Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
A Biopsy For Ovarian Cyst
Ulises, El Quijote, Bilbo Baggins, Dune, Hyperion ... and hiperreciente version, the boy Into the wild. Travel initiation to illustrate the idea that travel is not just the destination but the journey.
But I am saying this short. Apolline and Marcelo today spoke of many things. I call them by name, despite being prominent academics, professors of the Sorbonne and have enviable resumes, because they offered us their ideas about the re-enchantment as a chat between friends a swinging of spirituality and optimism that renewed our mind and heart.
propose the initiation journey as a first step into the unknown, accepting death to many things and valuing the flourish of the rootstock to be weaving while everything goes. Elapsed
not just happen, but also spend here and now, in the "eternal moment" that lets the archetype we can build if they want. Encourage
trip. And
also encouraged cheerfully clashing with the other, to touch, feel, felt immensely to another part of me but universal.
Something is between us and awakens us. As newborns involves us in a tender embrace. The Winter comes with blankets, tea comes with cinnamon and honey.
Any journey can begin now. Any time is good to tighten their belts.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Desbloquear Alcatel Crystal
Travel todoasí
A vague habit of looking up just like that because they do not have to pay only the sky and we have prepared the surprise of the century all spherical clouds and feelings of woe! cold wind and some rain and not get wet under the canvas roof to go if it rains then the floor is all ours is ours in this Friday so Saturday and full of plans that do not know when to do but we like waiting for the divers Watch a winter wool speck there on the floor the floor the floor looking back at us down and never too late to back up but in the meantime ...
while I like the clouds that nobody RAGALA.
yum!
while I like the clouds that nobody RAGALA.
yum!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Pro-start Replacement
something that moves the leaves
something that moves the sand
imagined behind the waves. Humid landscapes
traveled so deep moist
hours of such finishes as camouflage
of syllables night.
sleepless
hand hand foot foot toe with
hand with fingers that are crossed and we absorbed slowly caress
waiting in the rain and wet also fear
up soon now.
(save one for the morning, yeah. Save a beautiful song for the morning, babe)
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hair Style For A Indian Reception
Now
"Happiness is always something that happened or that will come"
"Happiness is always something that happened or that will come"
Dialogues with a metal man
- What is it you're looking for?
- I do not know, I think I like the unfortunate. Happy people get bored or I think uninteresting.
- to save them. You and your hobby ... But their happiness does not always have to do with it.
- I know, I think I learned the lesson.
- Do you remember the mothers' doctors?
- Yes, a sign that it was not they who were to be saved.
- Exactly.
- Well, but I broke that streak.
- Maybe, but not for the unfortunate.
And the night sounds like ... (Because what is done when there are no tracks and all you do is absolutely nothing)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Does It Hurt To Have The Mirena Taken Out
Unhappy In Memoriam
I saw there, about five m saying goodbye, which guide the master of ceremonies for the rare silence. Outside the niche
closed, face tilted slightly and the fingers of his right hand on the side of the nose, the eye level. I'm not sure if he cried. My head was absurdly busy trying to send telepathic messages, shouts of encouragement, fondling.
He said goodbye to her and only her. When he had finished straightened his head and turned away from the people. Passed me as if we were in sync, I went quietly to meet him, he walked around the torso with my arms and continued walking together, without stopping to the foot of a staircase.
It is so we know our inner code of silence that there was no need for anything more.
People went, were the necessary.
In my memory the image of the child seen saying goodbye to his mother.
He was also the wake of the moving farewell from the suspension in time and gas that floats the question no one dares to ask it. We will never know who really loved her or if someone really wanted.
Anyway, this is In Memoriam.
I saw there, about five m saying goodbye, which guide the master of ceremonies for the rare silence. Outside the niche
closed, face tilted slightly and the fingers of his right hand on the side of the nose, the eye level. I'm not sure if he cried. My head was absurdly busy trying to send telepathic messages, shouts of encouragement, fondling.
He said goodbye to her and only her. When he had finished straightened his head and turned away from the people. Passed me as if we were in sync, I went quietly to meet him, he walked around the torso with my arms and continued walking together, without stopping to the foot of a staircase.
It is so we know our inner code of silence that there was no need for anything more.
People went, were the necessary.
In my memory the image of the child seen saying goodbye to his mother.
He was also the wake of the moving farewell from the suspension in time and gas that floats the question no one dares to ask it. We will never know who really loved her or if someone really wanted.
Anyway, this is In Memoriam.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Explain Different Type Of Business Agreement
useless data Slightly
One of the many games that had tacit girl with my dad was to collect useless data. The game includes different categories, ranging from casual to the second invention to achieve a feat, whom nobody remembers, dazed by the former.
taste for collecting useless data or that do not change significantly the perception of events or things, has haunted me forever. Thus, in several impromptu tours of the city, I usually tell things foreigners know about tiny details of streets, buildings or sites.
I think at a time should make a kind of anthology of useless data I have collected over the years.
With all this going for the other day I thought my days as a series of events that I wanted to tell but do not represent anything special or interesting to anyone. Nonsense that after finishing the day appeared in my mind as sharp photos of the day ended. I thought my game and my interest and I hope that there more people out there collecting useless data.
was so I decided to tell me I was early afternoon on the beach, warm and shoes, walking while listening to the soundtrack of the day, watching Pocitos ladies walking their dogs and watching the sea to forget that cars ran back there.
I thought about how far we will create something that brings, I felt the fear and turn the challenge of all may already be invented.
wrote two mails that should have sent for centuries and still I have one pending, someone must think me an irresponsible and non-performing that I've been busy away from the computer in a while.
I joined a long time people did not see. I enjoyed two or three chances. I walked at night for the neighborhood that never went long ago, I thought of staying on hold while returning home.
I got up early, I slept in the bus, I thought more than three times in the same person, I read about Gadamer, Lygia Clark and thought of several future projects.
I was lazy and cold, sleep, hunger, fear.
I felt insignificant and yet worthy of a book.
One of the many games that had tacit girl with my dad was to collect useless data. The game includes different categories, ranging from casual to the second invention to achieve a feat, whom nobody remembers, dazed by the former.
taste for collecting useless data or that do not change significantly the perception of events or things, has haunted me forever. Thus, in several impromptu tours of the city, I usually tell things foreigners know about tiny details of streets, buildings or sites.
I think at a time should make a kind of anthology of useless data I have collected over the years.
With all this going for the other day I thought my days as a series of events that I wanted to tell but do not represent anything special or interesting to anyone. Nonsense that after finishing the day appeared in my mind as sharp photos of the day ended. I thought my game and my interest and I hope that there more people out there collecting useless data.
was so I decided to tell me I was early afternoon on the beach, warm and shoes, walking while listening to the soundtrack of the day, watching Pocitos ladies walking their dogs and watching the sea to forget that cars ran back there.
I thought about how far we will create something that brings, I felt the fear and turn the challenge of all may already be invented.
wrote two mails that should have sent for centuries and still I have one pending, someone must think me an irresponsible and non-performing that I've been busy away from the computer in a while.
I joined a long time people did not see. I enjoyed two or three chances. I walked at night for the neighborhood that never went long ago, I thought of staying on hold while returning home.
I got up early, I slept in the bus, I thought more than three times in the same person, I read about Gadamer, Lygia Clark and thought of several future projects.
I was lazy and cold, sleep, hunger, fear.
I felt insignificant and yet worthy of a book.
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