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Go back to your light.

Poem

video clip from Youtube. Author: Jorge Horacio Richina. Title: Go back to your light.

Actresses With Good Breasts

The End. (Alternate take)

- And your old lady?

- Mhhh "Yes you know that is not here, no? One day he went to his village, we were still writing and suddenly stopped doing

- ...

- I say that she swallowed a whale, you see that there abound. Maybe one day return, as this guy Jonah and Moby Dick. Or something.

Food Requirement Wording

MEMORY DUMP *** *** Once upon a time

- You are what you hear -

The coffee cup that marks the traditional start of another routine day at work, without much to do except listen to music, reading, picking nose

memories ... I hear all the music chosen by you (for me) and some songs I imagine you dancing, smiling, singing, being happy. I wish you were here next to explain each. Usually the songs that we like and others presume to have a history, are something special. Sometimes we just like and now. But in the end all has its share of memories. At the end all are a small part of what we are today.

- Satiety -

I am of those who are stuck with all that much like they can wear down even boredom. Breathe, taste, chew, swallow, choke, taste, devour, digest, breathable, compare it, grasp it and learn it, make it part of me, get to its essence. I'm the guy who can repeat a song all day, every day and hear that one song without noticing the existence of other, as if that is needed. Then I passed and the song goes to the pile along with others, to be part of that disorganized collection is the soundtrack of what happens to me. Contigo

never did, I could never have you always wanted, when I wanted. You held elegantly available to your will, give me space so I never got bored, I never felt that lazy to fetch the next day. I never could feel that satiety. I never met your essence.

And that is perhaps the cause of this pain.

- Melancholia -

There was that time I released a classic anything, "not you, is my cousin" and something was wrong went to the pipe from one day to another just because the premium had first seen me and the other few eggs would not throw that shot.

The next time a relationship-no-relationship that was very comfortable and at ease, for both. And suddenly a "Ah, did not I tell you? I'm getting married. "

There was another where I ran. When you're the one who does not want more commitment, which eyes put away plate and through when you hear "Can you imagine waking up and always together?".

In another, we both lose everything. No one called to another person. Tacitus.

And now you. "I do not want to hurt you."

"the lost redhead Was Just Another smash in a lifelong loss ... "

- Easy come, easy go -

There are simple things you, schedule for example. Solve a real world problem, put it in lines of code that understands the machine and make it work for you. So algebra, work ... Things you for being easy do not give them fair value.

And that's my story.

Everything in life has given me so easy, as fallen from heaven, prácticamanente I've never had to strive to get something. And that is why I do not fight for what I want. That's why I'm suffering from it when they lose something but not know what to do to recover.

- Perversions -

I could make you my fetish. Although I do not really imagine what would have happened to accept becoming the personification of my fantasies and my dreams.

- Epilogue -

wish life was not so complicated as to be together despite everything. Despite you and me.

I realize (again) that I am perfectly forgettable, disposable, dispensable.

Thanks for the lesson in humility.

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... I had a woman.

And she was beautiful, with long hair past the waist and the mesmerizing natural curly, which makes you imagine you're little and you lullabies and sleep on it while you look and entangled between your fingers. Skin so white that kept the marks of my hands. Strong, shapely legs, feet, delicate and beautiful, perfect. A wide hips, the kind that when take your hand around the waist can stand to get there, walk with that characteristic and beautiful buttocks. Long fingers thin hands clasped loved watching me with mine. A beautiful woman through which to see.

To make matters worse he was intelligent and knew a lot of things, I never tired of learning from it. Admired her, I loved, I loved ... I fell in love. He loved music, and who will not be happy with a woman who loves music, dancing at the slightest provocation.

Me? It had nothing to offer, you see I've always been the low profile, who knows nothing about everything and has never been able to express your feelings, so only had a way of making you feel how much I wanted to be with her. He said that made her happy.

And she to me.

A nice story.

"Then? The day came when he left. I knew this day would come, he was only passing, for a while. I had this idea a long time but no fool like me thinking, as if it would never happen. It was and we said goodbye. We keep writing, strangers. And everything was nice. Everything was still pretty even from a distance, and keep something on, a little hope that we would be together again.

Until one day he stopped writing, unexpectedly, from one day to another it was over. Weird huh? And I resented it.

spent more time and returned, but it was not the same, had become cold, calculating, said he knew what he wanted, but had plans, plans that obviously I was not there. I tried to stand, links, to be happy with little love, but soon I realized that I am not well, I've never been, I miss her and love her too much to only have a fraction of it to pass many days without knowing about it or hear a "My Love" and see it smile.

For so long I got used to things very pretty and when you no longer had ...

And you take a hasty decision, you think you'll feel better leaving everything, giving you around and pretend that nothing happens, it will be easier to deal with rupture. Idiot. Then try to recover what was lost, but the truth is that neither has ever known to fight for what you want.

So here you are, again, as before, picking up pieces of what was.

Tattooed all I see, All That I am, all I'll be.