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one more (notebooks 5)

not fully awaken

let the dream still burning

in the early morning cobwebs

the cold (the dew)

just left on the jacaranda

hjas

this

balcony overlooking the street some

God knows

music. Crepe qie yes also surprised its makers that have gone.

Remains, that if all that aroused in us, with us, your claim, sometimes angry. Their are over.

blessed Souls, kneel I

Tanning the skin or filaments of the rope taut. Everything on hold. Or disclosure.

No more.

This morning, the warm sun of February we still illuminating, giving peace. February

and gives us some absences

(will be called)

daily

or final (depending on the damage, the edge of the knife that we snatched)

Perfect picture of reality,

we know can not be seen more

with pins with tweezers.

How Do U Make A Homemade Penus

cuadrenos (four)

in late October, the dream ended with the first meet someone, imagining Midori. Recognized me and told me that if I liked walking fodongo. She was very elegant, very well groomed.

In another dream, once again, Lourdes and Jorge again. An unknown location, and family. As always.

Before the weekend, elusive, slippery. Little to do, in fact (or complain) because, well, the emotional and intellectual gap, there was the promise of Serrat.
100x100: reality, embrace, the warmth of intimacy.

Awakening 35 ans sentence with a life, a life. 35 years is a lifetime. Or, the lives that fit in that span.

So it should start the week.

Fandango well.

The return of a friend.

replays on Wednesday.

If I Pregnant How Long I Feel Pulse In My Stomach

notebooks (three)

begin
veintici8nco years later, this newspaper
What is missing, like the dreams that we did not, or not even reach to rebuild, remember, it is up to us. It is not matter for now.
matter, in any case, what might germinate, as in a fist, what remains, cereal, nourish the blood which is flooding and defining, with their beat, with its presecia, with their ink, viscose continuity, soft agony.
Every morning you open the book of things passed and the unprecedented circumstances, despite the usual, rituals and endless repetitions of the im age of the water hitting your face, or the effervescent need the touch of the fibers on the body, sometimes naked, after a steamy encounter with crystal clarity, or the most stubborn dark joy, the sweat, the mine site.
What we find, then, is the perfect ineditez or ineditud, our own fault of our own excess. No more and no less is required to continue saying so I move, or so I think about the other, which accompanies my voice, my circunsancia, my emptiness.
The first time, then I left, for all the bed-tent, custom, repeated ad nauseam, of being a child, tied to nothing but anecdotal twinkling eyes, being in a rhythm, sleep pat . And meet, suddenly, there is a fire cn a daily basis to renew, together, together, because that would be and then and thereafter, you and I, accompanied the body, the extensiveness of me with accurate your mirror, a you with my surroundings, my adjective, my presence a'm in front of your multi, multicolored, changing flame indispensable for all the days that follow, we are missing, fill us.
To want or not, have you near, do in the company, the duration of sleep or the reality of the projects.
Already have a home to feed, clothe and multiple walls, the house we'd keep for a few months, the incandescent, unique, first time for everyday memories. Those who gave us the choice of perspectives (the side where you sleep, the space being left your stuff, and the vast enormity of the equipment, and the sounds and the fabrics and the vials of tastes, scents, preferences, remnants, which populate stage, adventure, the bellicose truce, of a life together, for the pleasure of being. corroborating promises made (and made) weeks, months, when you said, advocating that we were not bored nucna (rather than us always going to have fun.)
March 14, 2010

write

wish I could say the last time. Stripped of ghosts that follow others. Perhaps concentrate on the woman who heads a black and white film, while running the sixties, or siquietra before his eyes, but against the cigarette smoke distillate by pressing and holding, complacent, as we look and give the reason for a reflection. Perhaps

to write a world or to uncover precise, the evocation of a moment. That's what it would be, nothing more, the fruition of the word. Evoke

perhaps places around the stubborn dream or waking. Picking while sipping the right words to say some of his staunch stubbornness, his willingness to blue things difficult. As a fresh

the wall over the question of small circumstances of one's life, connected on huge tapestries or bulky carpet dotted with what each day gives us, in tabular form musical sound or flashing (the wealth or the single market pass to the façades in a humid afternoon, TANC backplate of the house of one) all mixed with the brightness of the corner that intersects with the white of a wall exist.

not asking for anything other pens award-winning air. Restricted to having one's own reach. And give gloss or wallow in their opacity. To this are the words that one must wrest from the palette that holds in one hand while dressed with the imagination that must go like this picture reveals that draws indelible piano runs that tape before breaking into the voice hearing harmonious murmurs phrases in a language that could be wood, and water; fortress protecting a port or simple boat, passing the night oscillating reflecting on its rough surface, a white disk, almost perfect.

