Friday, October 29, 2010

Long Headscissors Chokeout

Segunda fase: El final

Mal, not knowing what to say in front of the disappointed, there are no excuses for me, guilt was mine for not knowing how to control these urges to do things right in the end, everything went wrong. The worst game of futsal in a long time, the worst mismatch bookmark us with that framework. Imagine this day to write something different, where the desire and perhaps some luck was stronger, but it was not, a lesson that has to be learned, preparation above all if you want to win. "Revenge? If the will, but will not be beaten. Each day will be an informal retaliation that would fill that void of that fatal Thursday, pity that is the only way in which the final the following year.
wait ...

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uniformly accelerated motion [In other words] are the rivers Visions of Fall

times of change are coming. Time to sink into the ground and in the dark, to awaken renewed with the sunrise. What are you going? What is left? What will I be reborn into the light?


RIVERS ARE We

time. We
the famous parable of Heraclitus the Obscure. We
water, not the hard diamond, which is lost
, not resting. We

the river and we are that greek that looks
on the River. His reflection
change in the water of changing mirror,
in the crystal that changes like fire. We are the vain

predetermined river,
due to its sea. The shadows have surrounded him.
All we said goodbye, everything goes away.

Memory does not stamp its currency.
And yet there is something that stays
and yet there is something to complain.

Jorge Luis Borges

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

How Long Pleurisy Last

PRONTO: MASOQUISMO NO PREMEDITADO (creando)


I'm very happy, poor little, will be two years with you. Looking at that wall of my room where you wrote, your love for me. Something short but your eyes told me he was at heart, many days together, the two were leaving on time running, walking, playing, kissing, fucking who pass in front, was great ...
PS: I hope soon to finish this mini-history is not easy to create a story and stay on it long enough to finish writing it. advancement For now, it will be a paradox with great tenderness of a sincere love and a tragic awakening.

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grew up in a dry land of bushes and shrubs, rare trees and evergreens. Guess that's why I find few things more beautiful than the mountains, green and ocher, beginning this fall.
The rain forest, and the increasingly narrow fence fog. The lights, shadows, colors ... rarely have the opportunity to be in place at the right time to appreciate at its best, but when it happens, is an unforgettable gift.










Photos taken in Puerto de Herrera (Spain), Oct. 11.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Buy Pureed Food Molds

TALVEZ PARA EL AMOR, HOY ES TARDE


still remember that friend distracted, Enrique Herrera and his girlfriend, my love in silence since school days, Isabel. Took nearly two years together, did I? Always close to her, was her best friend until today. It was September, and I found out that something was wrong came to my house unannounced, Isabel was crying, told me that he had beaten, Why, What happened?, "I saw a bruise on her arm crazy! I'll get to that idiot, No! Let him stay with me please. We talked all night sitting on the couch beside her, but she was not happy, Isabel was not. After a week everything was fine, I was chosen to the team the UNTECS soccer, she entered a dance and saw only the smile. During those days I decided it was not easy, His love is not for me, the best is that she is happy. Final exams are approaching and I accept that my uncle went to live with him. My exams start tomorrow and today is the birthday of Elizabeth, I do not know if I should go, he walked toward his house and I still have not decided, needed a block, until you arrive, you notice pain to get it but try to conceal. I said quietly, I do not want to intrude, always forgive him, his heart is with him. It was too late and the party ended, I left but I embrace, red eyes and tears in my chest, I felt their grief, Henry had been unfaithful, was not the first time. Isabel asked time to think things through and it was. It has been almost two months, I live with my uncle, she still wants to enrich but considers it only a memory. Now I notice different is another in his life and it seems that slowly enters your heart. Christmas time is near, go home, recalling the story taking the bus, was enriched in, approached me and commented, you know something about Isabel? I was an idiot, now how important it was for me, if only I had an opportunity, assess. I saw remorse in his eyes. I had to lose so I said goodbye, he suddenly exalted and said: This at the bus stop!, low, low sir!, I love you Elizabeth, forgive me I was an idiot, I promise I'll change, I miss you very much, I love you. She said Enrique loves you very much but things have changed. Please stay away from me, I feel enriched. I approached, she took my hand and we left. Not turned around, she did not, I love her and she to me. Days later, it's Christmas, I did not see that friend distracted, I hope this good away from Isabel.
PS: THIS IS WRITING CONTEST IN THE FIRST FLOWER UNIVERSITY GAMES
... Just go among the 10 finalists next year will be Chezz xD

Saturday, October 23, 2010

South Park On Iphone Stream

JUEVES 21, TODO CHEVERE!

