Friday, January 25, 2008

Motorcycle Thermo Suit







l E shiny bird shudders to sustain such a prolonged clash with the thick wall cloud that stretches along the route. The tremendous rush brought to my awareness of the fragility of my life and the cocoon precious metals, polymers and fibers that surrounds me. For now you must keep the same altitude so as not to affect the heavy traffic, then we can add several thousand feet to the ground distance between the twin and the souls who cross in this limbo amorphous.


The wind crushes the little drops of rain against the transparency of this device overwhelmed, forcing them to spread under the enormous pressure, is put to work the other wipers, visibility would still equal zero.
find the time to open finally arrives, the roof has been gray and rainy back, and the lovely view of the vast blue, looks out from the confines of my soul a sublime feeling and thinking that accompanies it is inevitable: Why do tend to forget that over the layer surrounding stormy life so often, invariably opens a clear sky, endowed with extraordinary beauty?


soon be initiated the descent will be entering again this chaotic space, the survival instinct I replayed her notorious pranks, his cold sweat copiously, think hard on the people I love and I will give thanks to God because there are always storms like this that have the power so deliciously wonderful spice to the most insignificant life.


Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Street Price Xanax Bars

OPEN LADY D'ARBENVILLE



What I heard and how often? Never mind, I want to hear again, "On the radio" Dona Summer, that is the song sounded in the Christmas of 80, 00:05 am the exact moment that changed me, not him that I had understood it-but by wealth. I hear it again and I feel nothing, no pain or sadness, just the memory of which, fortunately, never came to be. "The Windy City" and rent a small apartment were left without us, what choice ... But our dreams? ... Where would our dreams?

The news cheered me at any time, however I must confess, my friend, that when I heard, I felt like I heard once again "On the radio", without any pain or sadness. Surely mine it was just a whim, used to say ... But you, my "Lady D'arbenville" ** What was yours?

On your grave, distance, forgiveness, forgetfulness and a flower.


** Lady D'arbenville is a song by Cat Stevens have taken the title for this post.