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
Lost Hdfc Visa Receipt
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
Best Fish Tank Store Chennai
(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.
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