Blackberry Golf Invitation

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.

Tyoes Of Dental Burs And There Uses

... 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.

In French The Words Are Beautiful For

Scorpio, mature and cool.

The title is intended to lead you to a page where you can find characteristics of different zodiac signs and / or Zodiac-

Click on the term appears below:

                                                   

Z O D I A C O  

Dragon Age 2 Load Old

I burned the fire of your mouth.


kiss your mouth again.


Again
kiss your mouth is what I need,

blessed is the breath and hope that leads me.


back to those feelings were already lost my life

will revive and inflame passions. I want to again


ardor that burned my lips, leaving the remnants

that lit my heart.

not be surprised if you ask
I need your kiss, for theirs

I am a prisoner chained to his fire.

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Author: Jorge Horacio Richina

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Where Do Lizards Fit In The Food Chain

Today I re-routing.


I fell into oblivion.
Poem.


not imagine your lips,
forgot your kisses.
not even remember your remote
sweetness
I was in oblivion,
suddenly you walked away ...
to calm the madness
now inhabits my mind.


I can not stress this love
unreal
that frees me
to find peace.
Today I leave path not to follow
suffering
seek concrete love
that breaks my feelings.


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37 Weeks Pregnant With Yellow Discharge

Is not it time to leave already? Missionary



Oh Lord, how horrible!
Poem.


Oh Lord, how
horror that is hurting the world!
many calamities and misery,
much pain so deep.

In short period rose
tragedies that caused death,
and in the last hundred years
twisted toward evil fate.


then I want to ask if real eternal paradise,
live if there
disasters that look like hell.

seems distant Heaven
more than the kingdom of Lucifer, and your
created everything:
How you dropped? Wine

the bottom of the Earth
to create chaos and disaster,
reasons why you inquiero:
Is not it time to leave already?



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breezes ...

... drenched in rain ...

Beautiful song on the YouTube site:

Functions Of The Parts Of A Toad

In the Meantime ...

Write ideas on pieces 140 hurt when you sit down to write and you realize you've already said many things, then it is harder to come and have a good catharsis.

Now I have to get used to the idea that you will not be with me and although not told me anything, I will not continue to create false expectations, Madrazo would be worse. If there is a madrazo. But if there ... And so I am all the time, like a tightrope, I know that eventually I will fall, on one side and we're not together and the other side continue as before. Sometimes

accept that everything ends, which from the beginning I knew this would happen, I said I would prepared and I gave it my best to make you happy as we were, I should not worry and that after feeling bad, get over it. Then breathe relieved, I am concerned, I go, I hope things while you have to say. But other times I say it's all happening very fast and I fail to understand, I do not want that to happen, I would like to hear that you're just going through a bad time and all is fine and that this was just a bad dream and go back to make us happy and share. According to my limited capacity to understand, that's what is happening, confusion. And I wait. What if I put up with an old fool? Yes, I reread those fragmentitos

of happiness together and that's when I might not all go away so easy, like trying to fit an elephant under the rug so that nobody notices and nobody would notice with a properly sized rug, but the elephant is still there. I find it hard to believe that overnight you are thinking not worth pursuing, you do not want to leave, they lock you in the distance and coldness. Nor do I know if I wanted some and you're walking away because it is not enough or if I loved a lot, so much that I got scared.

But let's go slow, take your time, and both know that we are ready to continue together or each one by their side and not a hasty decision. Moments bitter will be nothing if it can make you happy again with what I am.

"I love you, I miss, I miss you"

Ankle Hurting When Driving

continued my usual route. Inspired

Animal World

(short story).

Desolate, compared to a light pink tone that penetrated my pupils and I reached the center of the brain, waiting in line, like all others-in unbearable wait for my turn.

tried to avoid looking forward to not sharpen my suffering. But I could not avoid, at some point I was going to come a time and then have to make decisions.

Unfortunately, not being able to control my gaze, inadvertently directed towards the sinister cemetery appeared before me and exhibited so much horror. Death is seen everywhere, debris scattered in stacks, with traces of blood still with the taste of resignation that often have people who could not defend themselves ... those who met his death, unarmed and unprotected.

I was most worried of all, apparently suffered the most. The rest looked more tanned and as I was approaching a turn looked as if they draw a slight smile on his face.

Suddenly the manager looked at me firmly.

I was there before him, then asked:

What do you think that you're so scared face? See that here we do not kill people ...

A légrate your turn has come.

What are you going to wear?

immediately replied: Give me two big chickens, two kilos of roast, three kilos of vacuum, two depths, a rack of pork, chicken supreme ten, twelve pork sausage, four kidneys, and also the largest croaker, which is in the conservative next door.

