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!!

continue

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

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.