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Days of heavy thoughts, heavy air retention, heart held between the teeth .
Sometimes I feel like dying, torn into small particles and then explode on ...
Yet here I am, still living the life that I hold between the lips.

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Forsaken (DT) The Sun


For a while I thought I fell asleep Lying motionless inside a dream


Then rising
Suddenly I felt a chilling breath upon me She softly
Whispered in my ear Forsaken


as I have for you tonight
Awaken
Look into my eyes and take my hand
Give yourself up to me

I waited painfully
For night to fall again
Trying to silence the fear within me

Out of an ivory mist
I felt a stinging kiss
And saw a crimson stain on her lips

I have to know your name
Where have I seen your face before?
My dear one don't you be afraid

Forsaken
I have come for you tonight
Awaken
Look into my eyes and take my hand
Give yourself up to me

Take me far away
Close your eyes
And hold yuor breath
To the ends of the earth

Forsaken
I have come for you tonight
Awaken
Look in my eyes and take my hand


Forsaken Fly away with me tonight Awaken


Renew my life Now you are mine Give yourself up to me

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shining in a sky of turquoise and enamel painting it seems that nothing can be more beautiful.
Did you see how wonderful the mood even when the sun is shining? on my own I've always adored as a child.
There is nothing but put me in a good mood, in addition to the sun, except my daughter's smile or the purr of our cats.
But the sun .. It makes a nice corner trying to hide. The light leads to knowledge no matter what, nothing more is hidden.
finally no longer have to hide.
What a relief.

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What is love?

Hear the heart that shoots down his throat, the blood boiling like lava flows in the veins, the desire that makes salt and moisten your eyes and everything is there because the only reason for that upheaval that might even break off a lifetime.
E 'madness or love? And love what is, after all?
E 'is the breath that crops, is the paralysis of each word understood, only a smile, a glance, is as powerful as a drug, can make clear to every educated or normal behavior, manages to scream in a crowd, laughing while others staring at you, dancing in the pouring rain. What
crowds, and love.
is there, in the middle of the heart, still, looking at me a moment, a fraction of eternal life, the time of breath.
Ah ... love ...

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I wonder if I can ...

to keep updated this place ...: D
forum ... I have a thousand blogs and diaries to follow tonight and I embarked on this further adventure.
graphomania complex or simple incipient madness? O
want friendship and sharing?
Who knows ...
A world tomorrow. Good night and lots of light)

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One spring day (evidence of ordinary madness: D) On a spring day

Chapter 1

From the radio came out the croaking voice of the speaker announced that a violent thunderstorm to the next morning.

I looked up from the book of English and yawned.

From what I was in that room?

The clock above the kitchen door marked five three-quarters of the afternoon.

He was darkening into night and I had not even turned on the light.

drove the tasks that I was correcting.

I learned that Robert's heart.

I was sick. Crazy, completely crazy.

adored him from afar, from behind a barbed wire from behind a minefield.

He was a boy last year and I was her teacher of English Literature.

One thing that stood, even to think.

Thanks to all of the year was almost finished and so is my substitute.

After I'd returned to my house on the coast, the sun, to make the lizard, to pick oranges and drinking white wine while the meat sizzled on the grill and spread the tunes Mexican radio.

I spent the night see the stars in the sky and huge black and swim, while my cat m'avrebbe waited on shore.

I got up, legs aggranchite, moved the stupid little steps and I arranged to be automatically the best band of dark blue silk that I was holding the formless mass that was my hair.

voluminous, wavy, blacks as the ass of a crow, they always did what they wanted.

We wanted to whip and stool to rule them all.

I placed the headband and the fridge, huge and red, took a pack of bitter orange.

drank it straight from the box, frozen.

He went down like the blade of a knife and stabbed my stomach and head and when he finally took a breath, not thought Robert.

At least not for the next ten minutes, acts almost made me pass a congestion.

idiot, here at my age I had become, an idiot who had a crush on a boy crazy for the last year.

One that he walked spreading light.

lit the rest of the world with his presence.

not seem to notice or at least, was good at not showing it.

The others, male or female, were almost forced to endure his light, the charm that emanated.

Even the hard teaching, distracted and academically cowardly, when he passed Robert had to smile, to absorb the light fantastic.

had only to smile and put everyone in line.

Who knows, in a story would be a gothic vampire.

Or another one of those hyper fascinating creatures that suck the life energy of all of us.

The fact was that was leaking as a theory, because when he passed we all felt better, not drained, here.

Another sigh, I looked at the tasks to be corrected and returned to work.

The rain does not bother me created, I was accustomed to the storms on the coast, but it certainly did not improve my already deathly mood.

No, not that.

locked the car, the rap sounded like wildfire in the humid and green.

There was so a lot of green to make us drown them even an elf.

There were good days of sun, but they often alternated with too long days of rain.

I was crossing the courtyard when I walked past her car.

My heart jumped into my throat, it was a stupid reaction of saliva from zero, as a teenager, not that I was twenty-three.

led his nice car color night in a move to them, smooth and perfect and stopped when I realized that I was wet.

The alternative to pass by with a corsettina was very commendable and supported by the rain I was soaked, but it would not have seen.

alone.

It was just us.

million for a period perfect, just perfect for us.

Yes

I was crazy.

From hospitalization.

At the end of the year I ran away, pursued by some zealous nurse with a straitjacket, as in the old asylums of some horror movie.

got out and not at all bothered by the rain turned back and began to climb the stairs.

