Saying goodbye is never easy.
Today we start preparing the farewell Mauri. The funeral mass was great, it felt very solemn in spite of the simplicity and austerity of our parish. Lourdes, Ana Lucia and Carolina arrived today from the United States. The mixture of pain and dislocation, shock and emptiness is unmatched in moments like this.
After Mass we have moved the wake of my grandmother's house. The experience of solidarity and charity that exists between neighbors, friends and family is rich. Even the smallest support or help is great and is valued as something we can not pay cash!
Tomorrow is the funeral if God permits, and finally give that goodbye Mauri's physical body. It's funny because for those who believe that this is only the beginning of a better life, we are sure that from heaven, and we have someone who cares for us and intercedes for us!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
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The miracle of life! Rest in peace
Today I woke from a short sleep. After four hours walking around in bed, thinking about returning to Tegucigalpa to come to the wake of my cousin, gave up the idea to rest. It is useless to close my eyes when someone wanted to be ahead of us ... the mind is spinning and as much as we want, we can not stop!
On my way to the bus station, I met a guy who lives by collecting cans and bottles plastic. A bike and several sacks last century are sufficient to do the job early. "Here I am good!" I said, "Tegucigalpa is my big for me, and I should" After listening I've been thoughtful about what is best and most convenient for me, considering that life is going in a "blink of eyes. " Still can not find the answer. Will there be a right? Several years of college are not enough to know what more I conveniene What is life but a long list of successes and failures, sad and happy moments, failed attempts and dreams realized?
And until I get the wake of Mauritius that I realize that life is going, fighting, falling, hurting. The last chapter is not necessarily happier and less painful, but the opposite. We can not decide or when or how to say goodbye. However, in this journey, we can work in the way we want to be remembered, in the difference we will make in the lives of others and the fruits we reap as a result (or that others may reap even when they have more time to see or realize.) Therein lies the miracle of life for me to open my eyes every day and get up with the firm intention to love and make a difference in what you owe. Only love for others, make sense of the struggles, sorrows, falling and suffering!
Today I woke from a short sleep. After four hours walking around in bed, thinking about returning to Tegucigalpa to come to the wake of my cousin, gave up the idea to rest. It is useless to close my eyes when someone wanted to be ahead of us ... the mind is spinning and as much as we want, we can not stop!
On my way to the bus station, I met a guy who lives by collecting cans and bottles plastic. A bike and several sacks last century are sufficient to do the job early. "Here I am good!" I said, "Tegucigalpa is my big for me, and I should" After listening I've been thoughtful about what is best and most convenient for me, considering that life is going in a "blink of eyes. " Still can not find the answer. Will there be a right? Several years of college are not enough to know what more I conveniene What is life but a long list of successes and failures, sad and happy moments, failed attempts and dreams realized?
And until I get the wake of Mauritius that I realize that life is going, fighting, falling, hurting. The last chapter is not necessarily happier and less painful, but the opposite. We can not decide or when or how to say goodbye. However, in this journey, we can work in the way we want to be remembered, in the difference we will make in the lives of others and the fruits we reap as a result (or that others may reap even when they have more time to see or realize.) Therein lies the miracle of life for me to open my eyes every day and get up with the firm intention to love and make a difference in what you owe. Only love for others, make sense of the struggles, sorrows, falling and suffering!
Friday, May 20, 2011
Why Does Oatmeal Make My Stomach Hurt?
Mauricio Orellana
I have no words and my throat chokes when trying to articulate. I'm in the hotel room in Ceiba, thinking I could enjoy the Carnival to be held tomorrow. Ceiba I arrived just today with 3 friends on vacation plans for the weekend. Once again my plans have been thwarted by Divine Providence. God commands, period. The Almighty always has the last word. My cousin Mauricio Orellana, has just died and for 3 minutes I have called from Tegucigalpa to give me the news. I've been staring at the screen of my blackberry and not think about anything. How explain this feeling so strong and unexpected? You can not. I feel I fall short and will remain so for some time. Again the image of my father deceased for more than 4 years, out of nowhere! And then imagine my mother, just imagine, without saying anything. I think the two and in love with my brothers that you had to Mauri. I think about the fragility of life, much more fragile than a spider web. Then come the memories of Ana Lucia and Lourdes Carol, daughters and wife, respectively, who currently reside in the United States. I think the battle we are fighting humans when we are leaving this world, this time to decide on which one or nothing can help us, and my body twitches. God Only one, totally alone in this special meeting, expected by many but not "notice" forever. The moment when our souls return to their Creator! Would it be like? I still believe and my gaze is lost in the void, did not determine my 3 friends I have a pair. They do not know what to say, to handle the situation is not within their list of options. On the other hand I do not know what to do ... will be up tomorrow when you take the first bus back to Tegucigalpa. Today my cousin is out of the house of the Father, and this will be marked forever in my heart, until the same way when my time is fulfilled, can again to see him again.
