I dismounted trying to find in one of your corners, and now can not remember as your pieces fit ... without me ...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Dutchman Travel Trailer For Sale
Deconstructing "Menu of the day you
I dismounted trying to find in one of your corners, and now can not remember as your pieces fit ... without me ...
I dismounted trying to find in one of your corners, and now can not remember as your pieces fit ... without me ...
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sample Request For Donation Letter To The Church
How difficult is to guess when we do not understand the signals, perhaps relocate the map upside , or menu is not expected ... Learn to enjoy travel and wine.
And start again.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Escape From Guantanamo Bay Bottomless Scene
Dream Weaver
The dream weaver weaving left for health reasons.
Just knitting night, people did not learn to dream of the day. And light is mingled yarn, made knots of time and never ended, incomplete dream one night, and another ... 
The dream weaver weaving left for health reasons.
Just knitting night, people did not learn to dream of the day. And light is mingled yarn, made knots of time and never ended, incomplete dream one night, and another ...
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Watch I Still Dream Of Jeannie
Comet Music
keep you tied to my balcony,
do not go away with the wind ...
always compare you to a kite,
but I never had any to learn to fly. I
knots in my hand to your mouth
to
to not forget ...
to
do not leak
to not forget ...
Monday, May 2, 2011
Thing To Put In Your Shoes To Make You Taller
He played alone for anyone to remember that no one knew the songs ... so you will not reproach clutter sheet music, cello dust escape from almost all the notes in his notebook of sadness ...
He played one so that no one broke the silence, his soul, from song to song ...
To not share the time being ...
No one taught you can never stop time if you play together, share the purpose, principles,
... and fly ...
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Does Vegeta Love Trunks
Hanging Painted Birds
always travel in the same car, the gray-colored emptiness, the void of emotions. Time you surround yourself stuck, trapping tie voices of ink without feathers to fly. I see every morning, the same face, that smile that filled half moons and eclipses now sunsets.
always travel in the same car, the gray-colored emptiness, the void of emotions. Time you surround yourself stuck, trapping tie voices of ink without feathers to fly. I see every morning, the same face, that smile that filled half moons and eclipses now sunsets.
Meanwhile, once again, the doors closed. I keep hanging on Metro stop where you'll never lose
Monday, April 25, 2011
Actresses At Harold And Kumar Bottomless Party
Candles
dream when you close your eyes and does not exist, only you.
feel the need to yell that you're free ... your voice goes so far that does not bounce and pushes you back, but is eternal, taking you with it at the most within your being.
fears are extinguished and the hands look for life.
Each candle is a step that invites to fly, not inventing a way, a lighthouse waiting for your light ...
Friday, April 22, 2011
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THE GRANDFATHER.
He never said a word higher than another. If tranquility and peace, can attain human form, would be a man of ninety one tall, bald from the age of twenty ducats to smell and had worked all his life as a gardener. Grandpa was always a kind natured. One of those creatures with charisma, able to boot a smile where there was nothing. In fine sense of humor, soft-spoken and soothing voice.
was known throughout the town. There was only found in three places if you looking for: O was in the field, or heading to the bar of retirees, or the bank that had the face of urbanization, philosophizing about life with Ramon's grandfather and that of rattles. Always a listener, not a talkative fellow. He listened, and when everyone finished speaking, he said. Launched a fragrance line with black snuff, and that going to church. Was always right. No gesturing, did not need to rely on gestures to convey his words you trust. Security was in person. He gave the peace of mind being that is back of everything. I knew when it would rain, when it ended. If the spring is going to slow down, and if the birds were going to eat the fruits of the field. Controlled like no other state in the moon, if it was to see whether or not the Little Dipper, and knew when to speak and when to shut up. Silences never said much. He always wore
white shirt, brown pants and blue sandals. From his mouth hung a stick forever. He rode on the back of "deer" (the name by which named his ramshackle bike), and had a barely used R 14, and that lasted a lifetime. As a child, my favorite car was always "the blue car's grandfather."
always had a ham just begun when he received the grandchildren, and it was impossible to stand before him. Waking up when I woke up grandfather was always there, sitting with his ducats against the half dozen cupcakes and your chocolate milk ready. We had a heifer when the people were the holidays, it took the fireworks, we went down pool and forced us to get that huge bubble of cork that kept us afloat. Could be a hundred degrees, that the grandfather or put your swimsuit or bathing. He sat in the shade and we watched in silence.
was glorious night in which the whole family out to dinner because there was a commitment, and grandfather volunteered to stay with me and take care of me. It was a type-safe and must have thought that was a breeze to care for her grandson for a night, and when my parents came for dinner, they found the quiet man, being totally defeated unchanged lying on the bed with a kid jumping over him shouting from the winds "I do not sleep, I want to be mazinger z". The grandfather jumped up when he discovered that the whole family had seen the picture and laughed, and tried to downplay the issue splitting hairs with the sense of humor.
