... sometimes I sit on the edge of my reality and try to think what life would be across the same ...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Soul Eater Cosplay Death The Kid
A crumpled sheet
all starts with a dream, a blank page, ready to be written a thousand anecdotes, doubts , confessions, desires, feelings, but do not know why, these turn into accusations, misunderstanding, then silence, perhaps generated by the disappointment, pain, past or present that goes disappointment wrinkling our folio, we dump, unconscious, in every fold, frustration, anger, ghosts, just a moment, but that remains forever , because although he was then pressed, caress it, stretch it, the folio will never be the same as before.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wedding Welcome Messges
back to school ...
... over the years makes the life time you fill ... layers and layers of days, weeks and months, in the end, just to make me forget the dreams of the boy who went ... ...
ago about a month, almost inadvertently, the twist of fate, love, or whatever, again made my childhood dreams dreamed
... ... and I thought, why not? ...
papers ... I dug my youth, my notes from a college that did not choose, and send a new request with the average white student went wrong ...
... and now, with some gray in my beard, I say I can not study because I have enough notice, and I, I look in the mirror trying to ask the teenager who went on those notes ...
... but the mirror does not say anything, because that person no longer exists, and I, now, I'm out to enjoy studying, as someone smarter than me, has it occurred to limit the number of adults who want to fulfill his childhood dreams ...
... over the years makes the life time you fill ... layers and layers of days, weeks and months, in the end, just to make me forget the dreams of the boy who went ... ...
ago about a month, almost inadvertently, the twist of fate, love, or whatever, again made my childhood dreams dreamed
... ... and I thought, why not? ...
papers ... I dug my youth, my notes from a college that did not choose, and send a new request with the average white student went wrong ...
... and now, with some gray in my beard, I say I can not study because I have enough notice, and I, I look in the mirror trying to ask the teenager who went on those notes ...
... but the mirror does not say anything, because that person no longer exists, and I, now, I'm out to enjoy studying, as someone smarter than me, has it occurred to limit the number of adults who want to fulfill his childhood dreams ...
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