I have no words and my throat chokes when trying to articulate. I'm in the hotel room in Ceiba, thinking I could enjoy the Carnival to be held tomorrow. Ceiba I arrived just today with 3 friends on vacation plans for the weekend. Once again my plans have been thwarted by Divine Providence. God commands, period. The Almighty always has the last word. My cousin Mauricio Orellana, has just died and for 3 minutes I have called from Tegucigalpa to give me the news. I've been staring at the screen of my blackberry and not think about anything. How explain this feeling so strong and unexpected? You can not. I feel I fall short and will remain so for some time. Again the image of my father deceased for more than 4 years, out of nowhere! And then imagine my mother, just imagine, without saying anything. I think the two and in love with my brothers that you had to Mauri. I think about the fragility of life, much more fragile than a spider web. Then come the memories of Ana Lucia and Lourdes Carol, daughters and wife, respectively, who currently reside in the United States. I think the battle we are fighting humans when we are leaving this world, this time to decide on which one or nothing can help us, and my body twitches. God Only one, totally alone in this special meeting, expected by many but not "notice" forever. The moment when our souls return to their Creator! Would it be like? I still believe and my gaze is lost in the void, did not determine my 3 friends I have a pair. They do not know what to say, to handle the situation is not within their list of options. On the other hand I do not know what to do ... will be up tomorrow when you take the first bus back to Tegucigalpa. Today my cousin is out of the house of the Father, and this will be marked forever in my heart, until the same way when my time is fulfilled, can again to see him again.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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Pause
Enmedio the stifling routine and the desire to find a quiet space, make this break, writing a few lines (maybe more) in this blog, which is threatened daily by the popular FaceBook.
I write and share more with those who take the trouble to read me, but I can not find the time. Never before had come to believe that it requires "time" special for writing, so far! I pick up the habit and to dedicate a few lines per day to my "first cyberspace."
It rains in May and finally have been felt in the capital, a blessing for many and bad omens for others, especially for those living in vulnerable areas. At work, sales have been down, and sometimes it seems that the efforts and the "inventions" to see how we sell more, are in vain ... that's the reason why sales are not for everyone ! At home, things have been good, my mother is visiting for more than 2 weeks. Tomorrow, God willing, we returned to Peña Blanca. My younger brother Gabriel and is in her last class of the Masters Program in Economics and Olban, who follows me is about to marry in 2 months. Me what I can say? I wish the story would not be limited to work, so I must admit that this year I've been a bit more involved with my community affairs Neocatechumenal in the parish to attend. I remember my father so much through this service and devotion to others (whether they like it or not do work for the Church). This denial of self and one's own desires, has enabled me to grow and mature a lot! However, much remains to be done and better! In 85 days I will be traveling to Spain to attend the World Youth Day and in the process will take the visit to "Old World" to visit some friends. This weekend I hope to rest and change routine in the North Coast ... so my next post will be more visual than written.
Until next time!
PS: The picture was taken while I share my first and only visit to the "Cayos Cochinos" in the Honduran Caribbean coast.
Enmedio the stifling routine and the desire to find a quiet space, make this break, writing a few lines (maybe more) in this blog, which is threatened daily by the popular FaceBook.
I write and share more with those who take the trouble to read me, but I can not find the time. Never before had come to believe that it requires "time" special for writing, so far! I pick up the habit and to dedicate a few lines per day to my "first cyberspace."
