Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sins Punished By Death In The Bible
one to remember ...
.... and that is, only the dead are cold, between I love you and forget you.
The rivers froze more than ever, the storm was to present, did not know how, I never knew ...
slipped from his lips the words found, is escuhaba herself as a child fleeing for comfort, that image was seen as vague .... longing, wishing, suffering ... pain and injury.
solitude was called that night.
It was fleeing in search of a little company, a color, a shadow, a hope, a star deformed smile on the face of the Lord of heaven and crows as witnesses. The huge rocks in the water, the breeze of your fingers ... the alleyway where he had gone.
The silence screaming all that I had never said .. the "I love you", the "I miss you", the "I hate you" and "I regret" embedded in quel wishes he had lost heart, shadows and memories about that subtly posing knives to annihilate the words: hope, faith.
My throat screams.
-Understands that keeps beating ... you can still feel blood running through his veins, who has not snowed yet in that body heat, fire, explosion of your senses are not dead. And is that because he said he would never give his name .. - Only the dead are cold. So get up girl mia triggers nostalgia and frees the spirit ... that the past is just that .. gone .. Intangibles points, memories, nonsense ... that no matter how, to stop being the ever ... abandons the real name christening the night in your eyes.
Take your body. shake and if you need to forget everything, even my name, do it. But pity the love of my life: be happy.
Take your body. shake and if you need to forget everything, even my name, do it. But pity the love of my life: be happy.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
How Much Does A Man Ejaculate
dead ....
"Vos who sos to me? ... In what have we become? ... What has made us the time? Puppets
target and victims of our attempts.
I remember in your hands, your hands and your hands being born, I remember you in my legs, my legs .... and that is to your legs my body has been created.
We have denied both these destinations, we have called a thousand names cursing and sighing, longing for the glorious moments we spent with the embracing bodies, their souls and electricity delivered through each pore, each portion of this space and find ... .
We have denied the errors, we have omitted many things, a thousand questions thousand responses scary question and answer because torment that past in which we let go without letting go of the Dever, where we parted knowing we would return sooner or later.
victim
I love you so, so intense, so pit ... to feel mine every time I touch you, every time I dive into your mouth, in your chest, on your lips. I realize many things, when between the pace of your screams we become an energy pump operates, a riddle of fate that leads me to believe, to cry, to feel that with the simple fact of seeing your eyes, touching your hand, to appoint the 6 letters of your name ... to know as always, forever and from the depths of my soul,
I love you.
target and victims of our attempts.
I remember in your hands, your hands and your hands being born, I remember you in my legs, my legs .... and that is to your legs my body has been created.
We have denied both these destinations, we have called a thousand names cursing and sighing, longing for the glorious moments we spent with the embracing bodies, their souls and electricity delivered through each pore, each portion of this space and find ... .
We have denied the errors, we have omitted many things, a thousand questions thousand responses scary question and answer because torment that past in which we let go without letting go of the Dever, where we parted knowing we would return sooner or later.
victim
I love you so, so intense, so pit ... to feel mine every time I touch you, every time I dive into your mouth, in your chest, on your lips. I realize many things, when between the pace of your screams we become an energy pump operates, a riddle of fate that leads me to believe, to cry, to feel that with the simple fact of seeing your eyes, touching your hand, to appoint the 6 letters of your name ... to know as always, forever and from the depths of my soul,
I love you.
2004 Chevy Silverado Ss For Sale
ephemeral existence This coward who becomes a when carried away by the tide in which we live, how frightening it is sometimes feeling helpless and without a future, how frustrating it is unable to make all this stuff inside and that hinders us to banish it entirely from our body. All that I have 
ce can not be.
ce can not be. ascend, low run, walk, breathe, and I realize that sometimes forget how beautiful it is to breathe , cry, river, wake up, exploded, and a girl abandoned in the subway with a lost look thinner because of that have made him inhale and no more dreams than eat that day, I return to this reality, I forget of the tragic and at the same time keep it in my memory as a pending task to be completed; remember Kant and I wonder the same thing over and over again
How can freedom in a given world
necessarily causation?
The abbe and I actually started this fight almost dogmatic of my senses. Reason, sensitivity, spirit, intelligence, suffer the consequences of wanting to tie two poles, I suffer the consequences of wanting to understand every action, every thought that entered my mind. Can not let things affect us, is it possible that idealism actually allow any thought to originate? Is it because thinking and not the consequence?
still and let the ideas flow, silent and just watch the world to me heels, world that moves so quickly that I sometimes feel that I can not and others see it too slow . But in the end almost always me understand that he has not learned to measure their steps , sometimes want to run both, you will occasionally want to analyze so much I stay at a slow pace.