Today, Grandpa still has the same look on the outside. Continues to measure a nineties, still maintains the same sense of humor and has become a warrior. A warrior who fights every day against a huge monster called "Alzheimer's", which has become a child of ninety years. A child who will win the battle against this terrible monster 3 or 4 times a day, and for a few seconds can remember the names of their grandchildren, and those evenings ducats pool and sitting in the shade.
He never said a word higher than another. If tranquility and peace, can attain human form, would be a man of ninety one tall, bald from the age of twenty ducats to smell and had worked all his life as a gardener. Grandpa was always a kind natured. One of those creatures with charisma, able to boot a smile where there was nothing. In fine sense of humor, soft-spoken and soothing voice.
was known throughout the town. There was only found in three places if you looking for: O was in the field, or heading to the bar of retirees, or the bank that had the face of urbanization, philosophizing about life with Ramon's grandfather and that of rattles. Always a listener, not a talkative fellow. He listened, and when everyone finished speaking, he said. Launched a fragrance line with black snuff, and that going to church. Was always right. No gesturing, did not need to rely on gestures to convey his words you trust. Security was in person. He gave the peace of mind being that is back of everything. I knew when it would rain, when it ended. If the spring is going to slow down, and if the birds were going to eat the fruits of the field. Controlled like no other state in the moon, if it was to see whether or not the Little Dipper, and knew when to speak and when to shut up. Silences never said much. He always wore
white shirt, brown pants and blue sandals. From his mouth hung a stick forever. He rode on the back of "deer" (the name by which named his ramshackle bike), and had a barely used R 14, and that lasted a lifetime. As a child, my favorite car was always "the blue car's grandfather."
always had a ham just begun when he received the grandchildren, and it was impossible to stand before him. Waking up when I woke up grandfather was always there, sitting with his ducats against the half dozen cupcakes and your chocolate milk ready. We had a heifer when the people were the holidays, it took the fireworks, we went down pool and forced us to get that huge bubble of cork that kept us afloat. Could be a hundred degrees, that the grandfather or put your swimsuit or bathing. He sat in the shade and we watched in silence.
was glorious night in which the whole family out to dinner because there was a commitment, and grandfather volunteered to stay with me and take care of me. It was a type-safe and must have thought that was a breeze to care for her grandson for a night, and when my parents came for dinner, they found the quiet man, being totally defeated unchanged lying on the bed with a kid jumping over him shouting from the winds "I do not sleep, I want to be mazinger z". The grandfather jumped up when he discovered that the whole family had seen the picture and laughed, and tried to downplay the issue splitting hairs with the sense of humor.
Today, Grandpa still has the same look on the outside. Continues to measure a nineties, still maintains the same sense of humor and has become a warrior. A warrior who fights every day against a huge monster called "Alzheimer's", which has become a child of ninety years. A child who will win the battle against this terrible monster 3 or 4 times a day, and for a few seconds can remember the names of their grandchildren, and those evenings ducats pool and sitting in the shade.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Diy Transparency Adaptor
Every Man for Himself.
Another year Easter is planted here like an elephant entering a china shop. Another year will do a terrible time. Curiously, it seems that the sky the same thing happens to me, that when approaching the smell of incense, the agony of Christ's face, and the endless legion of his confreres, it upsets your stomach with as much passion, both penitent faith .... so if excessive faith. At Easter always cold or raining. Whether you are delayed a month. It's a week sad. Horrid. I spoke last year of this, and my great fear of those figures. I do not see art, I see no meaning to the whole shebang is mounted around this strange devotion. I fail to understand. But if respect. And I also ask that this whole legion of brothers, and fans of this week, understand that there are people who do not like the circus.
This Easter is a peculiarity about the others. Maku will be one of these brothers of pointed cap, drum around his neck and dark eyes who will walk the streets of Zaragoza. I have the guts over the face. I was totally out of position the person I love most, and I share every second of my life, part of one of the things that terrify me of this world. "The Easter Circus." And do not say this in a contemptuous tone, is something that takes me from an early age. Confreres, and religious figures have staged the most horrifying nightmares of my childhood, and persecutions that I have burned into my skin. There are people who can not Belén Esteban, or Christmas or your birthday, or cat hair, or clowns, I can not stand this time, I feel panic.