He wore dark trousers, not jeans, tailored from a cognac-colored leather jacket, boots expensive honey-colored hair and those incredible that an imaginative painter had darkened with a honey-colored brick, in short, dense and dark honey as a syrup.

The looked at the perfect ass, drooling a bit ', imagining those slender hips move in a rhythmic way.

I was perspiring.

breathed and went behind him.

was only when he was about to let go of the door that I saw.

smiled and I lost the notion of myself.

Who was I? Why was there? Above all, what the hell was I doing with that angel of light?

- Hello, I did not see ... - he said that voice tinkling of bronze. A voice like an angel. He smiled and held the door. I clapped my eyes, woke up, blushed like a moron

- Oh nothing. Thank you and good morning! - I said, utter the syllables together, thickened by a breath that I held between his teeth for him not to spill my lust. He glanced at me funny, it was probably used to that kind of reaction, although I hoped that was used to alternate with dementia and then added, looking at her hands occupied by the tasks and books

- Can I help you? - courteous and direct. I swallowed air colored honey. I smiled, I went from ear to ear smile

- But that kind ... But no ... Instead you. If you're not running to class, you know ... - cinguettai, feeling a Snow White on the point of kidnapping the big bad wolf of Little Red Riding Hood, variously confused about what to do.

- Oh I'm late, but I'll just apologize .- He admitted and winked at me to do accomplice. I nodded, smiling, realizing that I had forgotten to breathe and that fiery heat that was flowing well on the face.

- Cer ... Sure - I exclaimed as he took the books and began to walk. A walk like a prince. From mythical hero. But how did he do? In fact, spreading light. Had to be some ancient god hidden among us mortals for some stupid experiment psychic powers after the passage of so much divine.

- Where do you want to bring them? - Churches, courteous, his voice was interwoven with honey and yet it was sexy, nothing mushy, mushy to. In fact, I thought that he had only one party in that body by soggy divinity. Therefore the pulse began to do crazy the wave and I was forced to send out the steam from his ears when I noticed I was staring, two sheets of sapphire in my eyes fixed

- ; Oh here, I would say in my room! - said that, with a trembling voice that seemed a very hot, one thing to chat line erotica. He smiled, nodded and shone sapphire plates

- course! - A word woven of pure light and headed in the right direction. I rejoiced, idiot, noting that knew where my room.

- Thanks .- spiccicai, teeth and tongue tied pasted on the palate, when put books on small chair dark wood, used by thousands of people before me and turned to me, get so close that I noticed the seams of the jacket cognac. I lifted my face and met the eyes of sapphire. Blue light.

- ... You're welcome - the voice had been hoarse, the voice of a rocker, then added, in those eyes My, that they were probing - I'll see you in class! - finished, blinked again, and waited until I could move a step, before going on. I heard him chuckle, but of course I could be wrong.

I was not very present to myself at that time.

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Prologue

You could really die for a smile?

For a pair of dark blue eyes that shine with the smile became similar to sapphires, gleaming sheets of sky that opened to the light?

It could really shake the smile of a man?

me that I was asking for the umpteenth time, that warm April morning, when I saw Robert Michaels get out of his car and stop to talk to some girls in the fourth year.

I looked at, with their clothes, shoes, high heels, perfect hair.

A world that I could see only remain behind the glass, a fish in a silly round ball.

sighed.

Basically it was no use crying about stay there, sooner or later, yes, sooner or later it would happen to me, Robert would have looked that way to me too.

I dreamed for so long, then, that was hard to believe that it never happened and that it was all a memory now.

For a moment I thought Robert is not absurd that he turned to call me as he would an old friend.

A brick red pickup truck came hurtling down the street, trumpeting loud music and my bubble of glass shattered.

After all, here I am.

I was just me.

nothing had happened.

When the view was clear again, I saw them, Robert Michaels and girls of the fourth year that came up the steps of the Lyceum.

I hated high school, I hated the town in which I lived.

Sometimes I hated to even live.

Robert paused, laughed, throwing her head back, honey blonde hair shone in the sun-streaked dark of that spring morning.

I drank the sound of her laughter as un'assetata in the desert.

Sometimes I hated life.

But that morning was not one of those times.

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Dear friend,
you would like to speak with my heart in my hand. I wish you were sitting next to me, eye to eye. I would like to shake your hand and smash all the 27 bones that are there. I really do, believe me.
I wish you would explain a few things ... Still, things are easy that even a microcephalic like yours is able to understand. My darling, please enlighten me: but you never really seen an episode of Criminal Minds? You know, the television detective series American ... come on, that is so beautiful. Do not you know? Well, before you can answer, let me finish. I will not be much, do not worry.
So, tell me. If you had actually seen an episode of Criminal Minds, you would know Reid. It does not take a degree in psychology to understand how Reid; just see only one episode. My friend, then enlighten me ... How can you say things you would never think Reid? As you can only think that Morgan literally jump on him to Morgan? I mean, you saw them? If Morgan gave a sberletta to Reid, this would be in a vegetative state.
in my life even worse than I read, this is true. I read a Johnny Weir / Orlando Bloom. No, I'm not kidding. This does not mean that certain things are accepted. We want to talk about some of your colleagues who have written Hotch / Reid? Do not talk about it.
Dear friend, I do not know what to say ... I just hope you learn from your mistakes.
With love, your friend
Esther.

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