Thursday, March 3, 2011

Jessie Andrews Free Stream

Teshuva

As will retrace a path that had never returns, and avoid consuming a candle whose wick reached the final. Like wanting to give to the poor every dish that tasted, and see a paradise that humanity has devastated his hand, like a hug wonder we are not going to receive, and feel regret. No no state of purity that you do to one side, when innocence was outraged. Take the silhouette of a man who stayed away, as the trains will not return to the station. Run deep memories of a time as the power destroyed, the attempt to run back is as impossible as in a dream where your feet can not be off the ground. It hurts a smile erased in the corner of the accused, beat his hands because his caresses were neglected. The past is a dark place, hanging in the chest, while longing for their golden years in the soul. A constant contradiction between sweet and sour sheltered by two hikers who loved without end, until there was no forgiveness of them reached, and its streets are stained a black color as hatred. And impotence is as big as the sun when not obscured by the moon shine, knowing that if they came together in an eclipse would achieve a blaze unknown. Like trying to fly without wings, the body can not leave her quiet, as the desire that is about to pop in and feel regret.

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