I would love to fly away. To the beach. A mountain. To the moon. But the draft of the Treasury, and the sudden call from my wife I have anchored here. Finally, we will take the best we can. Holy Week has come gentlemen / as....Sálvese who can
Another year Easter is planted here like an elephant entering a china shop. Another year will do a terrible time. Curiously, it seems that the sky the same thing happens to me, that when approaching the smell of incense, the agony of Christ's face, and the endless legion of his confreres, it upsets your stomach with as much passion, both penitent faith .... so if excessive faith. At Easter always cold or raining. Whether you are delayed a month. It's a week sad. Horrid. I spoke last year of this, and my great fear of those figures. I do not see art, I see no meaning to the whole shebang is mounted around this strange devotion. I fail to understand. But if respect. And I also ask that this whole legion of brothers, and fans of this week, understand that there are people who do not like the circus.
This Easter is a peculiarity about the others. Maku will be one of these brothers of pointed cap, drum around his neck and dark eyes who will walk the streets of Zaragoza. I have the guts over the face. I was totally out of position the person I love most, and I share every second of my life, part of one of the things that terrify me of this world. "The Easter Circus." And do not say this in a contemptuous tone, is something that takes me from an early age. Confreres, and religious figures have staged the most horrifying nightmares of my childhood, and persecutions that I have burned into my skin. There are people who can not Belén Esteban, or Christmas or your birthday, or cat hair, or clowns, I can not stand this time, I feel panic.
I would love to fly away. To the beach. A mountain. To the moon. But the draft of the Treasury, and the sudden call from my wife I have anchored here. Finally, we will take the best we can. Holy Week has come gentlemen / as....Sálvese who can
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tree Restaurant Blueprint
confused, forgot hold the remains of my broken heart in a pocket. have already been taken to remedy my forgetfulness l birds I forgot ... 
Monday, April 11, 2011
Pokemon Silver Sprite Digites
THE MYTH OF FRIENDSHIP. OUR
Have you ever stopped to think about the friends you have?, I mean this guy to stay to make reeds once a month, or that other person calling you every three months of duty, or the legion of strangers who adorn your "facebook friends". I mean real friends, people who would give anything to see you laugh, to help you. Friends that leave the skin when you raise your voice for the pain. That search your howling wolf at night .... painful you probably count on one hand, and is more than likely to get about half of the fingers.
I spent my youth preaching to the four winds, that love could not be comparable to friendship. That love was an expiration date, and that was something eternal friendship, which only goes off when your life is extinguished. That time my head was full of birds. The friend who saw the gang least because of his girlfriend turned into a true wimp, and the focus of all the jokes. I do not think I had those problems. So I went. I based my life on four stupid ideas about friendship, and I ended up sitting on the precipice of failure.
fondly remember the friends from school, and the street. Never mix, was curious. I remember asking Do you how many friends do you have?, And always said "At school or on the street?. And frankly, at that time my friends do not fit or joining the fingers and toes. The cole were dashed when the Institute came into our lives. And the street held up well done to adulthood, good something else. The best memories I have them stored there in the street. And I never tire of saying that the friends you have eleven, you will not ever.
Over time, brides, or the creation of different bonds, either in college or high school, you have to create other gangs, and those carrying tadpoles half life stuck with you, begin to frequent other places, and raisins to see seven days a week, to see seven times a month, and parentheses are becoming larger and larger until there is only nostalgia.
and still get people into your life. And the time you enter the gambling dens of the girls. Meetings on Saturday about a half dozen bottles, under the moonlight on the banks of the Ebro and the drinks make toast the friendship. And once again feel that friends are the essence of your life. And plan on the first vacation to the beach, and swear "eternal love" this handful of wonderful people you appreciate, and even come to idolize you because your personality is the host and do the jerk better than none. I leave the skin on her tears turn into smiles, to protect them while riding the typical drunken mess ..... and suddenly one day, you get ill and that telephone ring every Thursday to plan on Saturday, stop sounding . Not a call or a visit or a slight sign of concern over three weeks ago he was your friend .... and your disease becomes longer and longer, and still alone, watching the moon from your room. Saw the same moon as I swore "eternal love" around the half-dozen bottles. Finish assimilating you've lost time, and that the course you have to take is not that. And love gives you a hug and forgive you all what you said about him. I sweeten the day, and life returns to be pink. Life has given you a host, but love gives you a chance.