It rains in May and finally have been felt in the capital, a blessing for many and bad omens for others, especially for those living in vulnerable areas. At work, sales have been down, and sometimes it seems that the efforts and the "inventions" to see how we sell more, are in vain ... that's the reason why sales are not for everyone ! At home, things have been good, my mother is visiting for more than 2 weeks. Tomorrow, God willing, we returned to Peña Blanca. My younger brother Gabriel and is in her last class of the Masters Program in Economics and Olban, who follows me is about to marry in 2 months. Me what I can say? I wish the story would not be limited to work, so I must admit that this year I've been a bit more involved with my community affairs Neocatechumenal in the parish to attend. I remember my father so much through this service and devotion to others (whether they like it or not do work for the Church). This denial of self and one's own desires, has enabled me to grow and mature a lot! However, much remains to be done and better! In 85 days I will be traveling to Spain to attend the World Youth Day and in the process will take the visit to "Old World" to visit some friends. This weekend I hope to rest and change routine in the North Coast ... so my next post will be more visual than written.
Until next time!
PS: The picture was taken while I share my first and only visit to the "Cayos Cochinos" in the Honduran Caribbean coast.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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Mapocho
Leaning forward, tie your shoes with nervous speed. Wants to leave as soon as possible there. I recently realized that hates being in the center. True, he wanted. He wanted to be the center of attention. Loved, respected, even envied. But no. It really was not his desire. He just wanted a shelter. Or more than a refuge, someone to seek refuge. Among such a multitude that followed him, should have someone fulfill this mission. But despite searching and searching, the crowd always blocked his path and filled with hypocritical praise. Not a good life based on happiness superfluous evidence. True happiness is silent and imperceptible. It moves slowly and will not ever ...
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
What Fruit Contains 383 Nanograms Of Melatonin
unexpected benefits - why not write?
Meanwhile job I've had in these 2 months of 2011, I have forgotten this space. I always claim it without doing anything about it! I can not but feel a certain degree of shame, as it is always possible to pause daily or more, if I may propose. Today
looking for what shows on me Google search, I've realized the benefits that brings personal experiences, especially painful. The truth is that many people do not know, you benefit from our experiences.
In my particular case, sharing about my surgery CTS (Carpal Tunnel Syndrome) has been rewarding and has helped others:
http://www.laneros.com/archive / index.php/t-141041.html
This link shows the user comments V3NOM:
"Yesterday I had surgery. ... simple really very little pain, of course I'm taking too DolEx. Greetings
.
Writing with la izquierda, hay un post de alguien que resume todo lo vivido ayer... http://irina-orellana.blogspot.com/2008/08/ciruga-de-tunel-carpiano.html Fireman que bueno que le haya ido bien.
Eso corrije totalmente el problema? Trae algunas consecuencias mas?
Voy a leer el articulo que dejaste, las cicatrices se ven miedosas xD
Cuideselas del sol para que no le queden feas parce, suerte con eso"
Como nota adicional, quiero comentar que Gracias a Dios, mi mano se encuentra en perfecto estado. La cicatriz se nota muy poco y el dolor practicamente desapareció!
Les comparto una fotografía tomada el día de hoy:
Meanwhile job I've had in these 2 months of 2011, I have forgotten this space. I always claim it without doing anything about it! I can not but feel a certain degree of shame, as it is always possible to pause daily or more, if I may propose. Today
looking for what shows on me Google search, I've realized the benefits that brings personal experiences, especially painful. The truth is that many people do not know, you benefit from our experiences.
In my particular case, sharing about my surgery CTS (Carpal Tunnel Syndrome) has been rewarding and has helped others:
http://www.laneros.com/archive / index.php/t-141041.html
This link shows the user comments V3NOM:
"Yesterday I had surgery. ... simple really very little pain, of course I'm taking too DolEx. Greetings
.
Writing with la izquierda, hay un post de alguien que resume todo lo vivido ayer... http://irina-orellana.blogspot.com/2008/08/ciruga-de-tunel-carpiano.html Fireman que bueno que le haya ido bien.
Eso corrije totalmente el problema? Trae algunas consecuencias mas?
