Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Bushnell 3200 Sight In

The breath of a room mirror my

I get up from a bed of petals, I leave a room that smells of flowers, breathing like a man, flying in the air and who knows where the wind takes you.
I get from this kingdom ruled by the humble eyes, to be imbued with love hearts, protected by strong hands, united in simple gestures, intended to collect drops of truth.
I walk away from this house for a walk in sister looking for me.
I stand with the features of the warrior and the heart of a fairy, with my sword and my shield; a step, then another, as I observe with sadness that painting and everything is trembling around me.
I move away from what I have always loved you, from everything that I groped for the road, to find my way, a street with a heart.
Even with pain I've seen, up there in the mountains, the soul of this woman to feel lost, afraid to fail. Today my eyes have removed the roots from a haven of harmony, but now my weak voice say goodbye to this beauty and I pray that may rise again.
Thank you all for everything you have learned donarmi.Grazie to Madeleine and her dream.
With love will carry you in my heart.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Watch Gakkou No Kaidan Movie



I do not know why, but sometimes I look at you and my heart smiles
I do not know why, but sometimes I look at you and wonder why,
sometimes I look at you and full of simplicity.
I do not know why, but every time I look, I see myself, I can see my reflection breathing, keep my life.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

On My Period And Burns To Pee



you talk about my eager hands that would hold a hug. Write
stirrings of desire, slip through trails of smoke and write your name in the sky as if trying to imprint words on the windows steamed up.
startled my soul, overflowing with joy and I, bathed in its redundant power, I leave it to her sighs.
I lie in silence and dream while keeping colors in my hand, my body flies.
Your voice echoes, but light sustains me, with me and dance with my heart.
I find myself sitting in the dark to caress my face and I suddenly launch into a long race where sometimes I wonder sweet kisses, the other grabs my sudden surprise, almost of pain to leave bruises on my soul.
Sometimes my body evolves into a plastic marble sculpture, my desire grows, expands, and my dress disappears leaving bare semblance of torment. My body walks through bare eyes in search of refuge, a warm place where you can fall back not to feel cold.
I want your lips to lie down on my reading, that without uttering emphatic gestures, were allowed the sweetness of that moment.
I curled up in joy, I take care with rose petals and free them so that they can help me to show me the way I have to take.
my hands about you, draw imaginary landscapes in the ceiling of my room, and natural instinct come together in prayer.
My hands speak of a delicate balance where it is not easy to decide who, where deciding what to do becomes a fight with an urgent sense of dignity.
Seasons tired, harass where the silence is brothers and sisters that I love you, I do not recognize as such.
My hands are looking for a propitious sky from which to fly.
My hands, shake your palms without delay.
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Confusing Behaviour From Women

Happiness ... My hands in my hands

Sometimes I look for you in my thoughts, but do not grab you, let you volarmi inside.
Sometimes I look for you with our hearts and feel an emotion so liberating to hear me happy.
Sometimes I want to be thin. So transient and mild in winter as the leaves, which float in the air, swing through the trees and listening to the gentle repose sound of the wind flows over me, the scent of the bark, wet grass, moss wild.
A small trail of green trees, but with some yellow leaves, the wind that roars up from the damp earth and leaves, almost as if to give homage to the sun, inviting the leaves to dance while he is delighted to sing.
Sometimes I want to make me what I love and never give up, but it is not possible to continue my fight, I walk my path with love. Sometimes I would completely abandon

... Many times color image with my finger at the ceiling of my room and become the protagonist of the story.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Painting Man Woman Dancing In Rain

flight ...

I try my flight at my feet ... the void ...
Today, far from the streets of madness, from houses freighted with selfishness, I walk in my sky and I build my house on stilts, so pleasant and comfortable to be happy.
Today, far from everything they are and who you are, I sit in the center of this room, suspended between the reality of the mind and the heart. Now I want to stand out on my flight with fairy wings and magic to make my reality.
not pretend that life is infallible, that the experiences of others must, of necessity, to mother and father to my life. Respect and freedom will fly in my sky.
the end of my dance I bow down and carefully hand you my hand captured by the embrace of happiness.