Leaving the room, my life began to change suddenly. I met the woman of my life, I left my old room and started to live by and for me. Destroyed the myth of friendship. I broke the locks that was pressing my head and I flew, I flew too high. My old life sat on that bench where so many stories I wrote, where so many times I had to sew her heart shattered, where the solitude of that year I could not see the road. And I finally saw the light, and understood better than ever where it was go.
Have you ever stopped to think about the friends you have?, I mean this guy to stay to make reeds once a month, or that other person calling you every three months of duty, or the legion of strangers who adorn your "facebook friends". I mean real friends, people who would give anything to see you laugh, to help you. Friends that leave the skin when you raise your voice for the pain. That search your howling wolf at night .... painful you probably count on one hand, and is more than likely to get about half of the fingers.
I spent my youth preaching to the four winds, that love could not be comparable to friendship. That love was an expiration date, and that was something eternal friendship, which only goes off when your life is extinguished. That time my head was full of birds. The friend who saw the gang least because of his girlfriend turned into a true wimp, and the focus of all the jokes. I do not think I had those problems. So I went. I based my life on four stupid ideas about friendship, and I ended up sitting on the precipice of failure.
fondly remember the friends from school, and the street. Never mix, was curious. I remember asking Do you how many friends do you have?, And always said "At school or on the street?. And frankly, at that time my friends do not fit or joining the fingers and toes. The cole were dashed when the Institute came into our lives. And the street held up well done to adulthood, good something else. The best memories I have them stored there in the street. And I never tire of saying that the friends you have eleven, you will not ever.
Over time, brides, or the creation of different bonds, either in college or high school, you have to create other gangs, and those carrying tadpoles half life stuck with you, begin to frequent other places, and raisins to see seven days a week, to see seven times a month, and parentheses are becoming larger and larger until there is only nostalgia.
and still get people into your life. And the time you enter the gambling dens of the girls. Meetings on Saturday about a half dozen bottles, under the moonlight on the banks of the Ebro and the drinks make toast the friendship. And once again feel that friends are the essence of your life. And plan on the first vacation to the beach, and swear "eternal love" this handful of wonderful people you appreciate, and even come to idolize you because your personality is the host and do the jerk better than none. I leave the skin on her tears turn into smiles, to protect them while riding the typical drunken mess ..... and suddenly one day, you get ill and that telephone ring every Thursday to plan on Saturday, stop sounding . Not a call or a visit or a slight sign of concern over three weeks ago he was your friend .... and your disease becomes longer and longer, and still alone, watching the moon from your room. Saw the same moon as I swore "eternal love" around the half-dozen bottles. Finish assimilating you've lost time, and that the course you have to take is not that. And love gives you a hug and forgive you all what you said about him. I sweeten the day, and life returns to be pink. Life has given you a host, but love gives you a chance.
Leaving the room, my life began to change suddenly. I met the woman of my life, I left my old room and started to live by and for me. Destroyed the myth of friendship. I broke the locks that was pressing my head and I flew, I flew too high. My old life sat on that bench where so many stories I wrote, where so many times I had to sew her heart shattered, where the solitude of that year I could not see the road. And I finally saw the light, and understood better than ever where it was go.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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(BRIEF) TV appearances. INTERVIEW FOR TELE
As I promised. So here I leave our brief but intense appearance on television. The interview lasted about half an hour, but you see what is left after the cut.
I think it's pretty clear who calls the shots at home.
We see it as one of those programs where children come out talking about adult things. We only need the gallifante.
As I promised. So here I leave our brief but intense appearance on television. The interview lasted about half an hour, but you see what is left after the cut.
I think it's pretty clear who calls the shots at home.
We see it as one of those programs where children come out talking about adult things. We only need the gallifante.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Cursing Gay Spots In Bangalore
forgotten dream EMOTIONS
OPENING EXHIBITION "EMOTIONS" MONDAY APRIL 11, 2011, 18:30 pm, Chapel Hall, City of Pozuelo de Alarcon, MADRID Free. Visits to the April 20, 2011. Emotions returns to Madrid. My butterflies are still flying ... 
OPENING EXHIBITION "EMOTIONS" MONDAY APRIL 11, 2011, 18:30 pm, Chapel Hall, City of Pozuelo de Alarcon, MADRID Free. Visits to the April 20, 2011. Emotions returns to Madrid. My butterflies are still flying ... Sunday, April 3, 2011
By Country Average Breast Size
Wednesday, when I got home after work, where we always hoped Maku, on the sofa where I find it every afternoon at about five and a half staring at the TV.