Once cleared, I paid my own, and carry things in the trunk. I was thinking that, perhaps, on Sunday not decompose over time and should stop at half way to buy firewood.

I had already forgotten that image of matted dead animals ... all this body of these pieces sectioned and inert seemed to look in the refrigerator on the farm "Animal World", where he used to do my usual shopping.

However, since entering the garage at my house, I came to my mind one last thought:

Are we humans the more "animals" (pejoratively speaking) of all species ?

... d fter the life I led them through the usual ways.

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Rates Of Berger Paint

If you knew ... I can not stop now

: 3

Company Anniversary Message Sample

I've been loving you too long

To stop now

You are tired and you want to be free

My love is growing Stronger

As you Become a habit to me

Ooh, I've been loving you too

long I do not want to stop now, oh

With you my life has been so wonderful

I can't stop now

You are tired and your love is growing cold

My love is growing stronger

As our affair, affair grows old

I've been loving you oh too long

Don't want to stop now, oh, oh oh

I've been loving you a little too long

I don't wanna stop now, oh, oh

Do not make me stop now, oh baby

I'm down on my knees

Please, Do not make me stop now

I love

you, I love you

I love you with all my heart

And I can not stop now

Please, please, please please do not

Do not make me stop now, oh yeah

My heart and soul cryin '

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sweet compassion.



The sweet compassion - Sonnet

This sonnet inspired

sweet compassion can improve your restless spirit, has the calm
benefit your state when you look
plunged into depression.

Just breathe deeply to ease your heart
hurried
inspire and measured with a steady pace you
to eradicate the unhealthy seed.

For every injury that does not close
may be cause for subsequent evils
and too late for the damage to banish.

not give in to pain
never let any regrets or hold on you setting your vision
novice in the light of dawn.

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Noc For Driving License Format

Poetry dedicated to the search engine Google. Perhaps




search engine "Google"
Poem.


they emerged on the Web
I took you from the beginning, and I learned
your side
while still growing. Every day


new things to improve my work, taking me to many places

with absolute certainty.


Asking your engine looked all desired
and finding the answers you
was amazed.
Sensation
constant growth continues

... I say this with sincerity
even in these moments. Almost

see you as an oracle
I meet the desires

finding what I need in the areas I prefer.


Difficult to describe the vehicle you've been,
to move in leaving the network
surprised.

I want, with total respect, providing a simple tribute
;
for your thoughtfulness, your style and your strength
relentless.

I feel it is my duty to highlight these strengths
,

solutions for all you gave to my requests.

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Author: Jorge Horacio Richina.

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What Does A Bones Spur On The Gums Look Like

utopian longing.



The dream that feeds my soul.


latent
're my muse that I keep at this time that I
about
calm after last years

to ignite a flame that keeps my soul.

You became my dream,
my anxiety, my company,
awakening my joy, that did not charge
force,
and now with your presence
reborn my fantasies.

is something that lives in my
that life with me,
and if only
illusion is not complete my joy, I am also happy

when your energy takes me.

A dream that leads me
that might be absurd

perhaps utopian longing that must end in nothing more however

alive ... hopefully tomorrow. -------------------------------------


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reserved. -------------------------------------


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Writing Wedding Cards In French

Kiss Kiss genuine and false. Just

The letter says it all:

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evening fell. Photo

The brilliance of Venus.

evening fell
Just when I was struck by the star, then drag its

covering my whole night sky.

With a thousand fiery sparks
as spells of joy, the star also appeared

today is not my guide north.

are the brilliance of Venus
energize me,
that can soothe the soul
and give meaning to my life. Breath

tenacious
prints with its light radiates vigor,
force to be filtered without hesitation
my aura. ---------------------------------


Author: Jorge Horacio Richina.

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Ladyes In Stockings And Girdel

passing the beat of a tango.

a video that reveals poetry that contain images of Buenos Aires and elsewhere in the country, a feverish pace during the nineteenth and twentieth

Canolive Giv Eyou Diaorrhea

A meeting between divas (?)

to see what's new in Feisbuck ... People who put videito, any comments of dissatisfaction about the new format to see the photos, so and so is now friends with Somebody's niece and 854 more people.

to see what else is interesting ...

I see the patient connected to the FB Chat (I), exchange dialogues with JuanLimado and their tonsils removed.

Please do not advance the conversation without seeing the video.

Black: Tell me that you came superpowers!

John ass I can see just see the legs

qualifies as super power?

