walks slowly, do not rush, that where you have to get it yourself.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Ticklish Female Celeberties
Letter to April
I
Amado April:
as Sabina not ask this time, who stole the month of April? No, nobody has won this time, only the circumstances, the uneasiness, the infinite love of mine, my mother, sister, all who are my blood and pass and have gone through life in recent times make me forget that we are in April. A tsunami has come without stopping, destroying, and these arms to swim against the current, tratan, como Moisés (ilusa de mi) dividir el mar en dos, para poder pasar indemne de las tormentas que también, viven en mí.
No, no preguntaré nada sobre mi amado Abril, sólo sé que llueve desde antes de mi día, sólo sé que el veintitrés, es un día sin tartas, sin algarabías de festejos, sin la ilusión de otros años en celebrar el menos o el más, del calendario que inexorable pasa, cada vez a mayor velocidad.
Se respira en casa , el ¡ay de los dolores!, a la vez que la vejez de la mayor y hasta la mía, devasta en los males que van surgiendo de a poco y sin remedio.
No , mi amado Abril, esta vez , nadie te borró de mi, sólo pasas, sin esa ilusión que me hacía festejar, aunque fuera a solas, el hecho de seguir respirando , despertando cada mañana, asombrándome por el canto de las aves que escucho a pesar del concreto, de la bulla que ensordece, de las máquinas que todo lo construyen para destruir lo primigenio de la naturaleza de esta tierra, que cada vez se rebela aún más en los desmanes que le infringe el hombre.
No, nadie me ha robado este año el mes de Abril.
And as you came, the fourth month of the year, I receive despite the sadness that overwhelms me, the concerns of not knowing, not even today, because today is twenty-three, I can with clear eyes looking over after a decade marked by omens and the absurd, though in my face, always will be, emblazoned with a smile, in the spell of all evil.
I can not say goodbye ... see me birth.
.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
How Much Will A K&n Filter Add To Insurance
For you, for you
Because it was you who made the first listen and it will always remind me of you. With subtitles, so that when I listen, remember the lyrics, you know that I was not very good at English, Clonch! Or for you to serve as a musical antidote Pachangueros these days. Do you understand me?:)
Because it was you who made the first listen and it will always remind me of you. With subtitles, so that when I listen, remember the lyrics, you know that I was not very good at English, Clonch! Or for you to serve as a musical antidote Pachangueros these days. Do you understand me?:)
Treatment For Human Demodex
Bernard Shaw - The Mrs. Warren's Profession
People always blames their circumstances for what they are. I do not believe in circumstances. The people who do well in life is people who go looking for the circumstances they want and if not found, they are made, they are manufactured.
People always blames their circumstances for what they are. I do not believe in circumstances. The people who do well in life is people who go looking for the circumstances they want and if not found, they are made, they are manufactured.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
American Crew Products Toronto
Viaggiare in Italy
Today is 78 days, the days I was lacking for my trip to Italy (a few entries back I showed you my new case).
And today awaited moment has arrived so I can only say arrivederci!
promise lots of pictures back:)
xoxo
Monday, April 11, 2011
Celebi In Silver Without Gameshark
A heap - Wislawa Szymborska
I am who I am. Chance
inconceivable as all accidents.
Other ancestors might have been mine and I would have left
another nest, or I would have dragged
scaly
from under a tree. In the locker room
nature
many costumes.
spider suit, gull, monte mouse.
Each, as tailored,
meekly takes until it becomes strips.
I too have chosen
but I'm not complaining. I coulda been somebody
much less individual. Part of a bank
fish, an ant, a swarm particle landscape
shaken by the wind.
Someone far less happy,
bred for a fur coat or a table
Christmas
something moving under a microscope glass.
tree nailed to the ground,
the approaching fire. Grass
rolled by the run of incomprehensible events.
A
star kind of bad for some shine.
What if people awaken fear, disgust or just
,
or just compassion?
And if he was born in the tribe
not due
and roads closed to me?
Destiny, until now,
has been kind to me.
Could not having been given
remember good times.
I was able to have deprived
the tendency to compare.
inconceivable as all accidents.
Other ancestors might have been mine and I would have left
another nest, or I would have dragged
scaly
from under a tree. In the locker room
nature
many costumes.
spider suit, gull, monte mouse.
Each, as tailored,
meekly takes until it becomes strips.
I too have chosen
but I'm not complaining. I coulda been somebody
much less individual. Part of a bank
fish, an ant, a swarm particle landscape
shaken by the wind.
Someone far less happy,
bred for a fur coat or a table
Christmas
something moving under a microscope glass.
tree nailed to the ground,
the approaching fire. Grass
rolled by the run of incomprehensible events.
A
star kind of bad for some shine.
What if people awaken fear, disgust or just
,
or just compassion?
And if he was born in the tribe
not due
and roads closed to me?
Destiny, until now,
has been kind to me.
Could not having been given
remember good times.
I was able to have deprived
the tendency to compare.
could have been me, but without that surprised me, which would have meant
be someone completely different.
be someone completely different.
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