- How was your day?
"As always. Another shake nerves, stress, .... as usual.
- Do you have any plans for tomorrow? - That question was actually an "I've planned something for tomorrow."
"I had thought about doing anything special. Well, if not windy as I run.
"Tomorrow we do an interview on TV at half past six .- A cold water. A bucket of ice cubes.
- What ?....
-What if, tomorrow we will go to the office of Wendy (our wedding planner), and the antenna will Aragón. We will be interviewed to assemble a report being prepared on wedding yesterday and today.
the conversation ended there. Faced with this huge smile and enthusiasm could not do anything. So next day we were interviewed. The program is called "Without going too far" and will air on Tuesday morning at about 11-odd in Antena Aragon. If you want you are welcome / as to him.
It was a really fun experience.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Amc Cookware Price List 2011
dream of flying unicorns and clouds that do not know mourn. With street lights that turn on headlights and save the world from shipwrecks.
You
clouds while you trim old scraps of fabric, paint unicorns with your brushes, and you put bulbs in all lamps that are not wrecked my dreams ...
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
What Is The Effect Of Honeymoon Tea
color
NOTE: "I leave a trail of beat colors, if you choose to find me. I do not get very far, I have a broken heart, and you know that I was never good seamstress. But I will not stop walking ... pockets full of brushes for no heartbeat is blank, to paint a smile and hug when the storm fade. And you know I never liked the umbrella. " 
NOTE: "I leave a trail of beat colors, if you choose to find me. I do not get very far, I have a broken heart, and you know that I was never good seamstress. But I will not stop walking ... pockets full of brushes for no heartbeat is blank, to paint a smile and hug when the storm fade. And you know I never liked the umbrella. " Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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Odd Beats Arena
After plucking daisies hundreds of thousands of pairs, concluded that had the wrong garden. He took out a pocket map restless eyes and a heart full of hope, looking odd garden daisies.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Yamaha Salvage Yard How Much? 2005 Yamaha R1?
Filling gaps
give away your sand a thousand watches trying to deceive the time, aho ra your restless wave do not see the shore. Clueless the lighthouse without replacement bulb, waiting for the keeper . The keeper lost the traces back in time on your watch sand.
sea Scared old fisherman waiting to tell a story.
Fisherman lost at the time of the clock sand ...
sand gives him an empty a clock without time empty the sand with your hands ... and fill it time lived ...
Salon Sales Agreement
A GREAT WEEKEND.
The sun was tired of working and re-hiding behind the clouds. The breeze without it is ice cream. We decided to go eat something. The streets come alive. The sun plays out and hide. We do with a salad and croquettes at a local takeaway and eat near the port. We settled on the stairs that descend directly into the water. A guy runs his business from the mobile phone. Three young surfers looking skid on their bikes trying to show off before a group of girls. A boat sails out to sea in search of a better life (or so I imagine). We think also "sail" the way home. The clouds have returned to take over the sky, and we have almost three hours on the way home.
I get in the car with a handful of smiles falling from my pockets, despite the time, I enjoyed as a child of "my friend" the sea. I felt my thanks to the beach we off-season, and would recommend a trip to anyone who needs some peace.
weekend seeps through the rearview mirror. Maku's hand caress. Happiness filled my body drop by drop. Weekends like this make life larger.
The murmur of the sea touches lightly on the other side of the window. A while ago I put aside my dreams, and I preferred to look like Maku grips with force to the last three minutes, that will make the alarm sounds. I open the curtains wide. I expected to see a blinding sunlight, tremendous heat stroke hit me full in the face. But all I found was a gray sky, which have escaped the clouds and the blue color. Trust ye never ask the weather man, let alone the internet sites where you predict the weather.
After a long shower we went down to breakfast. The hotel "Rovira is a good place to stay. The treatment is extremely familiar, and is beachfront. Milk, juice, a mini ham spread with tomato and danone ... A great breakfast. The huge aquarium fish decorating the room, stick to the glass to say goodbye.