Subject my soul with strength, I kiss your mouth slowly and assure you that if you look in the mirror to see - wonder of wonders , assure you that there is still an infinite wealth of the human soul , I remove the bandage that is placed in the eye to not run away from this world, I invite you to feel this fascination come from the observation that part of the universe that floor today, smell, feel, live, listen, I try, I breathe ... I invite you to turn around his own inner world and shake these fears that have been buried in the depths, I encourage you to rescue its essence, hold my hand and smile, smile, smile.
"Being one with all that lives and get back in a happy oblivion of himself."
be a happy oblivion of all that binds me to a world in which they have forgotten that human beings can exist without the constant reminder of how "different" that is to crave something-different- than the average longs to be a happy oblivion of those old resentments, of those old taboos, those hurtful worn phrases of that nonsense that seeks to injure the blood of the blood, the species of the species, race of the race, humanity.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
What Is Normal Hemoglobin3 Year Old
I Was Born To be a Bronze
I was born to love and to test and knowing you are mine, I was born to drink from your tongue, close your eyes to your hand and feel like never before: safe in your arms. You dune firm my steps that walk by your sand, sweet oasis filled me with life give up just when I thought the way; sculpture blessed that I can play, biting, kissing, love, feel, without fear of breaking.
I was born to love and to test and knowing you are mine, I was born to drink from your tongue, close your eyes to your hand and feel like never before: safe in your arms. You dune firm my steps that walk by your sand, sweet oasis filled me with life give up just when I thought the way; sculpture blessed that I can play, biting, kissing, love, feel, without fear of breaking. Bonfire of my fears and sorrows catastrophic, light of my eyes, confidant, lover, friend, wife, partner, I know you'll stay here with me, I know that I was born to wet your happiness, to excite a look and adore your every move.
I know that I was born never to leave you alone, to be that body in that lulls your dreams, to be that woman forever and more than ever, I love it.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Consumer Report For Shower Doors
Argentine Customs
While not properly applied the term, was more elegant for the title of this post.
Some time ago I've been driving idea is that humans must urgently idealize their existence to live.
do I mean by this to idealize their existence?? Well, I've noticed that every time I'm thinking and imagining things, most of my life. I imagine these things about my life, are usually "idealizations" of it.
You never imagine going out second, or not getting what he wanted. But it goes further. Even if we have what we want or have enough to be happy, nevertheless a human being can find something more "ideal." We never achieved.
On the one hand it may seem right, you could say "dreaming is free", yes, but free up to that point. You could also say that this "will never enough" is good but would be inconsistent and humanity had not acquired all the accomplishments to this day.
I've noticed that romanticize everything. People idealize, romanticize what we have, but even more what we have.
And let's see, what is the problem if that person is not ideal?? Does not cease to be a person, and maybe a great person, obviously not ideal, we know that human being is not perfect nor perfectible not lied to us. The continuously idealize people can not carry to lose its essence, what we truly are, for better or for worse it depends.
Why is it that we always need to idealize something? Why is it so difficult to accept reality as it is and how it is? It's so hard? It's so hard this life we \u200b\u200blive, do not think so. Then it must be something internal that leads us to do so. Or perhaps it is the human being which is by nature destined to live unhappy.
I think you have to make a clean with all this and would be good to learn to live enjoying what you have, when you have, and how they have and not waste so much time in looking for the famous fifth leg to the cat.
Ending a sentence of Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer:
"My happiness is that I appreciate what I have and do not wish to over what I have not. " 
While not properly applied the term, was more elegant for the title of this post.
Some time ago I've been driving idea is that humans must urgently idealize their existence to live.
do I mean by this to idealize their existence?? Well, I've noticed that every time I'm thinking and imagining things, most of my life. I imagine these things about my life, are usually "idealizations" of it.
You never imagine going out second, or not getting what he wanted. But it goes further. Even if we have what we want or have enough to be happy, nevertheless a human being can find something more "ideal." We never achieved.
On the one hand it may seem right, you could say "dreaming is free", yes, but free up to that point. You could also say that this "will never enough" is good but would be inconsistent and humanity had not acquired all the accomplishments to this day.
I've noticed that romanticize everything. People idealize, romanticize what we have, but even more what we have.
