

Playing the game of wanting to learn
...
willing to impart what I propose to make,
that which destroys human barbarity day.

not live my life, I just
engages in this addictive
network that brings me here and there, but I
makes no road.

I know I'm wasting my time
that there are things to devote serious attention
-much more serious and important-
'm playing this game yet hypnotic
... I finally leads nowhere.

--------------------------------------------- ---
Author: Jorge Horacio Richina.


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Monday, January 10, 2011

Get Well Message For A Hip Replacement

I have a few drinks over ...

.
... I can explain why as I do to get through your absence and mask the great pain of a loss of your love.
.


.

Cathy Martin Koutcheravenko

For all women in the world ...

.
... even for you and for others who led that he could die of love for them.

-In a display of me-a few times expressed kindness, and appreciation for the pleasures and demonstrations that gave me making me happy.

For now, only once, and as a true case of emergency; dedido them all this topic:


Friday, January 7, 2011

How To Write A Commercial Lease Offer Letter

This is how I remember my old love ... That boy

.
... and I can not, after all these years, imagine how was your lovely image.
.
The passing of the years just left me a slight hint of singular beauty.
.
What I recall most clearly is his wonderful spirituality, which, in my view, is more imprinted.
.
But the material, the packaging of this beautiful soul is gone from my head, and scatter and extinguish the sparks of a fire in full combustion.
.
.

is it that you do not have any pictures of that girl who was my girlfriend ... with whom I lived so beautiful love in the years of my youth?

Nothing has been left as a memento of it, absolutely nothing.

And indeed there are moments that it would be very encouraging for me to contemplate a picture of him.
are moments when you can earn discouragement, and then it would be wonderful be able to see your beautiful face and gorgeous figure to revive, albeit virtually, the beautiful memories of that past love.

What I would be immensely happy, just to see her again as it was then, a wonderful girl who still remember with great nostalgia and affection.
.
Illustration: Woman backs - Salvador DalĂ­.
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Points Personal Strengths

Events Results

this year as everyone turned to gather the clan, you add more people as always, is that fucking habit of the more better, all speak to the cries and no food to satisfy all of Africa. I have a suspicion that my mother will feed us until we get diabetes. Express their love through food and eat it but it feels like a contempt. That's how I got 5 kg of two parties. All the weight evenly distributed in the ass and legs, I come untandome pants or butter.
So now I'm on a diet and exercise, but first of all went away the source of evil. I left my old house and went back to mine. So we cut the food chain and I on the top of the food pyramid.




The truth is that there were couple of tips this holiday season not to miss:
  • This time for dessert had ice cream, ice cream live down the fucking salad!
  • My mom invited a friend that was very funny to chat with my aunt, which is somewhat reserved. The friend asks the brazen cry: to you when you reach menopause gaining too much weight? It was a moment so great, I had to hide to laugh.
  • I had the opportunity see a sweet bread that had no mass, it was pure candied nuts and stuck by the power of glucose.
  • Again, the former suitor of my mom, "tiomasqueunamigo" always sits next to my old, is like begging to my old beat up and have a desire so barbaric to euthanize without being terminally ill! ! Maybe you have the fantasy that if my dad gives my old band ball, not in order ... chromosome must have some lame half.
  • was not Santa Claus, this time my father shouted, my asshole again not catch me! Not wanted to dress up and nobody wanted to take responsibility for making such an important role.
The truth is that these parties were better than last year, the factor ultimately changed everything.