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to feel loved


an email

A GOOD NIGHT good night email first because we have not had time to talk,
to remind you that you are not alone, even if now you feel unpleasant and antisocial (ps = not you feel it, the six!)

A good night email to tell you I miss you so much,
so much and even more. An email

good night, because if you disappoint the world a bit, '
then close your eyes and remember who you are.

you one of those few people who are worth meeting, you know
make love without asking anything,
you can talk about anything with ease,
and everything you need with great humility.

When I feel sad or heartbroken I close my eyes,
think the best moments I've lived in many
and there you are.
Eyes blue-green indeed, blond, cute (oh kill me), it is really you. You know

hold your hand without squeezing or force, you know
see far with your particular shone, gleamed a
that you sometimes grow weary of
but that is a sign of your being special. An email

goodnight to not forget that it is difficult to deal with the difficulties,
but those problems are to transform precious metals in jewelry, watch us.

We were two strangers who, for some abstruse coincidence found themselves at the same intersection for "causal randomness":
why we have forged together day by day, discussion debate, argument after argument.
It is not so much better looking now be able to say loudly "than they have been through, but we're still here?? An email

goodnight to shake off the pall of tragedy, where the cylinder
thickened stir a bit 'all truth and fiction amplified by a pride important
but always in silence, never had anyone even noticing.

not easy being in love,
watch someone you love acting like a stranger, feel
spectator instead of your story actor.

several ancient Greece were the acts of a show, at least 5 ...
You're not even in the first and themes are not already at or that is not enough for you?
And how do you judge if you have not watched the entire performance?
How can you clap your hands or you decide to pay the ticket? A good night

email because you are right,
in life there is no proof of 9, you have to risk.

Ask yourself if it's worth, Ask her calmly but firmly, worth it?
The mood changes, unable to be objective, a tiny detail is overflowing a dam: it's worth it? A

email goodnight when I would answer these questions for you, I would
because I feel that I can not really be close, but only you can do
.

Only you and your reflection in the mirror. An email

goodnight, even if it is Sunday and it is not in our agreements,
to break the rules, defy gravity and fly to Rome at this moment.

I want to take your hand and go with Ariel somewhere to talk until dawn, I want to make the pancakes
knowing that you have something to say about my recipe,
I listen to everything, not just an hour's calling card.

of Icarus in history there was only one,
and the presumption has been severely punished,
so for now I'll stay in my bed in Montpellier,
to tell you that what is happening can happen when you love someone, and you'll have to get used to.

used to the fact that often you can not control your emotions,
that they too will want to occasionally take flight like me,
let them go.

used to not having definitions, you're so good at creating, but to get rid of?
Have you ever tried? This

goodnight my email is not intended as a handbook on how viverti life, "
take it rather as" an unfiltered outlet for not being there with you and see you in a confrontation with reality.
"Mine, yours, ours, theirs, that of the world."
100 points if you pick the quotes, good night.

Motorbike Golf Bag Carrier

DECK




Get a box, pretty big.
Take your favorite color as well.
Rosa? Perfect. Red? Even better, it means passion.
April. It is empty? Very good.
begins to fill.

Start from the bottom, of course. Below
put things softer clothes. That skirt
wine stain that has always brought good luck, socks, slip your foot in which he grew up, pants that never betrays those chiletti too, the slip when you sleep for the first time with a man.
Fold it well, may crease.
you also take the purple shirt? You can do it. I know that you like.
The polka dot dress? But do not you have a little 'tired? I always wear everywhere.
right, is an institution, place it inside.
not forget the blanket. Everyone has a blanket with them wherever they want.

Now something harder, the red shoes ever photographed, I can not help but look at them.
you feel beautiful, provocative, sexy when wearing them: you walk a bit 'wrong, stumble, you're funny but tender.
Those brown boots have a certain charm transgressive got to do in the box?
Yes, there is still plenty of room. The historical
slippers, you would not want out! You have saved my feet from blisters.
Please do not forget your blanket.
is important: we all have a favorite.

Let the toilet. Get everything you need.
The kit of little red riding hood of your 18 years, the wooden
tricks with biological father present, the perfume
change it forever, I do not know what to recommend, you decide all this time.
As you say, you do not know which to choose?
Okay, I give you mine, so it's almost over. Deodorant nivea
of resisting for 24 hours, the mascara that lengthens your lashes from deer, cleansing wipes. Obviously the toothbrush.
Did you remember the cover?

