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His words were no longer the same ...
and both hear you got stuck inside a maze,
Trapped inside a maze
that show me alone
was looking for the exit and had no where to go.
Spent hours searching for an answer that could not find.
Were they here, inside me?
His words have become empty
and the dark night was infinite
Stars sparkled and
where's the joy I felt when I saw you?
The laughter and the butterflies in my stomach?
His words were no longer the same,
their hands to touch my face were empty
as an afternoon with no beginning and no end
Where was trapped in a maze ... and not via the exit.
I had to walk for hours around me,
watching the sun come and go
Walked day and night through the maze
and the only life I saw was that the Moon was in the company ...
Today I can understand what she was saying ...
Your empty words do not make me have more company, I have found the exit and the labyrinth became distinct.
The laughter and the butterflies in my stomach?
Everything became different.
Escreva sua história com Deus e ele cuidará de ti!
Write your history with God and he will take care of you!
Emily: Have you ever loved someone and then something happens... and then you wonder if perhaps you didn't even know them at all? Do you trust her?
Freddie: What? No, I mean, I don't need to.
Emily: But, if you got together, wouldn't you be worried she might fucked Cook again?
Sophia: We are lonely and all we want is for someone, you know, pay attention, and tell us we're beautiful, and cute, and said they want to.
Bag of the Soul.
To pack often
takes time.
And I need to take and remove many things,
but how can we know what to remove and what will not be missed
the journey we choose as the next destination.
Destination, yes, target need many parts.
Let's find pieces that will be brought in for all eternity.
Others will not be so necessary.
But you need to know to choose not to spend the cold journey.
Preferably select the best to put in the suitcase.
Reviews are always welcome, friends will this can not miss
and the best compass if we lose ourselves along the way.
Do not forget to take the moon, but the moon and accomplice in her journey.
Lightens thoughts, remakes souls without hope, makes life one love moonlit sky.
I told the star, actually we can not leave out the stars of the suitcase.
Those special stars that never die, they collide with an asteroid can be deadly.
But the locks have the suitcase, you'll want to save the key and throw away the key.
If you believe in playing, call the sun nothing better than to tell him what season of life you will need to stop.
I'll take the bag of the soul, a heart a heart yes you've traveled somewhere without emotion.
Must always have a heart in the trunk of the soul, it can even take a bit of work, but with a good tango or salsa.
Everything back to normal, mild spices in the trunk of the soul.
I display a lot of seduction, seduction that lasts a whole night
if you want to retry open the bag of the soul, then do it again.
How many times your body but find it necessary to season the bag of the soul.
Do not travel this life without having completed his bag of soul with everything needed for a long journey, make stops enjoyed every step of the way.
After all you will need to do the same script again.
D. A.
The author: Gislene Pascutti.
This Christmas wish more
than a gift you can share
with your friends and
relatives! I wish more than
achievements, there is love
and peace in our hearts. "
My flower ...
My beloved creature
Lindura my candor and my afternoons in spring.
I want, I want you well!
I want you around, I want about me.
Do not short
Do not stay suspended in the air.
I want to love you more than a day at all stages of life.
My flower. my beloved creature.
I feel cleansed my brain clot
if you want my flesh, so come and get
yet, I'm not a loser, and I'll never be
I do not wanna hear what you have to say!!
I'll hang you with the guts of their king
Sipping a glass of whiskey, smoking a cigar and sitting next to the power; all the major mobsters, agents, murderers, bankers, the architects of this violent system; sitting and listening to the sound of numbed laughter mixed with ego, disgust, anger, and especially megalomania. All kings, all castles, all the madness, just listening to the soul.
