Damn! (A "Reverdie)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Diving Using A Hookah
"Oh April, your sweet return causes me more pain than I can express ..."
Helas Avril , Matteo da Perugia. Performed by the Huelgas Ensemble, directed by Paul Van Nevel.
Helas Avril when it reaches a promise is not fulfilled, will not comply, they knew, but it's hard to see that advances in April with its cadence of steps marked, its de-cadence whimsical bright days, primaverantes, clear-blue exultant in the retina, grass and flowers in the nose, liar, other days are treacherously cold, gray sea and shore time, with the melancholy wild surf. However, long time no see the sea, seems to lie: the beachfront is a reminder of other ages, when time and life are promising in their own way, as if nothing is happening like that happen, nothing happens nothing happens: it will come. Then in April found that damn, damn April, was Eliot, I swear, it was Perhaps Eliot who first alerted but were behind centuries of Western culture, centuries of romance and culture of the individual soul: April lovingly before politely cursed beautiful songs that sway like the waves when they are peaceful. And how many countless times since, each time has broken heart following the dictates of our conception of love, how often will have cursed April, only because it is cruel since Eliot said, just to be cruel, what more absurd idea but what a powerful, just for being cruel. And she read Eliot with application and love, and I thought: is the cruellest month April Is what usually happens. And he also knows April and cruelty, but did not believe so. That's why, when cursing something, she curses April, and in case of bad luck, the negligence of someone else, or oneself, to give their view on what you know you can not reach. She also heard cursing in April with a lament sung lament the lack of love itself pleased. Love is so selfish that even takes pleasure in his misfortune, but no, they are lovers who are so selfish, able to worship their misfortune, for burning in the embers of the fire itself, that is so nice when you look in the mirror. Oh, styling of consciousness.
And this April passed as all other months, faster than one account. And the rhythm of the days are related with the logic of the seasons. It will not be anything too bad. Once, only once ... the winter dormant feelings are awakened again-then-recognized traumatic love, mixing memory and desire , grieve for lost love, grieve, grieve ... rhythmically, as in music .
April Damn! April Damn!
And this April passed as all other months, faster than one account. And the rhythm of the days are related with the logic of the seasons. It will not be anything too bad. Once, only once ... the winter dormant feelings are awakened again-then-recognized traumatic love, mixing memory and desire , grieve for lost love, grieve, grieve ... rhythmically, as in music .
April Damn! April Damn!
Soul Silver Usa Patch
Today: beginning of what was never a dream. Âme
days ago I decided to take on new challenges and embark on something bigger than myself.
I decided to overcome my fear of boredom and begin writing a book ... If it seems a trifle, but for me is a world ... I am passionate about many things in my life, writing each other, but there are certain times that from reading my writing, I end by incorporating them into my reality, no longer seems so incredible and become accustomed to them, they lose their magic, their interest, all at one point I wanted to express.
hear "La Traviata" which premiered in 1853 in Vienna, written by Giuseppe Verdi, one of my favorite songs, it sounds a bit cliché. I heard that this opera was not as successful as hoped in the beginning, but eventually became the classic we all know, however, now takes a diferentente sense to me, today feels inspiring harmony. As always, I hear played by Lara Fabian and although it is the same recording, today is excellent shades ... Is it because today I know a little more freedom? ... A freedom to overcome fears and daring.
Here begins a legacy that seems like a dream but really never was.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Gabriella Hall Online
Red and black
At
poets like to talk about the blood, red: the womb that is broken, broken-in clots ... menstruating menstruating-hen-tion. I feel good, like other glass of alcohol and the whore in the mattress. They like to gauge how much pain and calculate the grams of ibuprofen needed to kill the pain, say the red stain helplessly absorbing compress or cap containing the tide. Leave me, go me, me ... red in the toilet.
("Dante", said the first time, with a mixture of horror and assumed normality - a premonition routine - I was very bookish)
do not know why they never talk about the most important. Before the red on black. The edge of existence.
(the poets we like to talk about the blood, red ... us feel good ... etc.)
poets like to talk about the blood, red: the womb that is broken, broken-in clots ... menstruating menstruating-hen-tion. I feel good, like other glass of alcohol and the whore in the mattress. They like to gauge how much pain and calculate the grams of ibuprofen needed to kill the pain, say the red stain helplessly absorbing compress or cap containing the tide. Leave me, go me, me ... red in the toilet.
("Dante", said the first time, with a mixture of horror and assumed normality - a premonition routine - I was very bookish)
do not know why they never talk about the most important. Before the red on black. The edge of existence.
(the poets we like to talk about the blood, red ... us feel good ... etc.)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Red Flower Pin England
liberté.
Each tap was about a fair setback, every step and every movement seemed to be unique in the world, its energy overflowing magic exuberant gestures generated a certain fragility to dance.
fandango the rhythm of her soul was becoming free, his feet never seemed touching the ground, some vibration in the ankles appeared from time to time, his knees were what gave support to her body, her firm thighs and hips fell majestic given before each line of music and were giving him an air of grandeur your body just provided. His belly was a separate issue ... Impetuously kept him tight, because from there the strangest feelings born from its womb sprang waves of uncontrollable passion, his body submerged in a deep trance, his belly was the storehouse of energy retained much she wanted to free the moment as his impatience and nervousness made him want to burst into a thousand pieces. His belly was the author of such this and impotence, which caused him pain that pleasure now to load every time you dance. So that was difficult to explain because he was aware of every cell of your body while it was all a single body without flesh, a soul inside a container that she could not recognize, it was as if it had always been free .
His heart pounded his chest with an almost inhuman force, every heartbeat seemed to terminate its existence. Castanets ceaseless lashed their eardrums. Both playing castanets and heart in unison.
could feel the muscles of your back are joined together to tighten up like never had before, for its elegant arms down the warmth of her shoulders and down her cheeks tears mingled their feelings. All of it was an incomprehensible world. I could feel the force of eyes watching him, but I was still trapped in their freedom. She could feel her heart despair because of a dance, but certainly his gift was out of itself, the essence of his soul was off stage, right in the audience ... just wishing fervently.
(Image of Fabian Perez)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Built-in Shower Bench How To
rumors are true. She
Yes it's true: it was the same sheet, that is now lying on the ground surrounded by concrete. That they had fallen prey to wind and weather dam had aged.
That which had been engendered in the bowels of a tree from the beginning was prepared for death, that sheet was raised by the same tree that had long ago ceased to feed and ultimately pushed her to her final announced .
Evil tongues say that within 20 years the tree will become a strong oak, others say it will take the form of a wistful willows. The truth is that this same sheet is just dust, road dust and more dust will join sheet, outline of leaf powder similar to it and together as a single leaf powder to nourish the tree happy that bad rightly speak languages.
what place, where, after hours
what I say I love you? This is urgent
because eternity is running out ..
what I say I love you? This is urgent
because eternity is running out ..
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Funny Mental Health Hotline Number
decided to forgive the mistakes made when you love too.
Okay, the little girl in me wants you, almost like a mother.
covering me, protecting me.
you see, I love you so!
Okay, I trust all my smiles
all my secrets. I wanted both
war would bring peace corps!,
you see, I love you so!, Like a man ... I'm not
I love you so.
This is not mine, but Lara ... not born out of my hands, but God knows I've been the best performer.
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