Sunday, November 20, 2005
Mapouka Internet Freetv
are many planets have to align for someone like her notice you. So do not waste another minute wondering how you got to want to know, or how long till you see can have thousands of guys better than you. But now think about it, think about today, this, alomejor you like and likes you, the end of the it is the last thing you got to lose
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They would life making and unmaking the bed ...
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
I Am Lost In Mt. Coronet Sorry for the sadness
a. We have a hidden ace up its sleeve, we have nostalgia, piety, insolence, Fellini nuns, priests Berlanga, poisoning, hangover, perfume, violence. We have a ceiling with books and kisses, we have the curiosity, jealousy, blood, mist we stuck to the bones, we have the luxury of not being hungry. We have no funds Achilles heels, Sunday clothes, no flag, summer clouds, wars of Macondo, mushrooms in November of spring fever. Bowers, magazines, hallways, guns, importing, sorry to always love you, Atleti fans, gangsters Coppola, Veronica and fourth Curro Romero. More than one hundred words, over a hundred reasons not to cut a gash veins, over a hundred pupils where to see us live, more than a hundred lies worth. TeNemos evil of melancholy, thirst and anger, noise and nuts, we have the water twice a day, the holy miracle of the loaves and fishes. We lolitas, we gallants, Lennon and McCartney, Gardel and Le Pera, have horoscopes, Bibles, Korans, boulevards on the moon, virgin wax. We dreamed shipwrecks on the beaches of islands with no name, no law, no routine, we have injuries, we medals, laurel of glory, crown of thorns. More than one hundred words, over a hundred reasons not to cut a gash veins, over a hundred pupils where to see us live, more than a hundred lies worth. We whims, inflatable dolls, fallen angels, sailing boats, poor exquisite, rich miserable, Tooth Fairy, toothache. We have projects that sand withered, they did not commit perfect crimes, pictures of brides who forgot us, and a soul on offer that never sold. We have poets, hung, scoundrels, Quixote and Sancho, Babel and Sodom, grandparents who always won battles, paths that never led to Rome. More than one hundred words, over a hundred reasons not to cut a gash veins, over a hundred pupils where to see us live, more than a hundred lies worth.
we should have all the human beings at home, hanging on our refrigerator door, is a love song that came with the pretext to convince a very dear person, Joaquin toying with the idea that suicide , that had lots of reasons not to, and at the same time, tll were lies, "Joaquin Sabina; Pardon
sadly never hurts to hear them
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