Nothing more, while dreaming. Perhaps the placidity of the meeting, so like the caress of love cial under a translucent lamp, mute, whose filament melts and covers rolling blanket of pits, the bodies delivered to each other, to transform the essence in sighs and groans, White and whispery, string vociferous crowd awakened by sounds plaintive qeu timber containing them and guide them.

Mustitar the end, the calm of the notes building a cathedral to the sounds that emerge from those two bodies exhausted, sweaty, confused, who keep their pain for other watches, other lienzoa.

Undated apparent.

(footnote: weird things happened: the original text, and restored, erased, then add the snap undated; and ad hoc search for two images). was, for now, for some, send an email with the addition of texts that can be combined and printed with these images. just trying to recover a moment of clarity to accompany other writing lulls. was, then, in March 1910, look no more, 2011)


eleven twenty things

Soft Cervix During Menses

notebooks (two)

originally

is a notebook of psychology, nothing to do with me

¿4?

Wednesday recounting the most memorable moments of the week, two of them memorable and one of them, say, unpleasant, at least on the surface.

verdfadera Friendship, first and foremost, as a sum of cash ointment affections and pains of the soul. Rediscover a place and a provision almost forgotten. The time, in return, to help the Olovo and as a force that can do everything to restore, strengthen. Trees ueden be forgotten bosu Love from the work and love in another stage of life.and the pleasure of sharing the mood, the discoveries, the most guarded.

And what seems in the end, the two experiences: the widespread embrace (my family is your family) continuity of affection forever symbolized by the open arms of grateful and smiling father's friend.

The word resume (rzuma) memories and experiences as usual, as love kitchen work, for the sake of love a grandchild. And the vigorous environment of food, loving and careful preparation.

the end, or at the beginning. Or rather, ennmedio of these two auspicious moments, bittersweet gangrene misunderstandings or just deaf ears. A week of anxiety about the results, say, organic, uncertain of finding a huge pàranmo hisotria in a country lelno, we DICD, resource, where patches of oil have been drawing their destination. The urgent call, urgent, on Saturday night. Reminder: Tenenmos morning we go to talk. Morning before we left, at eight o'clock .. L to senación end of a slope, which reopened on Thursday, mid-morning. Interestingly, from Cuba.

In any case, Wednesday is the summary of what would be, say, a dramatic scene in a theatrical canvas that still does not light, not paint. Is the slope (one week before) O'Neill. Her strength, her inciciva and painful look at the facts of a past life ...

not know then as a header, which way to go and what kind

path taken

not know, even if you follow along, or stop at the numbers, or forced cigos points of continuity, or desaqzón. Not knowing whether to invade multiform rocks uneasiness, or simply require the sky, sky, the likely ways to save the night the day, try.

emergency will end soon, I have heard many times, with many, different emphasis. But the wait continues. HNO

COPM have any idea of \u200b\u200bwhen, how much will have been the last out.

feel the pain every day, nwhile notes with reluctance, the exit row in a supermarket with sixteen possibilities (cases) and only five actually funcioanndo. No further. Never did need more, no more are needed, though Friday, although it has been two weeks, although there is some celebration in door.

The only recent lesson has to do with the spell (so to speak) of English words (spelling)

Being in doubt until the stories are recreated, not invent swe.

create, think, ystatar something that really trivial, is another, different.

Fill the spaces, giving consistency

Abrrlos

sleep to wakefulness

Opening

Willing to seguirhyasta the end, until the last breath

think that the other might be interested

other parameters have the valve open as possible and flood the lake defined (the innermost)

Out of the doubt with a bit sóplño desestabilizadoer air on a bag, left, brown paper

The brown paper in contraposiciónm to sleep pl'stico sububano of American Beauty. History in the making, sendo kidding with pain and blind impotencia.l

What we aspire to Sodom and

In the first instance, to understand at once what he said with a weak solution, just outlined by the very short

lucid moments

Tomorrow will be more tomorrow morning

always toujours demain

And nothing else. Just a notion, a muddy knowledge, or awareness. Let

possibilities to reach its peak of elasticity, last hopes of

Let the white powder, innocuous, drop, leave your