these two weeks will go fast, I can feel ... but in the meantime I'm going to enjoy me as never before. I'm a little nervous, agitated, I missed my home ... my pimp, my treasures.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Welcome Address-program
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these two weeks will go fast, I can feel ... but in the meantime I'm going to enjoy me as never before. I'm a little nervous, agitated, I missed my home ... my pimp, my treasures.
these two weeks will go fast, I can feel ... but in the meantime I'm going to enjoy me as never before. I'm a little nervous, agitated, I missed my home ... my pimp, my treasures.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Jcpenney Shipping To Australia
The Dream ...
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart e. ..
try to love the questions,
who are like locked rooms and books written in a foreign language
. Do not look now
answers which you may find
dates as you would not be able to live with them.
And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now.
Maybe you will be given, without you noticing,
far to live up to the day when you will have the answer.
RMR 
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart e. ..
try to love the questions,
who are like locked rooms and books written in a foreign language
. Do not look now
answers which you may find
dates as you would not be able to live with them.
And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now.
Maybe you will be given, without you noticing,
far to live up to the day when you will have the answer.
RMR
Monday, June 16, 2008
Magda Zając Mikołów
Facing Windows
How do I say this without you?
"Do not be content to survive. ( David )" 
letter from David Simon
My dear Simon,
after you, red is no longer red. The blue sky is not blue.
The trees are greener.
After you, I look for colors, into the nostalgia I have for us.
After you, I regret the pain that even made us timid and illegal.
regret the expectations, the disclaimers, encrypted messages, our eyes have been stolen in the midst of a world of blind people, who did not want to see, because we would have been if they had seen their shame, their hatred, cruelty .
regret not having had the courage to ask forgiveness.
why. I can not even look inside your window. It was there that I saw you always, even when I did not know your name.
And you dreamed of a better world, where you can not forbid a tree to tree, and ... to become blue sky.
I do not know if this is a better world.
Now that I no longer call David, now that I'm only call 'Mr. Veroli', how do I say this is a better world?
"Do not be content to survive. ( David )"
Thursday, June 5, 2008
What Is Nick Berry Doing In 2011
remember
When I was little, I spent most of my days at home ... I had a big house with a huge garden, but all this was surrounded by a wall 4 meters high. Between the beautiful lemon trees I'd put a hammock, and I spent most of the afternoon wrapped in with a book to read ... so my nanny called me "Mariposa" Butterfly ... I was a tiny, quiet little girl, I was wearing glasses for quite small, and I liked above all to read.
When it was too hot to stay out I shut myself in my bedroom, a room that my mom did for me with the walls painted like the sky blue with clouds ... remained so still, July 15 2002 at 08:00 closed the door to my bedroom hopeful that we'd come back in late summer. We went back again. In this room are locked so many things, books, photographs, memories ... I'd love to have a time machine and go back to that day, I would never go away, that was my place.
School where I studied was a private school "Marist Brothers, is a Catholic school ... all in uniform, pants and blue short-sleeved shirt lunhi ... Both girls and boys, only changing the color of the shirt, the white shirt was for the children of the elementary in the blue shirt was for those in middle and high school for those beje shirt ... school was a beautiful, huge ... a soccer field, three volleyball courts ... the bar, a huge library with PCs ... and a thousand other things. The best thing was that in the square at the center of the building (done in a horseshoe), there was a plaza with benches and in the middle of the statue of the founder of Marist, was also a big stage where did the year-end shows and theater performances.
In that square, there is a plant of jasmine behind a bench with beautiful engravings.
Rosey's house was a villa in the mountains where the Marist Brothers took us at least twice a year to make a "spiritual retreat" in nature ... A huge house with two large dormitories, and various small rooms hidden outside where we sent in punishment for doing mischief. We spent three days in the Villa Rosey, we got up early to attend mass ... toys were made of the group, we played football in the football pitch ... or you sing together accompanied by the guitar ... many activities, but the main one, the real reason for the trip was the "outing", he departed early in the morning, armed with backpack with food, rope, etc. .. and we left to go in the middle of nature, following the course of a brook that was caught up in those mountains and in that outing, anything goes ... needed to pass plunge into the stream which was a channel between the rocks ... it was beautiful, was a challenge ... we came back to the villa late in the evening, all muddy, wet and tired and then that night there was megafesta. In that house there is a hidden closet, and one of the many bunk beds are carved our names.
