KNIGHT OF A TIME
apparent calm languid eyes, the vibrant heart
your face white.
My hand trembles,
're beside me, and like a fool
enchants me in you.
hear you whisper sweet words,
a ray of sunshine in my eyes in love. Stay with me
knight of old,
and make me the happiest pastime.
Sunday, December 3, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Sample Confirmation Letter From Church
FANCY ... HAPPY ENDING!
I come to say that "I want you" by Federico Moccia ends well! Come on! There seems nice that once again a poor Christ goats horns from the boy she loves? What balls! If caught him a good time! That is, Moccia me understand (oh congratulations, you've written from God) make me whole story is that Step Babi resumes from post-trauma that we all know, then finally met a decent person who keeps his head and what happens? Is filled with rum and rinfila in the tunnel (let's call it that) of past memories. And then when? Where in the book? Just when you do not know yet if it could be a father or not! What did you do Moccia, to stress the eternal misfortune of women in leg and the eternal weakness of men who do not know how to keep a leash? Kill you did just fine. The fact is that, because of my too much empathy in the book (from let's say, the protagonist!), I left him a sense of disgust, as if the horns had made to me instead of her. No, not a happy ending. It 's a fact that the author could be avoided. They could not fall in love, make that wonderful trip, have a son and maybe get the rings on her finger? Well, that was wrong? Why the need to pull out of the category (hated) of the former that will ruin this? Since a book is abstract, it could contain something other than the sad reality that people love the area?
not know, I do not know, maybe because I'm too sentimental, I will need to hope that love can live without cracking, intact, pure and honest as they are born ... or maybe it will be that this ride I just want a happy ending.
I come to say that "I want you" by Federico Moccia ends well! Come on! There seems nice that once again a poor Christ goats horns from the boy she loves? What balls! If caught him a good time! That is, Moccia me understand (oh congratulations, you've written from God) make me whole story is that Step Babi resumes from post-trauma that we all know, then finally met a decent person who keeps his head and what happens? Is filled with rum and rinfila in the tunnel (let's call it that) of past memories. And then when? Where in the book? Just when you do not know yet if it could be a father or not! What did you do Moccia, to stress the eternal misfortune of women in leg and the eternal weakness of men who do not know how to keep a leash? Kill you did just fine. The fact is that, because of my too much empathy in the book (from let's say, the protagonist!), I left him a sense of disgust, as if the horns had made to me instead of her. No, not a happy ending. It 's a fact that the author could be avoided. They could not fall in love, make that wonderful trip, have a son and maybe get the rings on her finger? Well, that was wrong? Why the need to pull out of the category (hated) of the former that will ruin this? Since a book is abstract, it could contain something other than the sad reality that people love the area?
not know, I do not know, maybe because I'm too sentimental, I will need to hope that love can live without cracking, intact, pure and honest as they are born ... or maybe it will be that this ride I just want a happy ending.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Where Could I Obtain A Hack License In Ohio
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU .... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ...
Greetings Alessandra! Happy birthday to you!
No wait. Stop all this scene captured a moment, before blowing the candles. Let me make local mind, because I have not yet realized.
My friend, that I met in junior high and who has shared most of the adolescent life with me, is making 20 years? When you spent all this time? Ale
Remember when we felt too young and wanted to grow? Remember that I mean we spent afternoons reading and horoscope super reliable Paul Fox? Remember that daydream imagining our 20 years of move in together?
Now ten years have passed by those dreams. We do not live together, do not read more of Paul's horoscope Fox every afternoon at my house. Perhaps we became what we wanted: the two women. But are we really satisfied?
perennially maudlin My mind remembers with nostalgia the sweet memories of the past, caresses them with his hand and basically rivorrebbe them with him. You can not go back, have not yet invented a time machine, have not yet identified the size Partially enclosing our moments passed. There are only memories to relive what we were. I must try not to lose them. If I do, I will lose my young mind.
And so I remember you, my dear Ale, I remember your troubles and your certainties, your makeup is always perfect and your constant presence. No, I did not lose any memory. All I have in mind. Never to return at the time of those girls dreaming. We must look ahead, there is the time that it imposes. But it still remains in my heart, lively little girl full of trouble.
It 's time. Ale put out the candles, you have 20 years. Enjoy your life as a woman like you always dreamed of. And 'this girl with tears in his eyes that you hope so.
Greetings Alessandra! Happy birthday to you!
No wait. Stop all this scene captured a moment, before blowing the candles. Let me make local mind, because I have not yet realized.
My friend, that I met in junior high and who has shared most of the adolescent life with me, is making 20 years? When you spent all this time? Ale
Remember when we felt too young and wanted to grow? Remember that I mean we spent afternoons reading and horoscope super reliable Paul Fox? Remember that daydream imagining our 20 years of move in together?
Now ten years have passed by those dreams. We do not live together, do not read more of Paul's horoscope Fox every afternoon at my house. Perhaps we became what we wanted: the two women. But are we really satisfied?
perennially maudlin My mind remembers with nostalgia the sweet memories of the past, caresses them with his hand and basically rivorrebbe them with him. You can not go back, have not yet invented a time machine, have not yet identified the size Partially enclosing our moments passed. There are only memories to relive what we were. I must try not to lose them. If I do, I will lose my young mind.
And so I remember you, my dear Ale, I remember your troubles and your certainties, your makeup is always perfect and your constant presence. No, I did not lose any memory. All I have in mind. Never to return at the time of those girls dreaming. We must look ahead, there is the time that it imposes. But it still remains in my heart, lively little girl full of trouble.