Let me see. You've already put a lot 'of stuff!
And now it does not separate you from where ever: your books.
Those who have accompanied all his life, those who never stop reading, you have seen it become a girl and then woman. The friend found
, Catcher in the Rye, The Little Prince, Little Women.
And the more recent ones: the house of sleep, if a winter's night a traveler, I take you away, Sophie's World.
And that recent? The Solitude of Prime Numbers. I know why you liked, do not forget. How do I you know? You're the book that I can read better.
When you want to put the blanket? You half-filled box.

Put into what can help.
The phone, of course. With all the sms that you have moved or made you angry.
and the iPod, with songs that you love. Those sweet lull in you and those that trigger the energy you have when you dance. A waltz? I was joking, you know you are not capable.
Close the computer in custody, or is likely to break, your nice laptop with pictures of funny moments, sparkling, important. I never knew whether you like it or not flash, but you're really photogenic.
Why do not you believe me?
The deck! You were going to forget it again.

Get your handkerchiefs to wipe the tears suddenly. You say you do not cry? I doubt it.
What's that? An entire jar of pens bic strictly, strictly black.
And a stack of papers.
Right, love to write. Of course I remember. Do you think you do not take seriously enough?
When you stop to think about what I think and you begin to get a bit 'more seriously?
This time I'm not joking.
Get the blanket, all they want from a carry, wherever you go.

All that you can not do without it in there, are you sure?
The memories you have them crumpled in the empty spaces?
Come on, relive those sometimes with closed eyes before bed, because you fear that you cancel in time, what makes the immortal words that impress on paper.
A furious quarrel, the taste of snow, an unfair blow, a hug tightly, pride in yourself, the best kiss you have given and received.
And yet, the first time you climb on a stage, sweaty hands slipping on the keys of a piano, her voice a bit 'shaky singing into the microphone, a concert from dizziness, you who read a poem, a theme class, a story winner. Your sister was born just resting on your knees. You've loved before, since your mother said "it's a girl" loved her for 9 months.

Now close the box. You do not succeed? We believe, overflowing.
Wait, I'll help you.
I also brought a lock, the kind that you like so much, those who are "forever."
You close it and I'll keep the key. Not shelling those brown eyes.
will keep it until you come back, until you realize that you do not need all that you put in the box, if you have a blanket right to take with you.

I knew you'd left out.
Yes, you're right, big and small together, is soft, it is hot. is the only one that will never leave you.
Come on, take it and go. Turn around and go. Do not look
soprattuttto and so do not cry, you've promised.
No I can not come: I have not got your covered. You should stop
refuge in my arms when the world scares you.
Open your eyes, there is nothing to fear.
You can do it, Ports yourself with you.

Kates Playground A Follar

LA RONDE


GIROTONDO

were not for her,
not and would not have ever been.

is turning over in bed because he could not sleep ... who thought? Could not answer, perhaps not wanted.
Maybe it was really unconscious, and yet would not have given the benefit of the doubt.

What you believe to be important?
're just a tiny dot, a pawn on a chessboard much larger and complex than you, even a bishop, a tower, maybe a horse, nothing.

The wine is blowing strongly in his thoughts and sweeps away those cursed, who knows where they come from or why, but one thing is certain: it will be born.

What will happen to us tonight will be only for one night, a night like any other, in which a man and a woman decided to meet without a valid reason for the pleasure of tasting a mouth stranger, a skin comes from far away, two foreign eyes.

you thought would last, that I would be frozen next to you at the moment when we met?
Everything you think you love is fleeting hope, an illusion that you create, which you hold a handle to stop being afraid.
Why did you and I know. I know, and I keep telling you: these are not for you and never will be.

We run in a circle and we always return to the starting point.
takes my hand, do not go away.

Giro ride round, the world falls and fall too.

fall together and can not get up.
If they remain there with skinned knees without licking their wounds, moved from the habit, because it is easier to look at the pain of that in your.

He strokes my legs and push the hand further up between my thighs, alcohol runs through my veins and shoots zero reason.
But who am I really? How can I stand there inert?

you look in the eye and tells you, muttering words in a language you do not know, you can not know.
regains her, everything that has ever been since he saw the light in a night of spring, when the plant has all those tears.

And they were for her, for her and all.

Desire Climax Ecchi Scenes

Poems

I remember your picture and your face is alive in me
rays in the expanse of property, perhaps the moon, the ancient

satellite, so cold but clear and yellow and you enlighten
late last gleaming










. the rise of Orion marks the end of the season carefree, it's the twilight of the summer ... "












" ... 13 billion years ago, the hammer
universe began to beat. Never stopped.

Everything is forged and evolves,
clouds expand.

from the original chaos created the system in
stellar gas planets are forged.



The Earth is full of the sea, so fish
you wallow and then conquer.

The cycle begins, so there is
the end.

Nothing is forever,
flashback it is the sentence.

The big crunch is killer ... "