Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Iar Embedded Workbench 7.30b
As always ended in front of the unforgivable and waiting time.
to build my castles in the sky, turning invincible to days.
And then falling until I come back to smile.
Devotion absurd and ridiculous.
The wordplay and insignificant details.
elusive truth and the desire pulsating flesh and debauchery and all that we can not have.
And to think, that once more I will stay until the end of the show ... the juggler
Making me, holding my heart.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Mrsa Causes More Condition_symptoms
And the silence in the buzzing atmosphere became anything but soothing.
My skin turned cold, agitated.
A silent,weeping,separate organism waiting on your roaming, insistent hands.
There where murdering,painful holes where your laughing face and playful eyes should’ve been.
I missed the embrace of your radiating heat.
The smoke that leaves your lips but doesn’t stain my skin.
Your towering form wasn’t there to shield me from the light.
I missed the soft skin of your neck as it turned crimson under my hands.
The silk hidden in your lower back and the cotton prickling of your hair.
I longed for the taste of your fingertips grazing my lips ever so dangerously. Salt and
Figs. Sweet and Dirty.Unforgiving and Permissive. You and Me. The dominance of
Every pull, the tenderness of Every finger intertwined with strands.
I missed everything.
The sun, the sand, the leaves, the rain, the blizzard and Apparent restrain.
Everything.
Even When Nothing was mine and I Struggle Not to be yours.
Elements
The silence in the buzzing atmosphere became anything but relief.
My skin became cold, agitated
A quiet, plaintive, organismsmo apart waiting for your street, insistent hands
had murderers, painful hole where your face smiling and your eyes should have been playful.
missed the hug of your radiant heat.
smoke out of your lips but do not stain my skin. Your
tall figure was not there to shield myself from the light.
missed the soft skin of your neck as he was becoming crimson beneath my hands.
hidden in your silk and cotton ticklish back of your hair.
wanted the taste of your fingertips touching my lips so dangerous that way.
Figs and Sweet Sal and Sucio.Inexorable and Permissive. You and me.
The Sunination of each pull, the sweetness of each finger is intertwined with the strands.
missed everything.
The sun, sand, leaves, rain, snow and the apparent restraint.
Everything.
Even if nothing was mine and I struggled not to be yours.
Friday, November 13, 2009
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I believe…in me.
I have finally given myself to myself.Although you don’t know who I used to be, this is me.
You can take my hand and follow me down the path our broken pieces have made.I won’t let go this time.
I won’t see you fall and look from above.My desire and conviction to fall beside you is set.
I won’t move aside,I’ll stand in your way, until I become the force guiding your feet.
I believe this dream is mine.
All we need is time.
Indulgencia
CHTMLAlthough
MLXC not know who he was before, this is me.can take my hand and follow the road that have built our broken pieces.
I will release this time.
not see you looking down from above.
My desire and conviction to fall at your side is fixed.
I will not move aside, I'll stay in your way, until the force guiding your feet.
I think that this dream is mine.
just need time.
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Memorize each thin line in the thickness of his lips. Record
texture of his hands by drawing on your skin, leaving light.! The happiness is there!
Just listen to your mind and heart first agree and keep you inexplicably in their company.
The same force that drives you to protect it and makes you look at it when she looks at you for no other reason than to meet with her large expressive eyes in that accident of time.
Listen and let go.
She ... is for you.
turn and twist the world and put you in different ways. You suffered