My cabin was a gift from my godfather, had two floors ... the ladder, three windows and a door. The day I came home from school and saw ... was truly a great day, I invited all my girlfriends at home to watch that pretty little house I had, we spent the whole afternoon. Me and my best friend used to play at tea time, we even stayed in the house a couple of nights. She was beautiful, then over time I could no longer get in because I had become too high .. I saw the dismantling them piece by piece a few weeks before my departure. In this little house, my best friend and I have sworn never to forget.
Six years later ...
The trees are still there;
My room is still closed;
The bench is carved, but not him;
The bunk bed is still there;
My best friend lives in Miami in the U.S. And I
?, I do not know ... are in limbo. 
When I was little, I spent most of my days at home ... I had a big house with a huge garden, but all this was surrounded by a wall 4 meters high. Between the beautiful lemon trees I'd put a hammock, and I spent most of the afternoon wrapped in with a book to read ... so my nanny called me "Mariposa" Butterfly ... I was a tiny, quiet little girl, I was wearing glasses for quite small, and I liked above all to read.
When it was too hot to stay out I shut myself in my bedroom, a room that my mom did for me with the walls painted like the sky blue with clouds ... remained so still, July 15 2002 at 08:00 closed the door to my bedroom hopeful that we'd come back in late summer. We went back again. In this room are locked so many things, books, photographs, memories ... I'd love to have a time machine and go back to that day, I would never go away, that was my place.
School where I studied was a private school "Marist Brothers, is a Catholic school ... all in uniform, pants and blue short-sleeved shirt lunhi ... Both girls and boys, only changing the color of the shirt, the white shirt was for the children of the elementary in the blue shirt was for those in middle and high school for those beje shirt ... school was a beautiful, huge ... a soccer field, three volleyball courts ... the bar, a huge library with PCs ... and a thousand other things. The best thing was that in the square at the center of the building (done in a horseshoe), there was a plaza with benches and in the middle of the statue of the founder of Marist, was also a big stage where did the year-end shows and theater performances.
In that square, there is a plant of jasmine behind a bench with beautiful engravings.
Rosey's house was a villa in the mountains where the Marist Brothers took us at least twice a year to make a "spiritual retreat" in nature ... A huge house with two large dormitories, and various small rooms hidden outside where we sent in punishment for doing mischief. We spent three days in the Villa Rosey, we got up early to attend mass ... toys were made of the group, we played football in the football pitch ... or you sing together accompanied by the guitar ... many activities, but the main one, the real reason for the trip was the "outing", he departed early in the morning, armed with backpack with food, rope, etc. .. and we left to go in the middle of nature, following the course of a brook that was caught up in those mountains and in that outing, anything goes ... needed to pass plunge into the stream which was a channel between the rocks ... it was beautiful, was a challenge ... we came back to the villa late in the evening, all muddy, wet and tired and then that night there was megafesta. In that house there is a hidden closet, and one of the many bunk beds are carved our names.
My cabin was a gift from my godfather, had two floors ... the ladder, three windows and a door. The day I came home from school and saw ... was truly a great day, I invited all my girlfriends at home to watch that pretty little house I had, we spent the whole afternoon. Me and my best friend used to play at tea time, we even stayed in the house a couple of nights. She was beautiful, then over time I could no longer get in because I had become too high .. I saw the dismantling them piece by piece a few weeks before my departure. In this little house, my best friend and I have sworn never to forget.
Six years later ...
The trees are still there;
My room is still closed;
The bench is carved, but not him;
The bunk bed is still there;
My best friend lives in Miami in the U.S. And I
?, I do not know ... are in limbo.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Letöltés Jfk Film
Damn!
When you least expect it, when the whole world smiles at you and you are the most peaceful person on earth ... Booom !!!... a better bomb of those you destroy the nervous system ...
DAMN !!!!.... I had agreed with me, and now ... is destroyed.
shelter in the new fees will try Afterhours ... I especially like this:
When you least expect it, when the whole world smiles at you and you are the most peaceful person on earth ... Booom !!!... a better bomb of those you destroy the nervous system ...
DAMN !!!!.... I had agreed with me, and now ... is destroyed.
shelter in the new fees will try Afterhours ... I especially like this:
Resume Berlin
Morning Light
light
a strange day I lost
that change your destiny
Would not it be nice
Do not get hurt more than it would be strange not
If we happen to
Even paradise
wants to be a hell
It was all discounted
Until you fell
Would not it be nice
Resume Berlin
Would not it strange
Take it without heroes
Would not it be nice to come and meet
without fear of
not find ourselves ever
outside your door
Doing the right thing
Be rational
While you dizzy
not it be nice
not make us more harm
It would not heroic
be heroes
would not be Being lighter strange
And do not be afraid
If we happen to
If we happen to
If this happens to us happen to us if
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