Black: jejejejeje

if you told me to look straight down a mine guess the quality of the buttocks, if

John so, yes

and me I will make sending and mask capita

Black: jejejeje a queue Mengano!

John hajajajaj

how are you black?

Black: 'm here, in the misery of everyday

and you?

Juan : resources and poor?

Black: here I

Juan : I'm going great, every day more legs

Patras * Black

: I killed the asterisk in the errata

John: I possible to lead a life unbearable

if I see I'm picking up, do something to lock

for example, "operate"

Black : I had the mascarpone berries?

Juan : ice cream depends

a yes, and no

Black: if you buy mascarpone with berries I can only say one thing ...

John you say that because I fucking me?

Black: Welcome to homosexuality!

John JAJAAJ

nonononon, I have it very clear

that I'm getting fucking at age 57

Black, is an indirect way of coming out

done that and the virile using pink shirts

Juan : As you leave me quiet because it was better that he had no more shooting time

but at 57 Hang on, do not let up pendejo

Black

: If you had no berries, cashew nuts had, you become my best friend

I do not see you through life seducing joss sticks

now if I say that your wife will take the itch to try the cinturonga, I think

John a somewhat daunting anyway

deprive my wife to make her see that, poor santa

Black: I know, they tried, they told me that before did not know what sex was

looks like it is strong thing

John sisisi, definitely something has to be

but it is still a pig as a human being with her ass air

after that that ?!?!!?

the end of life as we know

Black: and well ... if you are after that you want to continue screwing around, is that you're a fucking vicious

John JAJA

Black: this talk post deserves to be immortalized in

Juan

: as Vixen Samantha

a life marked by lust and

vicccccccccccccccccio

Black: HAHAHAHAHAHA is I dropped a piece of chalk, and he says with greedy face !!!!!

impeccable

John's that vicious

Black: no one can resist such worldly pleasures

John JAJA

pleasures that are an attack the prostate

Black: an attack or a party, it all depends on contact with which to perform such activity

che, looks like I'm about to receive proctologist

Juan : a tour de force, or stroll through the rose garden

jajaaj the dotor Black *** specialist oje

Black : arriving at most in the be!

ask permission to make this pleasant chat post

John Black jajajaja the dismissal

Falopa

because they gave me made me stop human flan

Black: jejejejejeje

John is a blender to make much codeine brain

but please

for iúsing of frivolous fil

charl Black

: hope your tonsils have gone to a better world

and accompanying codeine! (Gets the geek)

John jejejejejejejejej

mandola Black kiss!

are the Habal

Black: Regards and take care

If told not to remember this talk is about drugs!!

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not pretend your sorry.

I do not want your comfort.

Poem.

Do not look at my

nor do I have in mind, lest
the fate
you want to turn.


I have no exchange or cash for your box, I am the problem

... which has no tomorrow.

I do not want your comfort
not pretend your sorry, I can offer

nothing to nourish the soul.

I leave this advice,
in this short message, written

any given day of a calendar invisible. --------------------------------------


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Tender Breasts Sore Throat

videos that are excluded from lust and sex.

Never before been shown in series:

Wellastrate Testbericht

Dreams that roam through my mind.

The powerful force of destiny.

Poem

Something stronger than the will

stopped my progress on the road,

as is a barrier that is operated

by the powerful force of destiny.

thing that separated me from the penalty

stigma and set me as a smile

a spell of light, a fit,

an arrow through my life.

Dreams that roam through my mind,

who fight with past disappointments. Illusions

sweet, sincere and virtuous,

brim capacity of fortune.

I hidden my thoughts,

mitigates caresses a broken heart. Spark

vibrant heart awakens

which incorporates the rhythm of his heartbeat normal.

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Wear your kisses with me.

learned to kiss you.

Poem

That Saturday night dancing at the

garden

I clung to your waist

apretándote to me.

Suddenly the music stopped ...

so we continued, more

both

will see us out the door.

Once in the village to escape

looks, we take a walk

by enchanted tiles.

In this sweet ride

as I lit flame

took the taste in your mouth

fresh as an apple.

indescribable feeling, taste

keep alive ... I will never forget it

I learned to kiss you.

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

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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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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!

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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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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.

All rights reserved. ------------------------------------


Simultaneously published in:

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

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for ways unrealistic.

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I have a few drinks over ...

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

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... 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:

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

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... and I can not, after all these years, imagine how was your lovely image.

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The passing of the years just left me a slight hint of singular beauty.

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What I recall most clearly is his wonderful spirituality, which, in my view, is more imprinted.

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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.

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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.

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Illustration: Woman backs - Salvador Dalí.

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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.