Always.
Maybe we were wrong when we said we would last forever. But I did my part. And yet I met. What are
85133224769450 million things I want to tell you that gone are the days, today and tomorrow is 16 17.Me choke if I see you smile when you remember and cry when I think I have been over 365 days I have been separated you. And every day Sumara one more, and the bill will not stop ...
And I try to forget is stupid enough to cling to the past. And I can not do anything, I do not know if I want to stop time, rewind it or make it run faster every moment to be more away from the memories. But I can only say that I am sure of one thing, and it pains me to think that perhaps it is safe for my whole life. And maybe I'm wrong in choosing my path, and the only troubles me to think that I can be closer or away from you.
And frankly, I do not know which is better.
I Just Want To Be Beautiful ... IS MUCH TO ASK?
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Is There A High Heat Craft Paint
Landscape with Figures - Azahara
An excerpt from the legend of Azahara, a favorite Abdherramán III, by Antonio Gala.
AB. What you lack, Azahara?
AZA.Córdoba is the mirror of the world, Abdherramán: its brightest ornament. You have given the beauty and peace: these two sources of wisdom. But there's something missing Cordoba and I had, before I knew, I saw Elvis.
AB. What is Azahara? Tell me and I will also here.
AZA.No possible. God has assigned you to taste the mountain and the plain, cold and heat. A call you saw the brunette. My Saw call the Nevada. I, as a child, I spent winter evenings with lost eyes watching the snow fall. In Córdoba no snow. Not with all your empire, Abdherramán, could conserguir snowing in Cordoba.
AB.Nevará for you, Zahra. My love will make it to snow.
you covered with almond AZA.Y Alarús the Jebel, the Mount of the Beloved, Abdherramán. And you saw brown love turned white as a bride, white as mine ...
An excerpt from the legend of Azahara, a favorite Abdherramán III, by Antonio Gala.
AB. What you lack, Azahara?
AZA.Córdoba is the mirror of the world, Abdherramán: its brightest ornament. You have given the beauty and peace: these two sources of wisdom. But there's something missing Cordoba and I had, before I knew, I saw Elvis.
AB. What is Azahara? Tell me and I will also here.
AZA.No possible. God has assigned you to taste the mountain and the plain, cold and heat. A call you saw the brunette. My Saw call the Nevada. I, as a child, I spent winter evenings with lost eyes watching the snow fall. In Córdoba no snow. Not with all your empire, Abdherramán, could conserguir snowing in Cordoba.
AB.Nevará for you, Zahra. My love will make it to snow.
you covered with almond AZA.Y Alarús the Jebel, the Mount of the Beloved, Abdherramán. And you saw brown love turned white as a bride, white as mine ...
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