Reckless Aggression Sick Feet

I invite you to violate thresholds, stealing keys, locks violate
sit at the table of the occult, testing of the forbidden and dangerous;
I invite you to drink our sin.
I propose toast crumbs heat it again, seeking revenge,
battered bread and honey together in baptism
to be the beginning and end at the same time. Tattoo
skin of the soul and the senses. I summoned the game
share
invade the house of mystery and their domains. Take up arms
books of magic; reinvent covens, witch

be crowned at the point
circle just that light my fire.
I dare you let loose you I release you,
name you relish my nights of doubt,
to look together in the moonlight
blanket of dry leaves amass our crib.
I invite you propose


to summon you eat with your fingers this orgasm
little by little, to blind our eyes.
land locked in Merlin,
God or Lucifer or even;
the woman who flies the bolts. Sensual

Fioriello Horacio poem in The Trench of Juan de los Palotes

Mcculloch Strimmer Mt270

Pizza fingers may i feel I've Said by ee cummings

I can feel, "he said
may i feel I

Said (I'm going to scream, "she said -
(I'll squeal Said She
only once," he said) just
Once Said he)
oh, what a delight, "she said

it's fun Said She


(I can play," he said
(may i touch Said I
much? "she said

Said how much she
much, "he said-)

a lot Said he)
why not? Said she

why not Said She


(come on, "he said
(let's go Said I
not far," she said

not too far Said She
where it away - he said

what's too far Said I
where you are, "she said-)

Where You Are Said she)


I can stay," he said may i stay
Said I
(in what way, "she said

(Which Way Said she
well, "he said

like this Said I
if you kiss me," she said

if you kiss Said She


I can move, "he said may i move

Said I love? She said-)

is it love Said she)
if you want, "he said

Said if you're willing I
(but you kill me," she said

(But You're killing Said She


that's life, "he said
But it's life Said I
but your wife, "she said

But your wife Said She
now," he said)

now Said he)
ay, "she said ow

Said She



(excellent, "he said
(tiptop
Said I do not stop," she said

Said she do not stop
O no - he said-)

Said oh no I)
slowly, "she said

go slow Said She



(corristes you? - Said he
(cccome? Said I
ummm - she said-)

ummm Said she)
are divine! "He said

're divine! Said I
(you are Mine - she said-)

(you are Mine Said she)



your English for my English, my English
your eyes, your eyes
your understanding of your understanding
perhaps you
without head or tail until you read on
loud cynical appearance hides a romantic
maverick, distorting
unusual, daring
ee cummings

Emerald Vba Groudon Cheat

toad spring brought me

"The best way to get rid of temptation is fall into it. " Oscar Wilde.

"The future is the past torture and binds us. That is why we miss the present." Gustave Flauber.

From early in the day knew that today would end in one of my favorite places, from time to time I like to Get Away minutes and look out the viewpoint of Rabal Roig from where the sea makes me confident in bright morning like today, but especially on rainy days, perhaps as low, under the umbrella, and watch us from above where the tears back in perpetual comfort.

hesitated between crossing the bridge and be a protagonist or stay there watching, living through those spots anonymous or half invented my stories, be il vere cousin and greening or continue hibernating as touched my computer and the battery life debate between what should be and what it really was, it was invisible when the wire of chance others will say that the destination, he pulled my head and twisting, I confronted him, there he was, down the street toward the library, my friend Cesar, how many years since we met!, and how handsome he was!, yet left much of the snake charmer who was long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up a bit, as I like seeing men in their days without ties, imagining them as being accurate and controlled willing to break their rules for me at any time Instead, dark corners or not.

Cesar was a year older brother of my best friend, Lola, my laotong * teens until she was married he finished his studies.

He also saw me and came towards me, almost was here with his usual smile, which was bad to good girls who played with him but the sky, then agree on university, in economics, and its continuous rone heartthrob with all he wanted, and my love affair with a fellow football player who took a fancy to me, we went a few times, remember all that smiling because I wanted to be bad and aupador him my heaven, but the weight fraternal friendship was stronger and everything was there. Later I learned that he had married and separated while I entertain myself in my eternal and with or without you almost more than twenty years, almost too long, hardly lived ... ... grains of sand on a clock that sooner or later fall into the same place but miles away in the desert or next to each other as third sections at random.

