Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Does The Wwe Pay For Wrestlers Travel
a place (it) is instead
you the door,
the wind scatters the mist, the cloud
you stop watching because it is unlike any other,
a clear coat that protects you storm
but leaves you watch the rain.
're the quiet of the night and the first light of sun. A bridge
between our two worlds.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Uggs Ultra Short Vs Uggs Ultimate
forever is not forever You
The door opened. Aspects of the door, invited me to do with that careless and scornful of those who already know the ending.
Like a child who invents a strange barbaric game on ants, always capture that faint thrill of uncertainty with which those hidden every time my breaths.
There she turned on the light, the coat is on the couch, the doubts I let them out the door. The act of stroking for a moment the light is desperate, you know. Can not wait to see from afar my outstretched hand, the slow pace, daring, which retrace the old script does not betray the ticking of your silent rooms.
There is this ... we are alone in this corner of tempo rubato, and there's no beating horizon.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Map Of North East Usa
When your eyes digging into me, being able to tickle something deep inside, you are master of undress each veiled armor that I meticulously sewn on.
Knight unexplored lands, with delicate and graceful step, dance among the shards of distant echoes of past tears and smiles.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Difference Between Chenille And Velvet
No. 22.L 'other isola.Seconda and final part. Oceanic
The night has come and we are ready, me with my mask of death and magic, and they, the Walkers of the dark clothes for a ritual of preparing for war weapons on rafts and canoes, we start The journey is long, from the center of the forest rise purple souls of silence and follow us guide us in this travel, appear to many fireflies.
Walkers of the dark are very aggressive, I already feel the smell of blood, with my mask of death and magic, the sea is a table with ash, the air does not exist, rowing rowing after the voltage rises,
the surprises you in a hurry in the hands touch the weapons, the other island in the middle you see a glow, and a huge bonfire on the beach, maybe they're waiting, I laugh with my courage to the taste of a sinister fear, a form of death and magic.
On the south the other island rises a mist that covers the whole island in a few seconds, making it invisible, nonexistent, slow down and proceed with caution, the fog is going away, the souls of silence gives voice to our fear, lacks a little revenge, a form of death and magic.
The dawn has come, and we arrived, we descend from the boats, everything seems to have lived, we enter the forest, we decided to divide us, I feel strange sensations, something that does not convince my intuition, we move forward, and also Here the vegetation and thick, now a fog comes in and nothing is visible, no longer see the walkers of the dark, is total panic, I try to calm the men, the fog goes away, everything is like before, I have strong doubts about the success of this enterprise, a form of death and magic, I decide to stop and take me with 10 men and decide to return to the beach, others say to wait for our return.
get to the beach where we left the canoes and rafts, known to no longer be seen on the island of Zamoras, the point from where we started, the fear is a wild animal that comes into you without asking permission, let's go back from other men, on a particular right is no exception to my view, is the beach crab black
we enter the forest this is also because of the purple flowers, rising doubts, move forward and come to a point that I know well Round is the plain where the fairies lived and where I met the Goddess, and she brought me back to life, this is the purple and forest Island Zamoras.
Many mysteries are part of nature, and what happened is one of them, maybe a gap, a leap into hyperspace has revealed to us or catapult into nothingness, a journey with no beginning and no return, where everything is as before, with my mask of death and magic.
Walkers of the dark have become aware of what happened, without a round trip of no return.
Now we have to divide us but I tell them that I hope soon to meet again, with my mask of death and magic.
The ocean is in my blood and bubbles like a storm that does not find peace, and I'm going forward.
(I dedicate my text to the Goddess.)
The night has come and we are ready, me with my mask of death and magic, and they, the Walkers of the dark clothes for a ritual of preparing for war weapons on rafts and canoes, we start The journey is long, from the center of the forest rise purple souls of silence and follow us guide us in this travel, appear to many fireflies.
Walkers of the dark are very aggressive, I already feel the smell of blood, with my mask of death and magic, the sea is a table with ash, the air does not exist, rowing rowing after the voltage rises,
the surprises you in a hurry in the hands touch the weapons, the other island in the middle you see a glow, and a huge bonfire on the beach, maybe they're waiting, I laugh with my courage to the taste of a sinister fear, a form of death and magic.
On the south the other island rises a mist that covers the whole island in a few seconds, making it invisible, nonexistent, slow down and proceed with caution, the fog is going away, the souls of silence gives voice to our fear, lacks a little revenge, a form of death and magic.
The dawn has come, and we arrived, we descend from the boats, everything seems to have lived, we enter the forest, we decided to divide us, I feel strange sensations, something that does not convince my intuition, we move forward, and also Here the vegetation and thick, now a fog comes in and nothing is visible, no longer see the walkers of the dark, is total panic, I try to calm the men, the fog goes away, everything is like before, I have strong doubts about the success of this enterprise, a form of death and magic, I decide to stop and take me with 10 men and decide to return to the beach, others say to wait for our return.
get to the beach where we left the canoes and rafts, known to no longer be seen on the island of Zamoras, the point from where we started, the fear is a wild animal that comes into you without asking permission, let's go back from other men, on a particular right is no exception to my view, is the beach crab black
we enter the forest this is also because of the purple flowers, rising doubts, move forward and come to a point that I know well Round is the plain where the fairies lived and where I met the Goddess, and she brought me back to life, this is the purple and forest Island Zamoras.