And let's see, what is the problem if that person is not ideal?? Does not cease to be a person, and maybe a great person, obviously not ideal, we know that human being is not perfect nor perfectible not lied to us. The continuously idealize people can not carry to lose its essence, what we truly are, for better or for worse it depends.
Why is it that we always need to idealize something? Why is it so difficult to accept reality as it is and how it is? It's so hard? It's so hard this life we \u200b\u200blive, do not think so. Then it must be something internal that leads us to do so. Or perhaps it is the human being which is by nature destined to live unhappy.
I think you have to make a clean with all this and would be good to learn to live enjoying what you have, when you have, and how they have and not waste so much time in looking for the famous fifth leg to the cat.
Ending a sentence of Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer:
"My happiness is that I appreciate what I have and do not wish to over what I have not. "
Friday, May 15, 2009
Free Bill Of Sale Manitoba
your lips Give me just today .. just tonight ...
need to feel .... bite .... caress .....
make this thing called love .....
need to feel .... bite .... caress .....
make this thing called love .....
Monday, May 11, 2009
Spiritual Wedding Messages
the sky was painted bronze, brass and so unlike anything ..... Those mornings
ash and American coffee in which I immersed myself in the dam and I became a follower. True to the menthol and the daily newspaper, the sites forced internet chats and always .. those mornings became routine, habit, anxiety off a spit, with hints of incipient verbiage hyperactivity and sleeplessness. It's so easy to stick to certain things when there is an excessive need to forget, to heal, to let things flow, time ....
I became a slave to the books and photography, radio, letters that can make you bleed to be so certain of which can give you a break when he was dying, the ones that touch your soul and raise you , take you, lead you to hidden places as breaking all barriers, all the paradigms of the world.
Life became a little slower, the clock stopped importing and music for weeks they fed me a bite no one, I lost count of the hours in which I promised not think you do not miss you and remember every inch of my life, in every corner of my worn universe. There was a great calm in my world of trivial distractions and occasionally a rush of laughter visiting my den, my stash of reality that was not ready to face and chose to cover with brown curtains and a good argument.
teased me so much, so many situations and consequences of my actions, I made fun of myself and a strange mixture of tears, laughter robbed me of consistency, this was perhaps the only way I could wash me bitterness that I accumulated in the belly and began to travel around the body ... I made fun of life, those fairy tales and happy endings that I had invented you, I felt so stupid, so naive.
Until one day, one of those mornings of ash and American coffee came a tiny difference, a small light that began to flit through my head and realized that something had changed, it was time to switch off, closing doors my past and start this new journey that fills me with colors every day.
Bronze painted the sky this morning, is not all black and white .. I look so different from anything ..... Bronze
you.
ash and American coffee in which I immersed myself in the dam and I became a follower. True to the menthol and the daily newspaper, the sites forced internet chats and always .. those mornings became routine, habit, anxiety off a spit, with hints of incipient verbiage hyperactivity and sleeplessness. It's so easy to stick to certain things when there is an excessive need to forget, to heal, to let things flow, time ....
I became a slave to the books and photography, radio, letters that can make you bleed to be so certain of which can give you a break when he was dying, the ones that touch your soul and raise you , take you, lead you to hidden places as breaking all barriers, all the paradigms of the world.
Life became a little slower, the clock stopped importing and music for weeks they fed me a bite no one, I lost count of the hours in which I promised not think you do not miss you and remember every inch of my life, in every corner of my worn universe. There was a great calm in my world of trivial distractions and occasionally a rush of laughter visiting my den, my stash of reality that was not ready to face and chose to cover with brown curtains and a good argument.
teased me so much, so many situations and consequences of my actions, I made fun of myself and a strange mixture of tears, laughter robbed me of consistency, this was perhaps the only way I could wash me bitterness that I accumulated in the belly and began to travel around the body ... I made fun of life, those fairy tales and happy endings that I had invented you, I felt so stupid, so naive. Until one day, one of those mornings of ash and American coffee came a tiny difference, a small light that began to flit through my head and realized that something had changed, it was time to switch off, closing doors my past and start this new journey that fills me with colors every day.
Bronze painted the sky this morning, is not all black and white .. I look so different from anything ..... Bronze
you.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Male Masterbation Maste
The shock Doctrine Can not sleep tonight
This is simply a vergonería!
This is simply a vergonería!
The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein
(to buy the book!)
