Micromundo
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Hancocks Fabric Preferred Card
Your hand drawn transparencies in me as your lips disclose individual silence. Your tongue loose scribbles everywhere, with words than when they say, they feel. Your name is an echo that fills the rooms that the heart was desolate. Your eyes telling me that I know for some time. Your skin is the refuge, fear, cold. 're the flame that dazzles when everything is dark. We melted into the embrace of always, that in which the nose sank in the neck, and form a micro-world, for you and me.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The Zero Family Season 4 Release
The penalty in the tackle
Here's wounds, cracks, not stopped bleeding, hurting, when we are covering them with patches, some so small and ephemeral that fail to meet them. Other large and more consistent, who was determined to uproot us, to bleed.
Everything wobbles around when thinking pendula not find where to stick and stay sharp. Feeling that everything is useless. That the struggle in the fight die and the mind submitted to the heart, suffocating, until it feels. 
Here the problems never end, but muted. To pretend no longer, but as we say nothing, because if we look, we calan bones to consume.
Here's wounds, cracks, not stopped bleeding, hurting, when we are covering them with patches, some so small and ephemeral that fail to meet them. Other large and more consistent, who was determined to uproot us, to bleed.
Everything wobbles around when thinking pendula not find where to stick and stay sharp. Feeling that everything is useless. That the struggle in the fight die and the mind submitted to the heart, suffocating, until it feels.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
A Kid Pressing Boobs Of Women
Your face in the tea time (*)
I still think of you all the time, not to believe that is a lie that you left. Not to be waiting for you come this afternoon to have tea with me, chat with my dad on the news. That phone call to find out where I am, where I went. I know we were friends, who trusted in me. Always thinking of you, not only now they're not. I think that ultimately went unconditional. And want to see you again. And want to embrace today.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
2009 Costco Makeup Brushes
life to sing, play the box
So I'll always remember, as though charláramos of the soap in the afternoon, and laughed at some gossip, or something absurd. Because he was always laughing, I took your laughter. And the points of two needles that taught me, and the pullover the neck you did for me when I left, I cut pants. The sewing machine, you also like the round, I put music on and said "I love this Manu Chao." Rail travel to Mar del Plata, so you can go to the recital of the lice, the bags to play Tinenti, cloth ice water for fever. Your desire to take on the road, chicken rice, tea with milk, cookies Lincoln, apple cake richer, the avenue, the neckerchief sensitive to our throats, you name it has melody, phone features came to me. Eternally
thanks for the heroic act by two hands lay them down when we most need. I hold you forever, Grandma Val.
Where
escapes life when he is hiding.
Where
search for the word no longer appears,
eyes flutter no longer looking at who's talking in his ear. Where
fortitude saves yesterday was lively. Where
nonexistent voice bounces diminutive names me, silent.
Tear of my father that rubs me the soul, cutting, sharp.
search for the word no longer appears,
eyes flutter no longer looking at who's talking in his ear. Where
fortitude saves yesterday was lively. Where
nonexistent voice bounces diminutive names me, silent.
Tear of my father that rubs me the soul, cutting, sharp.
Where death walks of life and lets you step, to keep galloping.
So I'll always remember, as though charláramos of the soap in the afternoon, and laughed at some gossip, or something absurd. Because he was always laughing, I took your laughter. And the points of two needles that taught me, and the pullover the neck you did for me when I left, I cut pants. The sewing machine, you also like the round, I put music on and said "I love this Manu Chao." Rail travel to Mar del Plata, so you can go to the recital of the lice, the bags to play Tinenti, cloth ice water for fever. Your desire to take on the road, chicken rice, tea with milk, cookies Lincoln, apple cake richer, the avenue, the neckerchief sensitive to our throats, you name it has melody, phone features came to me. Eternally thanks for the heroic act by two hands lay them down when we most need. I hold you forever, Grandma Val.
Sabrinita .
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