Tuesday, July 31, 2007

The Peplacments Hentia

Rújula. Seek, meanwhile, take advantage of new birds to my escape, knowing that snakes are important.

be the same on the other hand changes everything, I once read a book for children. But how will change everything be the same on the other hand if every passing moment pretend believe differently in the same place? Because
same river waters are never the same and cities without memory-without-name move skin, bodies, atoms and molecules at all times.
That time will tell what you want but the world is new. and is reborn in every millionth of a second that passes.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Kurwy Fotki Darmowe Pl As if life was not serious

Friday, July 6, 2007

Coach Outlet In Palm Spring My trip to Italy.

Rome - Florence 2 - VII - 07

Of all your names and all your paper airplanes I will stay with you threw into oblivion. And one day train to get to know the exact words and gestures seem awkward dance friendly.
When I remember those days approaching, and filling curándonos morning from earthquakes, hurricanes and fires, as games in the schoolyard and calling voeces names that seemed to have gone forever without wanting to return.
Prague and Istanbul are away. And the swimming stars are swallowed by fleeing to where no one expected. The cards are ordered home.
Now is the time to celebrate Mardi Gras in the Venecia where the fallen are slowly awakening from a life without dreams, and know the astronauts reach the moon without a rocket, with rumors of wild flocks of birds, including stars and lightning. The time and the sand will tell us what we can get around this, we grow and are now more children, and we, from time to cuadno have the rain on the streets and the winter on hands.
And one day we will have blue tiles, "making ends meet and learn to dance like acrobats juggling the beach and at night, eyes and voices in the belly, like tickling your feet.
I'll let some silence on the voicemail and shall go into other shoes, to avoid further defeats penasr in laminated on the walls of the secret cities. And Iwondering.

Genoa - Barcelona - Valencia 5 - VII - 07

Now that everyone is asleep and boats are only ghosts at dawn, in between waking up and waking from sleep arise fugitives, the protected at night, sleepwalking balance. The spectra are stacked on chairs, in memory of the dead in times of once upon a time. And left to die at the stars and the sun on the horizon, the shooting, with invisible strings, the makers of words, without too many nomads feet on the ground, prisoners of awkwardness and uncertainty. They sleep in the corridors
memories of voices that somehow always come back but not equally. And in theinal are things like this:


Blue - Artur

Orange - I

Rosa - Afri
the city was a maze of dusty streets
while cafés and travel seemed to play hide

the princess picked up in free fall and the prince climbed while
-I could not understand - he said - and turned her back showing her beautiful black hair

running by the red tiles to an uncertain destination

subtly kissed in the middle of space

he finally gave up and just watched carefully as he zooms swhite sandals
us
because when time stands still emanate water wells and sources

sink and ended his story between cotton clouds