The beach is completely deserted. Maku, waves and me. It is best to visit the sea out of season. No hassles of people seeking a place to stick the umbrella. No need to try to make the same picture a thousand times because you get into the frame 10 or 11 people who do not know anything.
not every day a beach is completely at his feet. Occasionally, crosses in front of us any athlete jogging, or people without more, requires the newfound embrace of the sea spring. My body is totally relaxed. Finally I find what I came for, my drink of peace. Completely disconnected from the routine. When cutting the long-sleeved winter. Maku still looking for his drink of sun. We are duty. We take to shoot some photos. I was barefoot, I feel free. A sailboat crosses the horizon. Cuesta distinguish where the sea ends and where the sky begins.
hunger comes in waves. The apple mid morning we have burned long ago. We get rid of any sand, and headed to the boardwalk in search of a place to eat. Cambrils back to life. The terraces begin to fill with people. The waiters approach us so we can eat at the restaurant, we finally decided on the least we insisted. Overwhelm me I can not stand to let in to eat at one place or another. Looking at the sky without success a little sun. Find the light in the eyes of Maku. He's happy, it could touch the sky just to raise my hand to see her like that. The waitress, a very nice French, we serve the food. I decide to chicken salad, and golden. To our right two guiris a tiny taste paella. From the back of the restaurant the smell of fresh prawns griddled puts us long teeth. I'm hungry.
Return to the hotel to rest. The coast consumes energy depletes you, relaxes you so much that seems to relocate here for weeks. After falling prey to a brief slumber, we approach the new arena. We strolled through the port. We dream of one day live aboard one of the yachts that grace the stop. I love to live in the sea. It is a dream that lives in me forever.
ended up in the shopping area, and finally retired my old portfolio.
The night wins gradually Saturday. Village streets are once again deserted. We return to the restaurant. The huge aquarium is unmoved. Fish play to get from one place to another glass. Two lobsters with rubber bands on their claws, we nailed the look. They're horrible. The body asks us soup. We called sepia. Salad. A straw. Why did you eat at this hotel. We miss
elevator up to our room. The room is rather small. Old air. Restored old furniture that do not hit anything with the plasma television. On the other side of the window on Sunday promises sun. Prisoners fall sleep with the time change on hand.
SUNDAY.
Eight-fifteen. Yesterday at this time was seven-fifteen. Today evenings later. Sunday does not fulfill its promise. Cloudy dawn again. After breakfast, we left the hotel, and left the suitcase in the car. Suddenly the sun's rays begin to caress her back. The sky bluish gray, and a legion endless clouds warns us that the sun will be hanging up there very quickly. We crossed the avenue and took the opportunity to take a walk along the shore and sit down to admire the grandeur of the sea. My body will take no more than six months without stepping on the sand. It is vital to me as breathing. I have the luck to have married a person who loves the beach almost as much, or more than me. I'm leaving myself accompanying my eyes to the horizontal line marks the beginning of heaven. Here problems are easier to solve, it seems less severe. The breeze smells of freedom. Smells like "everything will be fine." A woman well on in years seems to think what I leaning on his cane. Maku smiles with his eyes closed, sighing to the sky thanks for this blast of heat. Two dogs chasing each other under the watchful eyes of a child who is learning to take their first steps. The beach is full of past, present and future.
The sun was tired of working and re-hiding behind the clouds. The breeze without it is ice cream. We decided to go eat something. The streets come alive. The sun plays out and hide. We do with a salad and croquettes at a local takeaway and eat near the port. We settled on the stairs that descend directly into the water. A guy runs his business from the mobile phone. Three young surfers looking skid on their bikes trying to show off before a group of girls. A boat sails out to sea in search of a better life (or so I imagine). We think also "sail" the way home. The clouds have returned to take over the sky, and we have almost three hours on the way home.
I get in the car with a handful of smiles falling from my pockets, despite the time, I enjoyed as a child of "my friend" the sea. I felt my thanks to the beach we off-season, and would recommend a trip to anyone who needs some peace.
weekend seeps through the rearview mirror. Maku's hand caress. Happiness filled my body drop by drop. Weekends like this make life larger.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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PROBLEM WITH THE BLOG.
Hi folks. I have a problem with the blog, from one time to this part will not let me upload more than one picture on the tickets. And I have three hours to climb three or four pictures, and no way. Is it just my blogger or you happen to anyone else? I look Awaiting your help, if you can clear. Thank you very much in advance. 
Hi folks. I have a problem with the blog, from one time to this part will not let me upload more than one picture on the tickets. And I have three hours to climb three or four pictures, and no way. Is it just my blogger or you happen to anyone else? I look Awaiting your help, if you can clear. Thank you very much in advance.
Friday, March 25, 2011
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trying to draw a new heart and spilled ink faded scribbles time ... that simulate long fingers looking for the blue sky. Now I have to learn to live without a heart and a hole in your size embedded between the ribs.
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