Voy a leer el articulo que dejaste, las cicatrices se ven miedosas xD
Cuideselas del sol para que no le queden feas parce, suerte con eso"
Como nota adicional, quiero comentar que Gracias a Dios, mi mano se encuentra en perfecto estado. La cicatriz se nota muy poco y el dolor practicamente desapareció!
Les comparto una fotografía tomada el día de hoy:
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
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A king for 5 minutes ...
turned off the alarm rang promptly at 7:00 pm. And 5 minutes, 5 minutes were enough to feel like a king, no worries, no responsibilities. An hour and 15 minutes later, head down, get reprimanded by his boss for being late. Despite that had a stupid grin. He was a king. For 5 minutes, it felt like a sovereign ...
turned off the alarm rang promptly at 7:00 pm. And 5 minutes, 5 minutes were enough to feel like a king, no worries, no responsibilities. An hour and 15 minutes later, head down, get reprimanded by his boss for being late. Despite that had a stupid grin. He was a king. For 5 minutes, it felt like a sovereign ...
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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Without words! 2010 Moments to treasure!
I give space to the images that will be reflected in the history: 2010 has been a year full of blessings, many more than expected and desired. The Lord has done great over this year! Thanks
family, my life would be without you! Friends, I want heaps, hopefully continue to share in 2011!
I continue with this summary still photo ... I miss friends who also shared memorable moments!
I give space to the images that will be reflected in the history: 2010 has been a year full of blessings, many more than expected and desired. The Lord has done great over this year! Thanks
family, my life would be without you! Friends, I want heaps, hopefully continue to share in 2011!
I continue with this summary still photo ... I miss friends who also shared memorable moments!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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The Wealth of Life!
"I do not pretend to have no ship or aircraft as other artists, my glory is to be with friends." Mercedes Sosa
Every time I write and update this space reconsider the name you chose for it. I think that being in direct and indirect contact with so much suffering, pain, burdens, worries and negative experiences in a country like Honduras, challenges my perception about life. For many compatriots, life is not smiles and is very far from being beautiful. However, despite all the evils themselves and others, today more than ever, I believe that life is beautiful and worth living! Also know that life is not rosy, but no, it stops being beautiful!
As beautiful as the shared experience with my best friends for a couple of days! How can we not be glad about the visit of Lis, who was 11 years do not enter your home? How not to celebrate his return and the joy of yours?
2010 is a positive ending balance in my personal. No material I have everything wanted, but God has blessed me enormously with the friendship of wonderful people, who have put color to my gray days and my bad mood at times! Like Mercedes Sosa "La Negra", I can give "Thanks to life which has given me so much" while stating that "... my glory to be with friends!"
Monday, November 1, 2010
What Shall I Call My Boat?
memory could wash with bleach ...
Today heat hit really hard. He recalled that inspiring summer full of music. But the dry heat of the ideas went dry. Very nostalgic today. That nostalgia cloudy day. He said to himself: "It is December," "In December this shit is over." But arrive late December. Today it was agreed that hate with a grudge was sick. I hated to continue its essence "on it. But it was lost. Those memories will not go away ever. You may remain stored in the attic of memory and capping with new experiences. But always there at your fingertips.
What to do with this? How to live with the idiot with the same joy that he used to be happy?
Apparently it was time to be more honest, stand up to this new being and say a shy, but surely:
"I like you" ...
Today heat hit really hard. He recalled that inspiring summer full of music. But the dry heat of the ideas went dry. Very nostalgic today. That nostalgia cloudy day. He said to himself: "It is December," "In December this shit is over." But arrive late December. Today it was agreed that hate with a grudge was sick. I hated to continue its essence "on it. But it was lost. Those memories will not go away ever. You may remain stored in the attic of memory and capping with new experiences. But always there at your fingertips.
What to do with this? How to live with the idiot with the same joy that he used to be happy?
Apparently it was time to be more honest, stand up to this new being and say a shy, but surely:
"I like you" ...
Friday, October 29, 2010
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curse of the High Sky ...
