February 2011

Monday, February 28, 2011

Calories In Homemade Ham And Bean Soup

not tiny, not my little boy. The diamonds are not male nor female pink. The blue nor for baby, baby or flowers. To short hair is also used by girls, and, do not you're male and you want your long hair? No catalogs aloud. Do not judge from afar. Do not believe everything they tell you. I found it with your own eyes how great people can be behind a flowered shirt, a diamond pattern, a pink shirt or a shaved head.

Lİllİ Caratİ Galerİ

value escapes

"Duel" - Ink on paper - Valentina Becker

Copito, tené care. Swab, do not be fooled. No, Copito not believe him. I do not know how to explain it will hurt you. I know, is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I also know the sparkle in her eyes and mystery that surround you. But please do me this time case. Or at least listen to me Snowflake. I know and I know his moves. You will mate before they start the game. Flowers will fill you and then chew with your mouth open, salivating over your lips and the spit you in your throat. I think that most passionate kisses and enough, fill your poison tongue. Y ya nunca podrás quitártelo. Te ofrecerá brillos en todo su cuerpo, pero apenas caigas en la tentación, cada centímetro que toques cortará tu piel. Se te llenarán de llagas las manos, se te pondrá áspera el alma. La encontrarás carnosa, dulce y jugosa sobre una cama, pero lista para clavarte sus colmillos. Cuatro agujeros en tu aorta y con la ayuda de sus dedos te sacará partes, órganos, el alma entera, y con tu sangre maquillará sus mejillas. El color carmín penetrará en tus ojos y te dejará ciego. Querrás escapar, correr, gritar, pero tu cuerpo todo atado estará. Sonreirá dulcemente, te llenará de deseo, te explotará la pasión y entonces estallará in an evil laugh that will stun you. Break your eardrums. Your head will explode. The mirrors around you explode and it will go one by one the key to all your leather. Your name will sink to the edges of the Christ in all your extension and splash walls. Bleed. Scream. But no one will hear you. And the greatest torment are our voices warning you. I shudder. As a spider when he dies you'll get tiny. And she's huge. Of his greatness to mock, make fun of your weakness. Kiss you. I spit. Bite you. You tighten it. I lick. I swallow. You vomit. Kill you. In all the newspapers published how much they love. Be victim will be the poor fool. But I will. A taste and whim you possess. I will draw the eyes and fill with flowers. You open your mouth and swallow glitter. It will make a cut on his arm and I painted a sun with a smile on your bones. I will tie a balloon to the neck. I completely screwed. With a red bow tie will. Smile. Believe are happy. Kill you. But breathe. And never in the same way as before. Never the same air. Not even peace. Not the same smile. You will not be you. There will be more.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Step Aerobics Best Shoes

Remembering Never

is that you are different from the rest. You're so special. You make me feel big. Vast and so light. Since I met with you the need a light touch, the perfection of a glance, the immensity of the more harmonious company does not want and never be alone. I do not want to find your arms and they are absent. I never miss it. How could I not be happy feeling I have for you. Knowing you here. I want the whole world, and I want at your side. yet destroyed.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Why Does Sore Throat Hurt Worst In Morning

Stereotypes Dangerous exploits

The men eat, sleep, smoke and say banalities

Tx: Anton Chekhov

red light. Brake. A black car stopped beside me. I feel like I look, then turn my head to the left. Yes, I'd definitely watch. A pair of curious eyes behind the glass half down, I look attentive, outlined by a curl of no more than a year. A small little hand pressed against the glass leads me to keep my eyes in a naughty smile. I can not help it. I smile. Keep staring at me (and I him). Timidly raises his little hand on the edge of the glass. He settles on his knees, standing, and waving his little hand in greeting, while his smile deepens. Back to crouch behind the glass. Return the greeting with my hand, much larger and bony. Spy quickly, not wanting to lose eye contact, and the light remains red. Then come back to it. Keep smiling and completely ignores the existence or significance of the three colored lights. Back to straighten up, smile with narrowed eyes and say hello. Almost agonize so much tenderness. No longer shake his little hand, then at the same time, I shake mine. And I smile showing all my teeth. Laugh. I hear it. His little hand stops, he gets serious, wrinkle her lips and throws me a kiss, which came to hear noise. I notice the car ahead of me started. Then I return another kiss as I start to accelerate very slowly. I look forward to corroborate the traffic light is green that cars are already far ahead, I look askance, accelerated, advanced, back at him, and all the while their eyes are fixed on me. I smile when I seen your car doubles and I'm still right. Again I focus on my lane. But my lips still smiling.

