Thursday, December 23, 2010

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My soul, my life and my heart.

We insatiable people dream of having what we did not have or what you never had and eventually lost. We feel our dreams as if they were our own lives, we become strange illusions that one day, perhaps, could be realized.
When we realize that our dreams are too far from reality feel that little melancholy symptom of not having what you want, and that is when our heart is hurt, baring the soul that tears our lives.
dreams, but never let your dreams break into the reality of your life.

Monday, December 6, 2010

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Cancer Letter Letter to a "do not know what" Letter to cry

Letter to a "do not know what"



Dear unknown:


rebullicio much in this mind of mine! Quixotic journey much Sancho ate without a feeling!
And you, mystery lady that "I do not know what" that sometimes haunts me, because incomprehensible, strange, voracious in its unruly course, that storm that arrives unexpectedly, devastating, leaving trails of steps Atilano horses where ever grow again, the same emotion that one day, planted in the soul, made me believe that I was behind a silver mirror.

do not know what overwhelms me is a feeling of total loss of something we do not know how to define, but I know of some lost. The saddest thing is to accept the loss of live that same loss and grief that never ends, so ethereal and intangible, for never.

Hopefully, "I do not know why," may one day understand this moment I write these lines, without reason and without a reason.

Sincerely, without more,

I .

Friday, November 12, 2010

Cake Sayings For Thank You.

And that time stops. UGGS Boots

These cold days, those days are silent, gloomy and rainy.
These days you look out the window the feeling protected by the echo of being behind the glass, watching as time passes, like a movie we were just watching.
are those days when you remember the bad and good times, and also the people who accompanied you in these moments so important to you.
One of those days those who miss one of those people, who feel even closer to you as though time has passed there are times when it seems that everything is as it used to be and that nothing has changed.
That day you need to shout, dance and run in the rain. You need to look at him in front of forgetting the words, feeling that is and will be with you forever.

Hopeless They want to kiss you.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

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Letter to cry






"Letter to a scream or cry ?
There are differences. I know.

Let's start again.








Dear cry


If, by the time estimated who knows, then, when in fact scream, I wanted more than estimated, but the respect will remain the same.


I write well, treating you, because a cry that is sound in the throat, not drowning in it, which comes from inside soul tearing and leaving open chest, should be a great cry, a rending cry, a cry that fills the entire universe.


And my cry, you know, breaking silences and absences. Open spaces, pushing winds and tornadoes ago.


My cry is a cry that echoed leaves between the sun and the moon, between the sea and these mountains around me, roaring between storms impossible to appease, by eternal, immense, for human being in such dehumanization.


sir I am writing cry, because for some time to wander between sanity and without reason, a time when I heard, where a tombstone that imprisons me against the land without owners, that makes me bite my teeth and open the pit to me already contains.


So cry, cry to see if my voice reaches somewhere and it returned me the life I have lost a day. You sir cry, the one that now can make my heart burst I hear thunder and it is divided among the stars.


I come up here, and as if by magic I look at the picture of Edvard Munch, diluted in half of the colors that look like hell from the other voices are silent not quiet, living in the limbo of a river that runs into any delta, to any ocean.


So I say goodbye to you, right now, farewell, now you want a little more, because the word is confused with relief cry springing from the soul, fluttering like butterflies dragonflies, fireflies, chips, amid this cry of mine who left me with ... myself.








I .

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

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sure you have found these boots in lots of places, magazines, celebrities who wear them, even down the street people like us. And these boots are ccb ie, comfortable, warm and beautiful. What else can we ask? The only pros who have is that its price is quite expensive, but you can find very similar imitations at an affordable price.


Here you have some very similar to Gioseppo:
What do you think? =)

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Sore Breasts And Thrush

Letter to an hour without a minute

Dear minute hour without markings:


Here I am. Sitting in front of the sunset, against a time goodbye sun says goodbye to the dance of the clouds that try to dress it in vain.
Here I am. No more baggage than my myself and no other paths that mark the steps of an hour without a minute.
am by the grace of God, alive, not knowing if I am, trying to place in each piece of my mind the memories which seem gone after the sun sets on the horizon.


But what say? Why this ride the gloom? How many others and in many parts suffer even more than I and for different reasons? Perhaps

dear hour, the matter is this silence from the inside, although my mouth to talk and talk, my soul is silent.
Perhaps it is, I tend to instinctively hands and find the void, Honduras space, empty chairs, solitary sidewalks.
Maybe ... I do not know is because the years stripped my shortcomings and who fell skin ... I thought he was.


hour without a minute I write the truth, or understand the world of all words, why you write, do not even exist?


Wandering into a space alien, goodbye to you,
I
which has reached the threshold of time.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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ideal.

The borsalino .
The hat over it among the celebrities born in 1857 after Giuseppe Borsalino, a boy Alessandria (Italy), with only 14 years, travel to factories of hats from France to learn the trade. His most original hat, designed for men and in gray or black, was made from rabbit fur felt and had a ribbon tied to the left. Began to associate with gangsters and mobsters from the film "Borsalino", 1970.


Here I leave some of topshop and zara to see what you think.



Sunday, October 24, 2010

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All about ...

Jon Kortajarena.
face is the most admired men in the last two years. This English model 25 years was born in Vizcaya on May 19, 1985.
was discovered during the Fashion Week and her first professional experience was in Cibeles (Madrid) Roberto Verino. His start came when he met his current booker, Eduardo Sayas, who noticed him and convinced him to try in the world of fashion.
Although he started doing interesting things, did not reach the most important things in his career until Sayas suggested a haircut. At the time I took over and gave him a seductive look but also aggressive. Immediately after he began working with Tom Ford, in addition to become a player in his campaigns, he included in his first film "A single man". has done advertising campaigns Just Cavalii, Versace, Giorgio Armani, Bally, Etro, Trussardi, Diesel, Mangano , Lagerfeld, Pepe Jeans and especially Matinique, H & M, Tom Ford and Guess.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

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Letter to the present absence


Dear absence ... no!
Dolorosa absence:

I say painful, in the midst of the passing hours, being denied forget my most precious.
Because you're away, though you are living presence, because despite the goodbyes Embedded in the words that were verses in the notes were amazed by the errant claims and anger, you're still my dream eyes closed.

I write today, as I've ever written, his heart tied hands are typing each letter thorn, petal or cloud, which recreates a voice and an illusion ... absent.
You left, I went, we were not, we are not, no, no. When a fight bitterly for my "yes" and I planted in the "no" today is the denial of a nonexistent morning.

Dolorosa absence, silence and solitude absurd, distant, frustrating, powerless, hateful, taken from an evil wizard hat instead of a white dove of peace laurel in its beak, he began to draw, knots , demons, screams, volcanoes, fatigue, exhaustion, wear and tear of a relationship or a friendship thread is able to sustain.

(And I'm still without you knowing, if you glimpse a tear in your verse, my eyes waterlogging and caress your image ... absent.)

I say goodbye, the words run away behind the horizon that was assaulted by a love that did touch him, when he thought that one day your hands and mine, would be on our end, the bass that would hold the destiny that marked our meeting.

I bid them, even calling this absence painful, I can not leave the truth aside, recognizing that you're still keeping in a basin, a beating heart.

From you and me, I
.