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Paris Fashion Week

Of the many looks that could be seen during the fashion week in Paris, I leave here some that caught my attention. Have you also if you like.

What do you think?

Besos:)

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like dynamite,

Ragnarok,

or teenage love.

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When I started writing on this blog, in this mailbox open, unsealed envelopes, I wrote Jo on April 9, 2008, just one month before your birthday, not the novel Little Women Jo, if not my Jo, the friend you are and be real. This was the letter:

Dear Jo:




sometimes years make in time to recreate the events of yesterday. And does not escape me, the feeling that came between the two. A friendship, sublimated in the love of God, a friendship that united us in a team that until today, although none of you know, although the years, the distance and silence, we have separated, there will always be in me, you were without my knowing it, a love of soul that was forever in me.

never understood in these years as teens, so find the horizons, orientations, genders, you were a flower that touched my life leaving the purest of perfumes.

I loved beautiful, with clear eyes, holding hands and with the embrace of love that never says, because it is known to exist, because no one knew what it was.

Wherever you are, dear friend, you are my love in search of my own being.

___________

And today, March 26, 2011, after trying to find you by all means, to trace your footsteps, I hear you.

Now I understand, because my soul has long been unable to take flight into your horizons, when you always told me that our friendship was one of those rare and beautiful, one soul in two bodies.

touch you from long before I, twenty-three years ago, and I, knowing nothing, thinking you had left the country, you went to the land of your husband, your beautiful children. But no, it anclaste you deeper into the earth and walked away without warning.

Today I rain the soul, the left side and my eyes look at you like those little girls who were dreaming of missions for the love of God.

I love you more and friend, for me still living beings live where I love and who left this dimension to be happy forever, or to wink and maybe support us at crucial moments of life. I've been traveling, and we find ourselves in a bend of the way everlasting.

I do not know how to finish these lines, I see the keyboard ... until now ...

I

.


PD .. Betty Joseph, rest in peace. Our tree is still standing,

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One day someone said ...

"PERFECT WOMAN nuisance to BORED WOMEN AND MEN"

(Paul Morand)

And why be so if every woman has her charm imperfect?

xoxo:)

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No more now.

these looks

complicit in small moments. This silence on exploiting the words and feelings. Can not be expressed either with a single gesture or feel in such a short time.

never knew my voice to say what I say with my eyes, my life stopped at that time when you identified my message and I answered kissing.

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Chanel. Weekend

The latest project of the Italian firm has been a wonderful photo shoot with actress Blake Lively, who plays Serena in the prestigious series Gossip Girl.
In the images we can find the sexy side of actress posing showing bags "Mademoiselle."
Apparently, Karl Lagerfeld himself took the pictures to make its simplicity and elegance in them.

The actress with the designer, Karl Lagerfeld.

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rain. Carnival

entire rainy weekend, so I left a very little ... and make para hacer unas fotillos a algunos dibujos que he estando haciendo. ¿Qué os parecen?

¿Que tal vuestro fin de semana?

xoxo 

:)

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long time since I wrote so take the opportunity to show you my costume carnival and so you tell me yours too. Mine was sencillito, gingerbread cookie (like the movie Shrek).

What do you think? What about yours?

Besos;)

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Phrase 2 Song of Myself - Walt Michael Cheval

The steam of my own breath;

Echoes, ripples, whispers of love roots, filaments of silk,

the capricious branches and vines;

My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart,

step in my blood and air through my lungs;

The scent of green leaves and dry leaves, and

the shore, and the dark color of the sea rocks and

the hay in the loft;

Sound mumbled the words of my voice, words

thrown to the wind swirls,

A soft kisses, a few hugs, a belt of

arms;

The play of light and shadows among the trees when

the breeze swings;

The delightful solitude, and in the busy street, and

in the vastness of the fields and hillsides of

mountains;

The feeling of health, under the full moon trills, the

song my finding myself waking up in bed

with the sun.

Have you ever told a thousand acres? Do not you figured that

whole earth was much?

Have you spent so much time learning to read?

Did you feel proud to unravel the meaning of

poems?

Stop this day and night with me and reach the

origin of all poems;

possess what is good for the earth and sun (there are still

million soles);

not take more things from a second or third

hand, do not look through the eyes of death,

not you feed to the spectra of the books;

I do not want you to look through my eyes, nor

receive things from me

Listen to the voices from all sides and screened

that until you arrive.

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