Antes que se cumpla el año
Drowned in my hands.
frantically began to absorb liquid from the cold
prostration of the shadow;
my hands drowned his existence. Dusk
hands,
went out the mandates of the end of a life, and I looked
eyes as I watched his eyes and his look-
was
in the depths of my being that
drowned as his being drowned in my hands
And the terrible strength that surrounded us,
and loneliness accidental drowning us
And the advent of all things drown into oblivion.
was too.
Let it be the year. I wait sitting
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Rent Indian Lenghatoronto
Extraño (tu voz)
Only one, and was, in dementia and the door, I saw, (and now). Is infinite silence.
is infinite silence, to tell of his voice tired, the lextalionis the world and your eye for an eye I do not know how it ends. One reason for life plus a strange feeling, and wet shoes ... one, two, three, waltz limits on second cheese on your skin and keeps unsafe.
There is a God and there, then the same is absurd. There is a silence, and not only infinite desires of falling into the hunger scathing insults. and fall and keep falling, and silence and continue to fall, at the edge of their skin, where the rivers, silence is kept infinite.
saw pain, shattered his skin, and lay buried, he decided not to wake, but the silence was infinite, caused by his smile, and moments, but the life ending, silence retorts and returns to life somewhat. After everything is absurd.
"Someone knows something that strange-
Only one, and was, in dementia and the door, I saw, (and now). Is infinite silence.
is infinite silence, to tell of his voice tired, the lextalionis the world and your eye for an eye I do not know how it ends. One reason for life plus a strange feeling, and wet shoes ... one, two, three, waltz limits on second cheese on your skin and keeps unsafe.
There is a God and there, then the same is absurd. There is a silence, and not only infinite desires of falling into the hunger scathing insults. and fall and keep falling, and silence and continue to fall, at the edge of their skin, where the rivers, silence is kept infinite.
saw pain, shattered his skin, and lay buried, he decided not to wake, but the silence was infinite, caused by his smile, and moments, but the life ending, silence retorts and returns to life somewhat. After everything is absurd.
"Someone knows something that strange-
Monday, March 2, 2009
What Kind Of Flower Is In The Vw Bug
La Niebla...
It is not what is treasured, is what is forgotten.
not what is strange is what is burning.
not the footprints are the footprints.
not the fire is ash.
is not singing, is the most absolute silence.
not brightness, is blindness.
is not reality, is despair.
Not Luck, is the misfortune.
is not what is remembered is what is inside.
not commonplace, is the roughness.
Not what you love, is what is lost.
is not compassion is pity.
not what we think, quite the contrary.
It is not what is treasured, is what is forgotten.
not what is strange is what is burning.
not the footprints are the footprints.
not the fire is ash.
is not singing, is the most absolute silence.
not brightness, is blindness.
is not reality, is despair.
Not Luck, is the misfortune.
is not what is remembered is what is inside.
not commonplace, is the roughness.
Not what you love, is what is lost.
is not compassion is pity.
not what we think, quite the contrary.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Teachingsolutions.org Scam
By allowing the entry to the terrible dreams of hunger and despair only opens a new dimension of horror.
is elusive But the horror, the horror is hidden and there is nothing that can make you jump in the eyes of the surface of things. The flip side of the ongoing events that occur in space-time coordinates are in a somewhat terrifying, but men are accustomed to looking directly at them. But the horror is hidden and tempts them from the darkness that is caused by ignorance of their hunger.
and hidden hunger, and hunger gnaws, and hunger is not to be precise.
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