...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Congratualtions Pregnancy
An eternity rings on top of her roof, promising, embracing, looks fascinating you almost conquest, is half of the night and although I am not I seek, I feel my lungs while breathing, a few stars adorn the moon solemnly shelters within it an infinity of dreams and promises.
hear the sound of the wind, hear the silence as always faithfully lulls my ears, do not get many things right now, everything seems so small that my sight is lost in nothingness, where everything takes on another meaning.
The non-world in the latter could be the perfect place to rest your life and dreams, I have no doubt that the scale of things can never really be seen if it is under scrutiny and contrast of a hole black, where everything turns a fluorescent color dazzles where you can see things in all its glory, with all its forms and without distorting shadows.
The night lights have always seemed the perfect place to let go of my thoughts: cool, bold, daring and malevolent, that "evil" that dictates the holy cross and the Bible shouting in streets and trucks potatoes, and ruffians who swear have been saved. The church overlooks the corner between the trees, the whisper gold letters:
- "I'm not here, and or I am your Mother? "
a dog barks, breaks the silence while running across the street, looking for food in garbage bags and smelly rotten seeks his bed under the wagon dirty and old, his black fur it covers the cold numbs the skin and burning cheeks, have found the place in which we now sleep the rest of the night, barking again but this time with a different tone.
In the opposite corner I I gather it come to his companion, almost her brother. The dirty clothes, matted black hair, broken shoes, staring. seems to be the human incarnation of that dog lie down together .. between board and a bag of rags, I hear the old saying a prayer while watching from afar the cross next to the bell.
It crosses, gives a pat on the back of your dog.
"Thank God, today we sleep"
Thursday, February 5, 2009
What Will Have Value In 200 Years
idealization
creatures of habit, if you can call in any way, we all are. This is something that a few weeks ago I walked crossing the cabeza.No doubt that many of the activities we do daily habit, but I came a couple of questions on this subject. First, who guide the customs to follow? and custom patterned even when we can decide not take them as their own? what degree of complication exists in this?
First things first, I think the customs are guidelines according to the different groups we belong. A wider group is the society that belong, then the family, a group of friends, family, etc. I also believe that there may be ways for each individual patterned itself, which may then become accepted by the rest of society. An example of this can be a family on Sundays, too bad that evil is an accepted practice by most of society, although we know that family was first put into practice today is a practice embedded in our society.
Well, now the issue is that it generates in an individual to disobey, or rather not carry out these acts as customs ruled. If we missed a Sunday family lunch, it is likely that we will not generate anything. But if we miss two months, there if you can generate a kind of vacuum or strange feeling that something is missing, which I believe can be simply reduced or eliminated when viewed quietly. Eye on what I point to this is to the satisfaction or feelings that we generate the family relationships can be edited or deleted, I point to a custom event.
This would take a bit to relationships, I see people around me who practically can not live your life if your partner is not the point that just come out of a relationship decide to go elsewhere because they know not to live your life differently . As the other side, more and more people living their lives alone by choice or by chance. This
wanted to take that while the customs are part of our society and we leaned on our behavior, should not be something imposed but something that has accepted our previous analysis. A good exercise is to see ways we carry out today and why, and then replanteárnoslas.
To close two sentences, the first French writer and politician Montesquieu, and the second of Mark Twain
writer and journalist - Most states have fallen by the moral depravity that the violation of the laws.
- Nothing needs reform as much a foreign custom. 
creatures of habit, if you can call in any way, we all are. This is something that a few weeks ago I walked crossing the cabeza.No doubt that many of the activities we do daily habit, but I came a couple of questions on this subject. First, who guide the customs to follow? and custom patterned even when we can decide not take them as their own? what degree of complication exists in this?
First things first, I think the customs are guidelines according to the different groups we belong. A wider group is the society that belong, then the family, a group of friends, family, etc. I also believe that there may be ways for each individual patterned itself, which may then become accepted by the rest of society. An example of this can be a family on Sundays, too bad that evil is an accepted practice by most of society, although we know that family was first put into practice today is a practice embedded in our society.
Well, now the issue is that it generates in an individual to disobey, or rather not carry out these acts as customs ruled. If we missed a Sunday family lunch, it is likely that we will not generate anything. But if we miss two months, there if you can generate a kind of vacuum or strange feeling that something is missing, which I believe can be simply reduced or eliminated when viewed quietly. Eye on what I point to this is to the satisfaction or feelings that we generate the family relationships can be edited or deleted, I point to a custom event.
This would take a bit to relationships, I see people around me who practically can not live your life if your partner is not the point that just come out of a relationship decide to go elsewhere because they know not to live your life differently . As the other side, more and more people living their lives alone by choice or by chance. This
wanted to take that while the customs are part of our society and we leaned on our behavior, should not be something imposed but something that has accepted our previous analysis. A good exercise is to see ways we carry out today and why, and then replanteárnoslas.