We welcome and as both were going to the library, we went there while we put us a day of our lives, looking for a room together and the truth is that for one reason or another were rejecting all despite being at least on my part that routinely used but the truth is just the latest of the second floor was empty but we sat facing each other at a table in the background, we open our computers and briefcases and pantomime that began working on our projects, but I could not stop staring at him openly, by now was no time for affectation or pretense, fit the chin on my hands and I decided to do a photo finish and never miss a single one of her freckles and wrinkles and laughter time given away to spray and pray, was put into interesting and somewhat cut off but pretended not to notice, did I say good, because I started to notice strange creatures climbing up my legs, hands, feet prehensile able to go slowly lifting my skirt and finding the reflection point that made my knees to distance themselves impelled by a magical force to the voice of open sesame and expose my black and pink panties Lise Charmel that just a week ago buy in Strawberries and Chocolate

saw little by little, Cesar sank into the chair and grabbed the table to keep his balance and his face a graceful gesture of difficulty, showing me the tip of his tongue like naughty children when they learn to do something new and fun.

I could not help taking a look under the table and I found a giant frog species upside down that encouraged by my laughter from a jump disappeared and reappeared in the crook of my legs, frog was becoming a prince, but with its sticky tongue and amphibians for that is my story, and each time the greedy throw appeared to me more blue, and finally caught my chrysalis somewhat lethargic in its cocoon and opened dozed curious therefore happy fun, almost feeble to leave hurriedly to give a welcome to the St. Bernard learned z gives encouragement to the lost cases.

And between my gasps our side of the room in the corridor of lost steps, like me, I found an attentive audience guessing and waiting at the end of this story.

And Princess good XXI century imbued with the spirit of equality and exhibitionism, I prepared to return to my blue frog his favor, and my audience on the expected end and plunged in the depths of the pond, under the table.

and bunting, red, this story is over, and were happily - (Is) ... ... ... ... ... ... a moment forever.


* laotong - Book soulmate Silk Fan by Lisa See Illustration
Mihaly Zichy

Frequencies Of Indian Free Channels Of Nilesat

But where? Where?

"I was getting sad sad restlessness and hunger. I did not think anything ever happen to me. Desperately felt the desire to be a woman, to dive in life. Why enslaved me that need to fall in love first? Where was I going to start my life? In each study they came expecting the miracle that occurred. It seemed that around me flowed a great stream, which I was on the sidelines. I had to find someone who felt like me. But where? Where? "Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin.

"hid my womanhood to engulfed in the world of the poet, the dreamer, the child. I created a myth, a legend, a lie, a fairy tale, a magical world, a world that collapses every day ... .... and makes me want to finish as Virginia Woolf. " The introduction of IV Journal

This woman fascinates me and scares me when I think intuition in their journals in my sniffing something indecent but consented to a full life but forever unsatisfied ... ..
... .... But I do not crave an end, as Virginia Woolf rather live in a particular Odyssey Penelope and build what was destroyed without waiting for Ulysses or covertly so.

Tk Maxx Cinderella Label Dress

March 21 World Poetry Day


at any time but especially today we recommend a stroll through this page www.lyrikline.org , hundreds of poets from all languages \u200b\u200bare overlook our feeling from the yours, barter seems perfect in an imperfect world.

YOUR SKIN LOOKING Unavowable Antonio Gamoneda

shameful seek your skin, your skin
anointed by the sadness of snakes
distinguish your business invisible trace
cold heart.
would have seen your bloody film,
your tears between crystals and not your yellow stripes,
but my dream lives under your eyelids.

THREAD THAT NO decipherment of Clara Janes

No wire to decipher the maze
sea is no way
sea;
I outline is invisible sea
condensations, trends;
past that is always the sea,
origin matter Madre,
without form, shade without the sea
Desire is pure sea,
pure chance.