The universe, as in cahoots with this guy. All micro-old agreed to ask the seat. All dogs were organized to cagarle the road every 5 meters. All traffic lights were synchronized to change to red when he arrived. The 1 st guitar string just decided to cut when he played this tune is so fond. The neighbor flaite just chose this day to shoot the power lines and just cut the light in your home (the only house without light).
already decided to die, Funa rotten with the universe, known the warning beep. A message on the mobile. A message from her. A sketch smile on it. Just coincided when the sun rose in Santiago.
The universe, as in cahoots with this guy. All micro-old agreed to ask the seat. All dogs were organized to cagarle the road every 5 meters. All traffic lights were synchronized to change to red when he arrived. The 1 st guitar string just decided to cut when he played this tune is so fond. The neighbor flaite just chose this day to shoot the power lines and just cut the light in your home (the only house without light).
already decided to die, Funa rotten with the universe, known the warning beep. A message on the mobile. A message from her. A sketch smile on it. Just coincided when the sun rose in Santiago.
Friday, October 22, 2010
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Dreams! Music
Boy: Mom, I have a dream.
Mother: And what is that dream?
Boy: I want to create a rock opera. I want to be the protagonist. Wearing bizarre, have dancers, singers, jugglers, all!
Mother: But do it!
Boy: Is that just requires a lot of money, advertising and so on. Now I'm a poor devil more.
Mother: If this idea in your head gesture is because it already exists. Maybe. You have the talent. Silver matters. The most difficult thing and get over it.
Boy: And what's so difficult that it exceeded?
Mother: stand in front of me and say "I want to do it."
Boy: Mom, I have a dream.
Mother: And what is that dream?
Boy: I want to create a rock opera. I want to be the protagonist. Wearing bizarre, have dancers, singers, jugglers, all!
Mother: But do it!
Boy: Is that just requires a lot of money, advertising and so on. Now I'm a poor devil more.
Mother: If this idea in your head gesture is because it already exists. Maybe. You have the talent. Silver matters. The most difficult thing and get over it.
Boy: And what's so difficult that it exceeded?
Mother: stand in front of me and say "I want to do it."
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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to atone ... Santiago
He lights a cigarette, casually. Walk a few steps. He struggles on (it is usual for him). It does, but by halves. No one cares. Take the guitar. Reluctantly, as if it were a punishment, the tunes and plays one or two nonsense line. Look at the sky. A little cloudy but very cool. With more reluctance, remembers. With much reluctance takes the notebook. With total reluctantly writes a song. With total happiness and with the butt of cigarette burns the paper. Forget the song. The miss her ...
He lights a cigarette, casually. Walk a few steps. He struggles on (it is usual for him). It does, but by halves. No one cares. Take the guitar. Reluctantly, as if it were a punishment, the tunes and plays one or two nonsense line. Look at the sky. A little cloudy but very cool. With more reluctance, remembers. With much reluctance takes the notebook. With total reluctantly writes a song. With total happiness and with the butt of cigarette burns the paper. Forget the song. The miss her ...
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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may be another city, if you want
Today I went to look for my school go back to Providence. A processed relatively quickly. So fast, that is not justified all the time spent traveling to that place. Once the permit application, I get to the Metro Salvador, over the pass again and I stop in front of the turnstile. "What if ...". "It would be good ...". And before you get to challenge any form of reasoning, I ran into the park, take a deep breath and began my journey.
Today I went to look for my school go back to Providence. A processed relatively quickly. So fast, that is not justified all the time spent traveling to that place. Once the permit application, I get to the Metro Salvador, over the pass again and I stop in front of the turnstile. "What if ...". "It would be good ...". And before you get to challenge any form of reasoning, I ran into the park, take a deep breath and began my journey.
Santiago is cloudy after endieciochados spring and endless days. Someone would say "One of those gloomy days." For me, a great day for introspection. I started walking the trails to Seminary Avenue Providence, and I realized how fast you walk (with respect to the other characters walking around). There, I said "On the ridge, I became another victim of Progress." With great effort, walk slowly, I put all the volume MP3 and lost myself in another James.