To close two sentences, the first French writer and politician Montesquieu, and the second of Mark Twain
writer and journalist - Most states have fallen by the moral depravity that the violation of the laws.
- Nothing needs reform as much a foreign custom.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Suction Cups For Tiles
My reflection
Today I saw the mirror and I lost the 1st kilos, aging 10 years, I came out wrinkles, truths sprang from my lips and my hair looked like a sea tale, and lime moon between pieces of desert, my eyes vanished in a blink of time, skip and I realized I had eaten knees ankles ... bones. 
Today I saw the mirror and I lost the 1st kilos, aging 10 years, I came out wrinkles, truths sprang from my lips and my hair looked like a sea tale, and lime moon between pieces of desert, my eyes vanished in a blink of time, skip and I realized I had eaten knees ankles ... bones. Wrap my hands, ate, I made a knot so hard to squeeze so much I'm almost there, I licked, I bit, blood, cry tubs and tubs of dried mud, I broke, broke, I broke down and only ashes remained of what I was for some time ... I observe ... I faced the mirror, my eyes informers, to my sadness behind and the spirit of heaviness that Nietzsche hated as much as the fans of God, Our Father ... I broke, broke, I died ..... .... crumbles reborn.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Resume For A Clothes Store
1
"They are so beautiful, so profound and so clean, you would like a bath in them."
(Victor Marie Hugo)
iris .... dive in, swim in the pool of her pupils, disarm them and put them together like a jigsaw discover yourself and know all that not even you know, find the location of each piece and feel the texture of the mystery that surrounds them, seize them as the hunter seizes its prey, love, worship in love and miss you.
....
Saturday, January 17, 2009
How Much Horse Power Does A Ford 351m Make
I lived! Nacer
Sos pump misery and contradictions, there is no doubt that my existence had never been the same without your eyes tan that went out like a mystery of those, that mankind does not understand, does not include and left in oblivion. You're the smile as a guide dog accompanying my memories are the bait, the bite and sniff the trail of those paths we tread in those unaware of the word suffering, pain.
You know that our environment was a light for the blind legs to the lame, fresh air in this desert of black asphalt that you condemn me.
You say so many things!
You say you find paradise on other legs, in other mouths, far from your peculiar smell, in your arms I sleep cooed and soothed my nightmares premature. You say that soon the spring and will not need your presence more, that you're not for me! That the stars, moons, and this myth called destination left us poles apart on different continents, I deep in the ocean, and you in the Everest peak seeking a ride to the sky.
But ... Perhaps you wonder, how many minutes you have left to my existence?
Do you know what will be the last time you see me laugh, the last word you say to this body that expire every day little by little?
Weird things you say so! .. sometimes failed to contain the anger and impotence mourn me "you know you're ripping me a piece of the body? , "I'll never be the same?, That you exile me to a world where everything is tinged in gray without colors in your body! Vos
you so much me tonight ... and yet the only thing my spirit cries out for you is this: I lived
! ... I laughed! .... you who can, you that know how to do without me ...
lived! 
Sos pump misery and contradictions, there is no doubt that my existence had never been the same without your eyes tan that went out like a mystery of those, that mankind does not understand, does not include and left in oblivion. You're the smile as a guide dog accompanying my memories are the bait, the bite and sniff the trail of those paths we tread in those unaware of the word suffering, pain.
You know that our environment was a light for the blind legs to the lame, fresh air in this desert of black asphalt that you condemn me.
You say so many things!
You say you find paradise on other legs, in other mouths, far from your peculiar smell, in your arms I sleep cooed and soothed my nightmares premature. You say that soon the spring and will not need your presence more, that you're not for me! That the stars, moons, and this myth called destination left us poles apart on different continents, I deep in the ocean, and you in the Everest peak seeking a ride to the sky.
But ... Perhaps you wonder, how many minutes you have left to my existence?
Do you know what will be the last time you see me laugh, the last word you say to this body that expire every day little by little?
Weird things you say so! .. sometimes failed to contain the anger and impotence mourn me "you know you're ripping me a piece of the body? , "I'll never be the same?, That you exile me to a world where everything is tinged in gray without colors in your body! Vos
you so much me tonight ... and yet the only thing my spirit cries out for you is this: I lived
! ... I laughed! .... you who can, you that know how to do without me ...
lived!
..
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