A long connection between the Vatican and Ravenna. They discussed pressing issues such as the meaning of the verb snowshoes, the costs of moving, life in the province, friends desaparecidas, tests for blood glucose curve, any other business. The best course was between any other business but the content is so erotic that you can not mention on the blog.
called love and that's what I tried tightening these days your paw, seeing your eyes off, looking for your joy and your runs and finding only silence called love and you realize that may relate to many different things which is sometimes so near as we look elsewhere is your presence, your holidays, your expectations, your racket, your breath called love and my tears this love is also called
words, written words that have always belonged to me ... the words that try to meet you, caress you ... words trying to remember or forget the words that tell a dream so close to the desire the words ... the only ones that allow a meeting until the absence does not hurt so bad
words, yours and my dancing mark a time presence a distance
Here they are, the famous crystal that I got lost in the ears Wednesday night because of the toxic glaze. They are small concretions of calcium carbonate Contained nell'endolinfa 's inner ear. Honestly, I thought them very young. When you move (due to changes in head position) stimulate the hair cells that synapse with the nerve endings causing a sensation of vertigo. Clear, no? Thank goodness the "Barbeque maneuver" went all right!
yesterday the group's heart was pounding Dad, remember the last day we met on the day of your birthday ... Tomorrow is your birthday daddy ... We last saw Once a year ago .... remembered not having accompanied the days before the visit that you wanted to do because it was necessary for me to give a signal of non-acceptance of these requests your ... always the same, always the same, always for you all .... the dream instead of the person who has accompanied his father, with tenderness there, where were his wishes have come the tears ... all together ... uncontrollable ... the tears that you remembered my father, my limit, tomorrow .... the first birthday that we can not celebrate ... do not know how to hug dad tomorrow .. I do now ... I do it here in this space of the emotions that go through my heart ... I love you Dad
It 's the place that is closest to me, you ... to the words spoken and those that remain are saying to the infinite possibilities of a meeting nostalgia wishes As in a dream that guides us into things and people like a dream that crosses all boundaries possible the time Distance Fears Sadness In the space that remains in the desire where you wrote your name