What would I? Was great! a day so full of straw and blows. Earlier this week everything was a mess, not knowing where to play, was to choose between two groups of friends, all being equal, people you reach in time there appeared a lot. It was not easy but I really think more weight q, the knowledge that can not be left to some friends who hope and dream come to an end but there are many barriers. Not the best team, we are unprepared, never trained, only one thing beats, want to do something that previously could be done, it may be so, hopefully, I can furnishes like everyone. Days before it was hard to predict what would be different to what I had thought, would be nothing unusual, but came good day, all played against a team from the collector of the van that I gave my back to the fuckin destadisca laboratory practice, WTF! I remember we went in a hurry, ready to play, daring the destination but it was nothing, a walk over us beating. It was all over, is just my dream of becoming a goal and scream their lungs. I think good of all, despite trying to draw a smile that felt distaste s ... mareee me kito!!

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Things To Write To Sister





Everyone

love without fear I love you whisper in his ear giving knickknacks


smelling
heart walk hand in hand a foot from the ground
display their passion scream


They lick fire tears of pain Break gently

mediocrity

dreams dance pieces is impeccable

pluck Empty Stack

flip bricks for a new home

think

wonderful green utopias caress the skin is dead skin
new
moan no fault

Atan their rolls with wire
words
is showing up removing

barter truth defects

breathe peacefully watching sunrises in the chest
Draw


night stars in the hours were torn apart

Borran the marks of time chasing happiness

you and me Less

Friday, October 15, 2010

Best Hairspray For Teasing Hair

Mi Chus-poesia no es igual. WTF!

I have a dagger in my thinking, a problem in my heart that never ceases to stop, write something not for pleasure but for the contest, damn spoiled my poetry prize "bad joke" not the same, write by the sea and create love stories where the author or that I'm watching the world go by in a fantasy novel.

I have a knife that twists my thinking, I'm not that scribbler who travels for a prize dreams, no stories on me for that reason, I apologize to the person who dreams and believe me I'm the best.
Inside I wish I could control more than my restless heart of "Autistic" aimlessly.

I have a dagger in the soul, it is difficult explain, phrases and verses are not just a matter of love, is a play on fears and fantasies that are summarized in these words today are not the same, I promised to write thinking of you, for wanting, in wonder, love, for you. So I feel you try to win that game floral.

How Long Does Pleurisy Last? 2010

No debiste saber, que te amaba


Weekend that brings distant memories, I do not think of anything, I forget. Every day is a nostalgia that wants to come back to life, in an attempt stuns love someone that suffered problems?, I have them, nobody knows and not know what I am like this for you, ignoring tears spring up in protest, why did you think with your heart?, poor my decision. Friday sober, restless night and bitter memories, no doubt that "best" can not be, perfect for writing, try to forget someone I lost, moments that happened in plotting sheets, where at last I can see, I was wrong , were not for me. Much time together, playing at being masters of the world, laughing at life and problems, you were the one supplement that is blurred by friendship, together, morning and evening walking without knowing where to go, fun in between. Maybe I'm wrong, I should not see this relationship, just friends we should be and now there anything, those times together were canceled, and today neither you nor I know we think. I understood that there would be more to learn that on Friday you had to go, Cuzco a good place to start again without me. Maybe I should not, I should shut up, now you're not here like an idiot thinking. What will you do, I thought? I do not know, since that gloomy Monday all was slow, and does not ring my phone and my door you're not ready to walk, to remember everything I can only say
should not have to know .. . I loved you.
PS: This idea came from a friend, Greetings from Peru.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Disney Light Up Bed Canopy

And this is not conformity, is actually

"I do not want a love civilized
J . Sabina

I want a love idyll.
If you can not be idyllic, I want it to film.
If there are movie lovers, it is like in fairy tales.
If not there, then I want a love of soap opera.
If not soap opera that is one written by me. If the pen
I can see, I truly love. If fantasy
already out of fashion, it better be dreaming.
If dreams are just dreams, then I want a love poetry. And
but even a spontaneous love that comes without warning.
But now I want when I want it.