Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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Back To You. Cara


you I love you like nobody loved you. I say this with particular security. With the imagination of traveling to get back to you.
To get back to you:
in parallel. Perpendicular. To get back to you on the line that is. Still something different, something we do not know, something that does not exist in any universe. With all your arms. With all that fill my kisses your neck. Failure to tears halfway, take to the weight of colors in the vertebrae. My life without a break open your life.

To get back to you:
eat in the same table three, four, five. Which you and I multiply. No percent. No per thousand. For names like the know.
A meaningless. In a sense. Throughout your body that was lost in my imagination.

To get back to you:
fingers piano.com As the winter in Paris. As the men killed. Sure.

you I love you like nobody loved you.

Monday, December 7, 2009

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something.


Everyone faces something. Whether to use a Panama hat. We have all shared a couch in a house somewhere in our face about something. Dog face. Slimy face. Clown face. Mine is and I miss you face.
We all have seen in my underwear. We all danced in his underwear.

find nothing in my backpack. Makes me want to throw my passport, I feel like to become the second line of my Moleskine. My face
something. It is no dog. Neither horse. Is expensive and I miss you. My backpack is a mess.

My face is in pain. Pain in the middle. My face is another clown like stray dog \u200b\u200bwhen I think I love you forever, We were in France that's not much time.
My face is different when I miss you already. My face does not change when the pain returns. I have pain medio.Yo face is something that does not wear a hat. Everyone

face of something Mine, the slimy-faced, is that I also get when you are viewing.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

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My favorite night.


are those nights where I understand nothing. Makes me want to die of cold, do not stop kissing. Not off you. Of feeling. Are those nights where I could die of cold, cold more than I could die for you. Of the desire I have for you. The constant is no way off of you. In live you all hours in this city is ours, although you do not like, and I can not stop walking and to rediscover.
Paris
You are my favorite. You are my favorite God. You're my favorite kiss. My favorite night.

are those nights where you left eyebrow is hanging in the air. Where black birds appear to me in the corners of the matches. Nights

intermediate. Reason. Principles. Nights where I walk with the road and collided with all our illusions.
are those nights where you are my favorite Paris. You are my favorite God. You're my favorite kiss. My favorite night.

I still want you to die or die of cold.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

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With all my strength. Ballet


I will say that I love with all my might, until you love me with all of yours. Until you burn. I will love you with all my strength, until someone can write it in other hands, as long as yours.
I will love you until I check in your bed. In today do not sleep. Until I check on you and people will confuse me.
I'll say until you get sick. Until you burn, and repeat and repeat it, because it is. Fifty

nights are not many or few. Are required to love you with all my strength becomes constant. Until 2012 or 2350. Until we can finish this time. Until it drops a meteor, God dies.

I will tell the next seat, I love you with all my strength. I can not think of a better talk to your skin. Best keep quiet and I love you with all my strength so that when I do not think you know. So when you grow up in the gaps of love, and love you with all my strength, be sure to be.

Friday, December 4, 2009

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I can not do anything about your past. But I can take all beers of the fridge. Are not timely. Not in Vienna. Not in Paris. These nowhere, taking all my ends. The part I really am. The part you think. The party that I think. That is not memory. Is not that what you are.

I can take all the beer in the fridge. Fetch them as the prizes are those of Coca Cola. My nights are your evenings. Cut my eyes, your eyes half open, with all of your precautions. I

result, generally, I find. None of this is planned, it has no exits or entrances. We are a language. A world without ghosts of seconds.

do you do with the sadness that is?

dirt undo as nails. No re-think of it as the street lights reflecting on the walls than it already was.

Not in Vienna. Not in Paris. Not in the photos of the Opera, which tonight features a ballet company.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

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Today there I like.


I am sure that I would prefer if you were me. Not in the morning when I see little. Again, my evening is your night. Now. When I have no more getting around the room and rub your eye because they do not see anyone. Do not see you.

Now, while browsing an Arabic dictionary. As I look into other dimensions. to
Now that I realize that your name is static to the lyrical. Now that time no them.

I would like more now. now I can not kiss your eyes and I have to carve mine.

now. I can not ask if I like to sleep with me. You like it?

I like both. I like you and me distracted for a moment. I like you. I like cross-legged in ourselves. I would prefer if now, ahoritita, were with me.

Now that I have with whom to share the cheese. Now that you're not enough.
are not enough because I afford to rub the eye. I forget that I would prefer if you were with me now.

I like always. Since children. I would prefer if you were me right now ahoritita.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

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I love you with all my strength.


The challenge is to let you sleep. In not stop repeating that I love with all my strength. I go to see the crucified Christ. When I go back is to love you with all my strength.

The hard not to want to love someone else for vanity, for sport, to love again with all my strength. I see your shoulders when you're flipped. The hard part is that I do not turn your back. Give your eyebrows and your right leg. Better yet, give me your eyebrows, your legs. All your veins. Change it for love you with all my strength. With all the pressing matters that I have left, not many or few. I still necessary.

The difficulty is not in me to pass his hands over his head, believing you in your natural body. Seeing a whole. The hard part is believing that God brought you and the world.
To know that we are not separate or by thought. Scallops


how empty orange armchair without you.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

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The night here is earliest.


I wanted to think you as I walk. I wanted to think in the near future. What else do you say? These beautiful, that hopefully can continue sleeping with you so far in life. Neither you nor I have slept.
I love you with all my strength. I love when I add my hours alone.
Of all these times makes my day. Yours?

I tell you when you close your eyes: I love you with all my strength. It is good to repeat things, but I love you with all my strength.
Sometimes you despair, the anxiety you're feeling like the sound of the street through the windows closed, unintentionally, by nature. because it is.
I look to see if these where you leave the time we met. It was not long ago. Perhaps I exaggerate.
long can I see? We must seize the day. No where most hours alone. Of others. Of the cold or making noises that get naturally in the windows closed. Of the evenings and think of you as I walk Kleber.

Then at night, but here is early, I go to bed. You hold me without realizing it.