Outfits Pokemon Online

I eat of your silence. When the sun rises ray bigger than us, the clouds I can see your smile, sweet love I miss, I do not breathe, choking my soul between the red silk sheets.

I eat your breath. And while I do not speak, I listen to the infinite from your parted lips, mouth of strawberry, is exhibition and does not move.

I eat of your joy, sweet love, that make your eyes shine and make you happy.

I eat of your essence, pure love, that has nothing to do with your appearance.

I eat your illusion, doomed love ... and while I wait, your shadow is increasingly blurred ...

Make My Nails Grow Faster

I lost in the rain of a gray day in Milan. I feel a drop down inside my jacket and a shiver of pleasure through my body. From the neck down slowly stroking up his back. My hair is wet, I feel cold, moist air brings me to a state of total confusion. I do not know who I am. I close my eyes and the wind drags me into the vortex of memories. Suddenly I'm back baby. Buenos Aires smoke fades to give way to a wonderful smell of wet earth. I have a blue cape and with his tongue tasting the rain, completely muddy I enjoy jumping in a puddle. In the distance I hear the voice of my grandfather calling me: "Go home you take my nico fever." I look up and he is there I smile and open arms waiting for me to let me know that he loves me. I run towards him, hug him happy. His arms are big, his red cardigan smells Pino Silvestre, the perfume that his grandmother gave him for her birthday, to hold me tight and if I let myself pampered. From the kitchen comes to life and spreads in the hallway, the dining room, right outside on the veranda of a delicious aroma of fresh tomato sauce. The grandmother is in the kitchen. "Antoinette run, run! I caught a mouse! "Cries Grandfather still smiling. Embraced his grandfather, I see a tiny hand with red nail polish I stroked her hair and a friendly face that reassures me and makes me feel protected. "Mario, but you saw what a beautiful little mouse?" Whispers Grandmother Grandfather's right ear with a wink as a sign of complicity. "It Antoinette, is our mouse," said the grandfather laughing taste .... Let's start myself and my grandmother to laugh and feel safe in their arms to be lucky ....

Suddenly I hear you calling: "There are 50 €, thanks." I open my eyes, the order of Zara looks at me strangely. I give her the money and smile ... .. I take disillusioned with air bag and head for the exit. ... Still raining outside.

Wireless Rhinestone Mouse

Among the many lessons of MATRA , one seems particularly suitable for this situation: "Always call things by their name." I can not write anymore and not because I suddenly forgot all the rules of grammar but simply because each post is constantly misunderstood by people who have next. They are, alas, forced to not being able to speak clearly for fear of hurting someone. But you know what? I started writing here to give vent to those feelings, those emotions in everyday life often hide behind a smile. My blog has become a lively backyard where my dear readers seeking confirmation and response to their insecurity. NO, there are no answers, do not write for any of you.
And then we start to speak clearly. I would like to say that A must accept it, that life goes on and I'll be there forever. AG must stop being paranoid and start living. AV Must out of the alley without light. AD and the other villagers to get their dicks. To my neighbors who mention a "Hello" does not change your life but it certainly would help them to socialize. The owner of the house to be less barrels and make a copy of the keys to the gate. To my mother to stop "control" over the blog and take a radiograph to all my FB friends. To my grandparents would like to explain that the Internet is not limited to the 60 videos on Youtube, but there is also XTube. As for me, more than a piece of advice I should start to act, maybe cut their hands so avoid writing nonsense.