ETERNITY Anna Montero

might tell you tonight
that time does not pass,
that filters light
heart of light,
remember that we live in the other word will be
lips.
could tell you it does not grow
oblivion or silence in the avenues
solitary the fire has burned
garbage daily
not cleared the roads, and always
pound a sea
behind the last horizon.
might tell you tonight that all
nights like us, that time
rivers
returns each plujai
every cloud brings record
more fish
dark to light first.


HE HABITAT Anna Montero your skin

've lived your skin
your dreams.
than you and me
nostalgia of old horizons
insinuated.
from the uncertain light
will spend the nights, days,
darkness and distance.
see the procession pass
of absent
and fear we look out the window.
've lived your skin

your dreams and the house we built within
a room or a river that leads

vers altres Somnis
ens pots that somiaran
purposes mirada a la final.

POEM DEAF Bernardo Pinto de Almeida

Reaches
night and surprise in the middle of a long silence beat
hours on a clock that does not hear
but always accompanied
every night in a corridor only way
in the dark: the true picture of your fear
the beating of a heart that carries time
moves the time and mechanical

you off due to the presence of death
the clear choice. You follow different paths



as usual they all lead to a stream unexpected but always known that your shadow

such tumultuous your shadow and you flee
searches
just as in many movements
couldst coexist with yourself.

But where the sweet light

choice that would bring under your weary eyes
the motion agreed that
not always lead to blindness?

said it before:
love without love, returned
thyself and all that just happened
insists on the horizon of your eyes
and beats as if it had already happened there more than one hundred years have inside

thee a century and yet nothing in you forgot
or a vacant moment ripping
short of what the photo was printed and everything seems
thou paper
emaciated.

Want to give meaning to what is meaningless
or perceive a face on what it has no face and fragile
the night that you still floods the eyes
see a thread that is not there.

And everything around you
nor denies the exact word you
sounds in the ears or mouth follows the format of the words:
folded like a movie bad words descoincidem
with lip movements if they speak. And everything seems
you inside the devastated landscape

some seed that the wind has brought the visit.

a court where there are
lawyer and the defendant and the witnesses all that pervade
and are also the platform railing and
circumspect and the judge who will listen:
and crime that you accuse
ever perpetuated
yet
confess and ask for the punishment
that nothing remains of what was the freedom to
of you just keep a log file in a dusty forgotten
someone who never visit.

And I wonder what was in your face that
demented animal
foreshadowed in his voice deadly prepared
between the dreams without end and without regret.


DESTINATION Paolo Ruffilli

È quel in remote Soffio
within everyone recognizes that the heart

his fate. The
wildest dreams: the idea of \u200b\u200ban infinite

even daily,

fate left to the body of love.
surrendered and imprisoned

to preserve intact its flavor,
removed from the vacuum
held between the thighs
long, in vain, as water


still slipping from his hand.

DESIRE de Paul Ruffilli


me I think that I hunt with my hand
body gave up and
open to any assault
and listening meanwhile,
tense
the thud of your heart,
the voice that creaks and squeaks

saying:
"love."
I think of myself
account pianoogni ravine and hold
discovery and hiding
me that your point and I thins

and try and chase
measuring it seriously

cause of so much desire.

Buying Fram Land In Ohio

Tourvel

Now that I am waiting for the inspiration I find it not

eternal clash between MUSOs and bohemian,

capricious and perverse game

but is only

fantasy.

Woke Up With A Swollen Red Elbow

Valmont & 2nd. Literary Contest Edition

"'s friend and us" in two parts: "The friend, she and I (male)" and " The friend, you and I (female) " presented under the pseudonym leuka with "Revenge of the tobacconist has won first prize in the Literary CAUOC 2009 - Qty of UOC Universitat Oberta de Catalunya. My thanks here to everyone: participants for their great work, readers for their courtesy and kindness and especially to the organizers (Maika are lovely!) By the initiative. To all my appreciation for the time spent either very scarce among cauoqueros always immersed training requirements, professional and personal in our days of 25 hours. E não esquece you me "Blue Sky, Blue Sea" obrigado because of Inspiration ainda uma fonte that as Ideias às esgotam vezes is ;-).