It 's time. Ale put out the candles, you have 20 years. Enjoy your life as a woman like you always dreamed of. And 'this girl with tears in his eyes that you hope so.
Friday, November 17, 2006
The Waxing Queen Of Oakland Ca
CAFON SI born or made?
Maybe it really is Friday, 17 which brings bad luck, tonight will be that it was really better to stay home and watch a movie or is that just today or tomorrow, it made no difference, as the peasants they pecked the same.
Anyway, tonight me and Laura have had more than one occasion to discuss a topic that many women complain about: men. Who is bad, who's cute but shit, who is really nice but that would only go out with your friend, who is normal (rare), who is rude. Given that fortunately is more than a year and a half that are no longer on the market (yes, I managed to find a boy in the category of "normal"!), I would still name a 4 to peasants (many) just because tonight I have met a couple. The scene is as follows: Laura and I parked in front of a pub from the car and time 5 seconds, a fool rushes to me with the phrase "I do read your belt?". Be Avogli, wait a second, Time to put aside pride and shame, to turn around and look to a stranger my ass (yes, the message was behind it happens!). At that follows the answer "It says Dennis Rose, saving you the trouble of reading," and even "How did you get sour ... etc etc".
After about an hour we leave the pub, trying to evacuate from the crowd of smokers who occupy 70% of the space outside the enclosure, and I find myself switching between two boys. Plated immediately (they had put in the middle were not even body guard) I hear the phrase "frame that interesting!" (Glasses -_-") to that between the first set with the belt and that's why I will flash on the glasses, I fall for the arms and lifted me away.
Then, not nothing, but as you may think "expensive" peasants to find a shred of prehistoric girl with these approaches? Come on! But even the most desperate of the desperate fool would consider any approaches with the excuse that the garment or the rims of his glasses! What is the age fool you do not ever end? You are ugly, peasants? (I assure you that those three could not watch) Well, then statevene on your own, read one of those sad manuals that teach you how to impress women. State home to read instead of breaking balls to the people. Stop it to the bomber, beautiful, beautiful because you're not, ask anyone. In fact, if you see people like you makes me fall to my arms, let alone demoralizing effect it has on the singles looking for! Laura has reason then, that if you look over Prato, to see if there is something better! Maybe if this category
diminished, many girls would not be so many problems about what to wear before setting foot outside the house, do not worry about talking out of a club to ward off the peasants that bother ... We women are too often poorly enforced, and that's not good. What has happened to me tonight is not anything. But it is an example as any to make it clear that there is always someone who likes to disturb the peace of mind. There is always someone who laughs and throws you from kid jokes to make you nervous. Oh no guys, wake up a bit. So do not come from nowhere. A minimum of balls for Christ's sake.
Probably the peasants are born with genes rompicoglioni.O perhaps undergo some natural transformation during growth. I have no idea. Well, you toglietemela this curiosity: peasants are born or made?
PS: the keynote speech on Friday, 17 not only due to Cafn but all that has happened Lau ... right?
Maybe it really is Friday, 17 which brings bad luck, tonight will be that it was really better to stay home and watch a movie or is that just today or tomorrow, it made no difference, as the peasants they pecked the same.
Anyway, tonight me and Laura have had more than one occasion to discuss a topic that many women complain about: men. Who is bad, who's cute but shit, who is really nice but that would only go out with your friend, who is normal (rare), who is rude. Given that fortunately is more than a year and a half that are no longer on the market (yes, I managed to find a boy in the category of "normal"!), I would still name a 4 to peasants (many) just because tonight I have met a couple. The scene is as follows: Laura and I parked in front of a pub from the car and time 5 seconds, a fool rushes to me with the phrase "I do read your belt?". Be Avogli, wait a second, Time to put aside pride and shame, to turn around and look to a stranger my ass (yes, the message was behind it happens!). At that follows the answer "It says Dennis Rose, saving you the trouble of reading," and even "How did you get sour ... etc etc".
After about an hour we leave the pub, trying to evacuate from the crowd of smokers who occupy 70% of the space outside the enclosure, and I find myself switching between two boys. Plated immediately (they had put in the middle were not even body guard) I hear the phrase "frame that interesting!" (Glasses -_-") to that between the first set with the belt and that's why I will flash on the glasses, I fall for the arms and lifted me away.
Then, not nothing, but as you may think "expensive" peasants to find a shred of prehistoric girl with these approaches? Come on! But even the most desperate of the desperate fool would consider any approaches with the excuse that the garment or the rims of his glasses! What is the age fool you do not ever end? You are ugly, peasants? (I assure you that those three could not watch) Well, then statevene on your own, read one of those sad manuals that teach you how to impress women. State home to read instead of breaking balls to the people. Stop it to the bomber, beautiful, beautiful because you're not, ask anyone. In fact, if you see people like you makes me fall to my arms, let alone demoralizing effect it has on the singles looking for! Laura has reason then, that if you look over Prato, to see if there is something better! Maybe if this category
diminished, many girls would not be so many problems about what to wear before setting foot outside the house, do not worry about talking out of a club to ward off the peasants that bother ... We women are too often poorly enforced, and that's not good. What has happened to me tonight is not anything. But it is an example as any to make it clear that there is always someone who likes to disturb the peace of mind. There is always someone who laughs and throws you from kid jokes to make you nervous. Oh no guys, wake up a bit. So do not come from nowhere. A minimum of balls for Christ's sake.
Probably the peasants are born with genes rompicoglioni.O perhaps undergo some natural transformation during growth. I have no idea. Well, you toglietemela this curiosity: peasants are born or made?
PS: the keynote speech on Friday, 17 not only due to Cafn but all that has happened Lau ... right?
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