He is one of my angels. Perhaps the angel that saved me today. I have several. And they all fit into my life in ways similar to it. But only few know stay. And take care.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Milena Velba Bulletin

leaves those dense trees swaying to the rhythm of the breeze. She whispers in my ear, gives me something to remember, I described the undulating silhouette perfect on the old cobbled street. The oranges are still green threaten me with that might not be to see them mature. What if this is the last time I look from this window?

The breeze becomes a wind and the trees played music my moonless night. Begin to fall one by one, shy and quiet, the first drops of dawn. It rains, it rains again in this window. And it was the last time I hear the drops hitting this ceiling? What if it's the last night of train horns in a hurry and stun?

leaves yellow glow under the lamp now, shake, clean. I can only watch them try This rain also clean this room a little. What if there is nothing in the morning and it's over?

I do not want daylight. I could not even think about it. I do not feel cold. I do not want. What if these were the last steps I give up?

I have so much fear. Not survive. What if it was my last night?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Does Antifreeze Feel Sticky

how are you are things that remind me how tiny I am, and no longer before the universe or time, but to my own species. A person has carved this in a huge marble rough with a point and a hammer, is simply unthinkable, unimaginable to my head. The marble sculpture of the Renaissance and Baroque is one of the disciplines that transports me to another level and leaves me completely dislocated, his mouth open, agitated soul and ego in a swinging unbearable, so flattened as invigorating and inspiring.

Ph:

Gian Lorenzo Bernini

The Rape of Proserpine is a sculpture by Gian Lorenzo Bernini between 1621 and 1622.

was commissioned by Scipione Borghese, who gave it to Cardinal Ludovico Ludovisi in 1622, who took her to his villa. He remained there until 1908, when the Italian state purchased it and returned it to the Galleria Borghese.

is a large marble statue, belonging to a group of sculptures executed by the artist. Represents Proserpina (Persephone in Greek mythology) being kidnapped porPlutón (Hades in Greek mythology), ruler of the underworld. Tx: es.Wikipedia.org

Ph:

Prosperina

The Rapture (detail), Gian Lorenzo Bernini

Forget A Combo To A Lock

Banalities

If I could choose what music you hear in my wake, would be the soundtrack of Cinema Paradiso. For the many tears that those chords made me shed, because it has always been the soundtrack of my gray days, by the great Ennio Morricone, for who knows how to dividing soul and volvérmela to assembly.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Shower After Waxing Face

Singing in the sun like the cicada, after a year under the earth,

Tx: María Elena Walsh,

As the cicada Coil yourself as you like and perdete between their sheets. Hacete a knot that will not let you escape. And so when I lift the bed covers, find your eyes shining at me. Your smile just half way when you wake up. "I can keep you on my shelf? Do not want to let go. What a bottle then? "I can get into a basket? How sweet the candymaker full of color? You're going to have fun, I'm sure it's very comfortable. And you can eat the candy you want. And if you can not find the cherry chewable promise to go to buy. But do not go. Dale, give me one more kiss. Hold me a little longer. Well, okay. But only I warn you that your bag will have to weigh a little more. I run. Let me stay. I go with you. I promise that I will wear well. I'll look into silence. I will not let anyone see me. No, really. I promise to be quiet. Acordate I'm always the best playing hide and seek. And acordate as renegades of my silence. Dale, give me the taste. Do not want to miss. Do not want to leave. Yes? Really? How nice, thanks! Sure I'm ready. What is more empty pocket? The stockings I like, I'm sure it will be most comfortable.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Milena Velba With Men

A little angel And it's the last?

I

reborn just to see if this time I have the luck to get one without allergies.