Many mysteries are part of nature, and what happened is one of them, maybe a gap, a leap into hyperspace has revealed to us or catapult into nothingness, a journey with no beginning and no return, where everything is as before, with my mask of death and magic.
Walkers of the dark have become aware of what happened, without a round trip of no return.
Now we have to divide us but I tell them that I hope soon to meet again, with my mask of death and magic.
The ocean is in my blood and bubbles like a storm that does not find peace, and I'm going forward.
(I dedicate my text to the Goddess.)
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Yellow Facemasks For A Speed
No. 22.L 'isola.Prima other side.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and see a light next to me, is
a particular light has a milky hue, almost ghostly, is the
my soul back in his shell, inside of me.
Lost in the desert green and purple, I wander aimlessly,
in the company of my faithful friend, courage.
In the distance I hear the slow chant of people going to see,
are the walkers of the dark, I decide to meet them, but first I do something with the berries of a plant unknown to the terrestrial world I paint my face in their honor, is a form of death and magic.
Arrival at the camp with their arms to heaven in peace, they liked my painted face, a mask of death and magic, at this very moment they are doing a ritual, he explains their leader, a rite to fall into a trap near the island's inhabitants, the leader explains the reasons for the ritual, a month before a delegation of strange people had arrived on the island of Zamoras with strange machines that floated on the sea, took the women and children and took them away, now they were ready with the makeshift boats to go on the other island, for revenge and understanding, feeling and knowing the story their way, I can not ask if they need a hand, they are happy with my gesture, walkers are a dark people winning, and they complimented my makeup on the face, a form of death and magic, you just have to decide everything and go on the other island, the chief tells me he knows the history of Ikal and their purpose, is happy about this and tells me that I was able to give voice to the souls of silence, you hear the voices and souls roam free, and help those in need, with nothing in return, as a form of death and magic.
(Text dedicated to the Goddess Fairy.) 
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and see a light next to me, is
a particular light has a milky hue, almost ghostly, is the
my soul back in his shell, inside of me.
Lost in the desert green and purple, I wander aimlessly,
in the company of my faithful friend, courage.
In the distance I hear the slow chant of people going to see,
are the walkers of the dark, I decide to meet them, but first I do something with the berries of a plant unknown to the terrestrial world I paint my face in their honor, is a form of death and magic.
Arrival at the camp with their arms to heaven in peace, they liked my painted face, a mask of death and magic, at this very moment they are doing a ritual, he explains their leader, a rite to fall into a trap near the island's inhabitants, the leader explains the reasons for the ritual, a month before a delegation of strange people had arrived on the island of Zamoras with strange machines that floated on the sea, took the women and children and took them away, now they were ready with the makeshift boats to go on the other island, for revenge and understanding, feeling and knowing the story their way, I can not ask if they need a hand, they are happy with my gesture, walkers are a dark people winning, and they complimented my makeup on the face, a form of death and magic, you just have to decide everything and go on the other island, the chief tells me he knows the history of Ikal and their purpose, is happy about this and tells me that I was able to give voice to the souls of silence, you hear the voices and souls roam free, and help those in need, with nothing in return, as a form of death and magic.
(Text dedicated to the Goddess Fairy.)
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Send Me Enouncemyspeed
Hotel room No. 12.
And when you get like
aflame with your cravings.
Owned by the invisible form
extended into the corners of the room.
Body pale soft as velvet,
I'm lost inside your glow,
welcome my lips moist delicate
expert fingers.
As riders return from the long journey
feelings go up and penetrate the
our souls in union,
where everything has a beginning and an end.
Joy and gentle cleansing, beauty of the moon
receive my body with great
inspiration, the art of love is magic and illusion,
where everything is fading, brief moments
albeit intense, like a carousel ride.
Outside, the night inside you the sun,
a slow pace to upset the bodies
and now the room is full of light.
(Dedicated to: BCBM.) 
And when you get like
aflame with your cravings.
Owned by the invisible form
extended into the corners of the room.
Body pale soft as velvet,
I'm lost inside your glow,
welcome my lips moist delicate
expert fingers.
As riders return from the long journey
feelings go up and penetrate the
our souls in union,
where everything has a beginning and an end.
Joy and gentle cleansing, beauty of the moon
receive my body with great
inspiration, the art of love is magic and illusion,
where everything is fading, brief moments
albeit intense, like a carousel ride.
Outside, the night inside you the sun,
a slow pace to upset the bodies
and now the room is full of light.
(Dedicated to: BCBM.)
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