Monday, January 31, 2011
Do Women Like Shaved Legs?
Monday, January 24, 2011
What Is A Good Deep Cycle Battery Charger
Assuming that this guy I like a lot, starting from the face through the end look for the music style, I wonder: if we take the breath letting go and giving us the impetus to jump, what really happens? J
crediamoci and sing For now, the art is used to this and all that remains is more than enough reality.
wolf and I will swallow for your eyes, you confound
Change fate and do not turn around if I want
You have my hands, keep them still, you can now trust
I do not lose you ... maybe, maybe not ... (it is beautiful J )
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Electric Box Solution Level19
sailing above the water a bunch of roses, supported by the inertia of the wave mobile moving like a cloud in the sky in August. There was so much so that its bright colors could be touched, and impalpable ghost but it was incredible. As a testimony of God's little girl was sitting on the edge of the river, cuddle her bony knees cocked his head sideways to see a surprise bouquet of fresh flowers delivered by a slight current so much that lead who knows where. Perhaps the sea, he thought, he knew to be far away. Looked after him, the gentle rocking of heavenly flowers that, gradually, it became just a small red stain growing up to turn into a dot just imagined. Only then closed his eyes and opened them a little 'disappointed. The love song stopped suddenly as it had begun, when the roses disappeared from his view, and the day resumed the usual colors without any news. But then the water changed, became lace and increase their vitality. With arrogance pushed and whirled carrying with it a bridal veil white and soft. To the sea, he thought the child. The tulle disappeared very early and quickly became only a memory. The lullaby of love that she felt went only a little, to end up in anything like the bridal veil. For a moment the night seemed to resume its size, until a mild stroke followed by a splash heralded the appearance of a foot over the edge, almost at his feet. She was a bride's shoe, iridescent and decorated with a bright little button, whose heels struck the boulder with a dancer moves her closer. The child unconsciously moved toward that object which, unfortunately, already sailed away carried by the static force of the river sleeper. She stared at the shoe as if it were a revelation too soon silenced, a confidence that the world villain who hid as she could steal at least a little of his deepest secrets. The liner, stepped up to the waterfall, to fall and vanish into the depths of the sea. A new song vibrated el 'love was broken, even when he passed her a white dress with a groan from succumbing to the movements of the mighty river that flowed at his feet. Only then will the child understood and, sitting back in the moss covered rock just before he found himself playing with a strand of hair, still rebellious and indifferent childish love.
That night Gloria had known the story of a woman forsaken and alone, in the river, was freed of the agony of a broken love affair.
* * GiorgiaM
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images found on the net.
Monday, January 17, 2011
My Dogs Hgb Blood Test Is High
tender martlets This reminds me of Pippi, a blackbird that I collected after a storm, dying and without feathers. The warmed slowly with a hair dryer and learned to fly until imboccai
My Oovoo Doesnt Recognize My Camera
The kite flies in the world far away
flutters laughing on the lower floors to show
And to brag
The pollen reaches the smiles of our closed drops
Hidden under another oblivious to the close proximity
actually spits saliva by empty words and smiles turned off by dreams vanished
Then the kite rises slightly 'higher
and set her smile, turns off the color
but continues to fly solo
careful not to slam into the brick walls
Too real to be pleasant
But always very close
The sun is far
The kite flies and goes
Small and remote, there seems
now reached the height of heaven
is a fabulous butterfly
close to God
* * GiorgiaM
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Optical Migraines/herpes
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Lord Of The Flies Is Ralph Gay
A MESSAGE MARTA FOR YOU
¡¡¡FOR ALL OF YOU DEAR FRIENDS AND STAR OF U.S.!
HOLAAAA: DEAR FRIENDS STAR BLOG.
I'm so glad you VISIT OUR BLOG.
I give thanks to ALL.
OS GIFT and a picture of my dear, NINA Y PUPPY.
Pardon My ITALIAN.
Many kisses to all.
Marta, y Nina Puppy .... GRAZIEEEEEEEEEEEE
GRAZIEEEEE TO ALL OF YOU.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Shimano Sahara/ Fish Eagle 11
Bloons Ipod Pack 3 Walkthrough
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Can My Dog Catch My Herpes On My Lip
angel How strange is this: up is slim and sinuous ... without wings!
wears a bushy red hair on his head raised as if to reach heaven and jewelry, very heavy and beautiful, to hang from the lobes nearly as may the sin of pride to be an angel. This, however, bows his head.
has the topless and hiding her sex, yet the angels do not have sex within it nor hide her face to us poor mortals.
The angels are legendary, do not lead to sin so beautiful it can not be tempting. And having the wings.
This no.
Let us ask why.
"In eternal
I flew and heartened
Sung and consulate
A thousand souls I'd wipe away the tears
and countless hearts I cradled and soothed
To what
a clear night
the full Moon called me and pointed to a special being
suffering and tortured
It lit up his body and I absorb ' golden celestial
like ethereal and incorporeal
like Me
Moon urged me to join him
to shake his body and cancel ' anxiety
to cradle his sobs and absorb the smell
So much so that
Suddenly her dark eyes rose to look
shone countless tears that I gave
blowing in my clear face love never experienced before
charms giving me experience my senses
and his advice:
to love,
of being a woman
to let me whisper a musical voice
to sing while suffering, Ninna his pain is my light and consume only for him
While tortured to give up my wings of love
accepted.
took the field and became a real woman
Now I live for good gift and what I can
no longer and I lost my angel wings
suffer and I yearn for my man call me
if ever
although always
I'll have to wait. "
* * GiorgiaM
Image found in network
http://manuela-soriani.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-sempre-aste-della-settimana-12.html
Monday, January 3, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Que Es La Candida Monilia Anbicans
... I wish you 12 months of happiness
52 weekend of serenity ...
365 days of love ...
8760 hours of luck
525,600 minutes of success ...
31536000 seconds of friendship ..
and I would add a lifetime of good health