really was another James. The images did not coincide with the sensations and sounds. With a good soundtrack, my trip was magical. Crossing had already done a thousand times. But this was different. I was impressed that I found peace in a place with honking, buses, engines, people running, etc. I did not no bills and had reached the great obelisk of Balmaceda, another crazy visionary, victims of progress. Arrive at Forest Park. My Parque Forestal. Shelter. Cradle of love and heartache. Also I found different. Broad, misty, lonely and melancholy. Walk even slower. The pigeons did not flee from me. It was part of them. The park. The music started up in shrillness and a climax of memories, past feelings, smells and tastes. I was in the clouds, drugged, ecstatic. And in a bit of awareness among the sandstone known as Forest Park, was drawing a heart, a lonely lonely heart made by any hand. Here I felt exploited. Was no longer alone. Suddenly, people came from all sides. Life gave me a chance to live.
already satisfied, I ran to the whereabouts and take the first bus that caught.
Luckily was coming to my house ...
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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Even without the sun ....
And is gone, the vain, sir, alerted by a cry at night, to meet her, and well-known destination. In fact, he liked the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to hell for a while ...
And is gone, the vain, sir, alerted by a cry at night, to meet her, and well-known destination. In fact, he liked the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to hell for a while ...
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
How Many Calories Are In A Brownie With Frosting
confess that I'm still alive ...
usually happens at certain times (to me this happening very often), one "not" present. Personal existence is reduced to a mere shadow ghost, who does not receive anything. That does not answer anything. Just walk. No stops. Do not know where it goes. He does not care if it rains or if it cleared. Neither the lights were fixed. Thanks to some divine mercy, save unharmed these multiple machines that crowd the capital. Just want to escape. The university as temporary refuge, but soon gets bored of makeshift hiding place and begins to walk. The truth that the only thing that motivates him to be in those pastures, is that right around the corner, easy drinking rich coffee machine. Just platitudes and fleeting happiness. But hey, it's better than being caged. But the cages and shackles are business entities. Collude and usually arrive in droves. Wait for the Phantom to stop and Pafff!, He is caught. The poor spectrum, without arms or courage to confront, give up your gruesome attack and is reduced to a tiny molecule.
But was not always so. That miserable molecule, in better times, was a proud and haughty Lord. Boastful and pompous. Nobody discouraged. Cry with despots, mesmerized the masses, with enchanting charisma. He surrounded himself, as he supposed, of reliable and true friends. Also believed "to have" a devoted wife by his side. But he was wrong. All your dream kingdom were but chimeras, outputs mother, who never existed. Everything you went to shit. His boundless confidence was a whore mother and stay there, the VII molecule, it reduced to a molecule and many more ....
usually happens at certain times (to me this happening very often), one "not" present. Personal existence is reduced to a mere shadow ghost, who does not receive anything. That does not answer anything. Just walk. No stops. Do not know where it goes. He does not care if it rains or if it cleared. Neither the lights were fixed. Thanks to some divine mercy, save unharmed these multiple machines that crowd the capital. Just want to escape. The university as temporary refuge, but soon gets bored of makeshift hiding place and begins to walk. The truth that the only thing that motivates him to be in those pastures, is that right around the corner, easy drinking rich coffee machine. Just platitudes and fleeting happiness. But hey, it's better than being caged. But the cages and shackles are business entities. Collude and usually arrive in droves. Wait for the Phantom to stop and Pafff!, He is caught. The poor spectrum, without arms or courage to confront, give up your gruesome attack and is reduced to a tiny molecule.
But was not always so. That miserable molecule, in better times, was a proud and haughty Lord. Boastful and pompous. Nobody discouraged. Cry with despots, mesmerized the masses, with enchanting charisma. He surrounded himself, as he supposed, of reliable and true friends. Also believed "to have" a devoted wife by his side. But he was wrong. All your dream kingdom were but chimeras, outputs mother, who never existed. Everything you went to shit. His boundless confidence was a whore mother and stay there, the VII molecule, it reduced to a molecule and many more ....
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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Only, who play guitar ...
He wanted to stop the rain, but their hands were not enough. It only remains to write another stupid song kill all the excitement.
He wanted to stop the rain, but their hands were not enough. It only remains to write another stupid song kill all the excitement.
She can not get across the station, with its magnificent pride. He does not see her train forgot to return, now have to walk.
He breathes twirling her around, not enough words. She supposed to have under his control, leaves Suspended ...
Thursday, September 16, 2010
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