The only way to support the existence is stunned in the literature as in a perpetual orgy. "Gustave Flaubert

Kishidan Kisarazu Guest Star

CAUC Binary Stars







" often meets his destiny the roads we take to avoid "Jean de la Fontaine"








One day I explained that there are double stars or binaries, pairs of stars held together by the force of gravity by turning around a common center of it for some time, I do not remember much, but I do remember is the day it all began, on 26 January.


'm a terrible driver and was getting more angry because I had to haberles planted a big NO when the direction of my firm conviction that we needed a few days of "living together", he insisted on locking up the whole pack in a little rural hotel in the middle of nowhere, so it was checking.


had left behind the blasts of hot air that had started the trip in Perth northwards and now it seemed that you played the turn of the fog, a strange fog, really. Believed to have passed the crossing but was not entirely sure, were already about four and supposedly was a time that should have arrived in paradise templates neurotic of yore, and the signal does not appear anywhere, was beginning to worry me had followed step by step all directions, or so he thought, and I was there by the yellow cobblestone road in search of the Wizard of Oz but that still did not know.



The fog disappeared by magic but a heavy atmosphere was still there and found myself in a way that seemed more like a forest track Red light gasoline miles I was looking for my eye winking and flirting now frantic to me, I feared that the very drunk had gobbled the five-liter reserve, mobile coverage and had no GPS was on strike, my nerves were at the optimum point to start boiling my retirement totally zen of relaxation and harmony with the suckers with which they lived most of my days dogs.




the edge of the complaint and physical violence and verbal abuse suffered by my car, two pumps and a small shop in almost complete darkness loomed between the trees. Paré, it was not clear if he was in service even if the door was open, insistent honk when I saw him a few feet away next to a tree with a reflective vest, I cried and did not flinch, as I approached I saw he was wearing glasses and that was strange when I noticed I had almost completely obscured in a matter of minutes.




already with him, just looked at me, I think I went out of his reverie, I quilted for indifference and cocky attitude, I wanted to humiliate him, was handsome the highly Jodi:


- It does not work here .

- B uenos morning, Mrs. - I nodded twisted- the station is out of service since this morning due to lack of supply.
- Y to me telling me I need to fill the tank, you idiot.
- How come you got here? The access road is cut by collapse and take a few hours in hell where do I open it could have happened?
- Ha! And do you care what are you doing standing here? - did not answer, just stared into the sky.
- Lady, do not read newspapers? if you do not want to damage the eyes, do not look, follow your path or enter the store, but leave me alone.




Then I remembered, the solar eclipse had been hearing about him these last few days but I like mine always ignored anything that was not me, my work and so I could report something.





Bounced, I turned around, not knowing where I was, out of fuel and unable to communicate for the time being the only man to reach had no choice but to wait as much as I would like to scream and rant. I entered the store and found a phone but saw none, I almost had to grope for the light was minimal, I could not help to look closer to the window when I heard him enter.

stood there behind me, possibly deciding how to lie down, or counting how many years would fall by strangling him, when I saw his hands over my head with glasses like yours, I set them free a word, but since I started to feel that he did not need and not need them anymore, and without turning, driven by God knows what, we look to the sky, it seemed that was the sign we were waiting because as the night came in the day, the distance between us disappeared, do not know if it was he who was rubbing on me or er to me who was looking for his touch, his hands went for my body to build them a triquini, his hands were soon wrapped Lycra stifling my three buttons, as always blew my mind, finally going to be the star of Monsters Ball, or Jessica Lange and Juliette Binoche Postman in Injury , imagining I was excited so, that did not look at it, although I turned and he insisted he did not want his kisses wanted his body and clinging to display the gold chain around his neck hit him softly to each push him, with every click of the metal was Jeremy, or Jack, or those men who demanded my fantasy.




The magic of what was happening up above us was penetrating and when was your ring of fire and it was not him or them, it was you and now, I wanted to see, without the protection the strange glasses, I turned my head, I looked your eyes and I liked what I saw in them, for the first time I felt I should find somewhere over the rainbow and as Dorothy, that there was no place like home and I asked you what I had almost forgotten: Kiss me, man of the stars!

((Congratulations JA))


"Whatever happens, never lose your innocence" F. Fellini