With respect to the previous survey, it is difficult to express the why of it. Perhaps it should be because the paranoia is still part of my growing, or maybe because I feel that the lives of people I'm just fluff that is only annoying, it can be easily removed their clothes and which can be as toxic as to drown her. Non posso
capirmi ...
Sorry for all the trouble that I can have caused, it was not my intention. I hurt without thinking, I destroy what I play. I'm not happy ...
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Lymphadema More Condition_symptoms About the Survey ...
Friday, July 21, 2006
Saturday, May 6, 2006
Alice In Wonderland Cake Tin [.. Perfect ..]
need music I need
music flowing through my fingertips
restless, sensitive, for my
distant echoes, stained with bitterness,
melody with deep, clear, slow
as a flowing liquid.
Ah, the wholesome
rock, old, yes, and severe
as a song that sings
those who have died, exhausted, to
they can rest, a song
like water falling on my head
and my limbs like a dream
that due to a flush shine.
work some magic Melody:
A spell of relief, and quiet breath, Quiet
shellNo, sinking,
between colors that are melting, deep into the underwater
quiet sea and floats forever in a pond
greened light of the moon light when reflected.
...
...
But will the silence vast and starry deep
and now it seems that tonight is going to end the world in a huge
death of black ice.
Poems of Elizabeth Bishop intertwined and Luis Urbina.
Gaurav S.
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