Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
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cast off ...
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe the edge of the window that would let the rainbow is seen behind the glass. If we loved
As we say, if we loved as we love maybe the easiest would release hands and cast off from a heart would be the best way sometimes to show someone our roots.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe the winter cold would stick with our current instability and the echo of memory does not hurt our eyes to see a picture where no figures.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love may not wake a kiss waiting for an answer but the look of a sleep will be enough to fill our lungs with joy. If we loved
As we say, if we loved as we love our senses may not run contrary to clockwise and those clumps that accumulate on matters would be left wanting by the simple fact exist.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe the edge of the cliff we do not cause conflict, if we loved as we love say and how we loved the spotlight does not look spectacular, the trees will not be filled with signs that mark the end chips chest.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe I would not write with such sadness at times and would be happy to be continuously achieved without fear of losing feeling in some eyes.
If the promises we loved as we do not need arguments, if we loved as we love the caches may exist and could not always cope with the courage to have done the right emotionally.
If we loved as we seek no tears thousands of seas and oceans would not find a triangle where lost memories.
If we love as we loved the fingers would not seek the comfort of a candle and the flame of hope would be false hope.
If we loved as we love would loose ropes, we would live the moment without thinking about the future and base our happiness in the future, if we loved sex as we always have a feeling and the feeling would not seek allies, but constellations to keep the sky of possibilities.
If we loved as we say and how we loved to love, phrases and concepts would not sell the shares that make us believe.
If we loved as we say the bonds will not be mentioned and would be free as the poet says, if we love as we loved the rhymes form silhouettes.
If we loved as we love as we loved the heart we need not mind and would reinventing their own literate every day and die with a smile.
If we say we loved as auroras known and evenings seem to be only the beginning of a meeting.
If we loved as we love ... I would loose moorings 
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe the edge of the window that would let the rainbow is seen behind the glass. If we loved
As we say, if we loved as we love maybe the easiest would release hands and cast off from a heart would be the best way sometimes to show someone our roots.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe the winter cold would stick with our current instability and the echo of memory does not hurt our eyes to see a picture where no figures.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love may not wake a kiss waiting for an answer but the look of a sleep will be enough to fill our lungs with joy. If we loved
As we say, if we loved as we love our senses may not run contrary to clockwise and those clumps that accumulate on matters would be left wanting by the simple fact exist.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe the edge of the cliff we do not cause conflict, if we loved as we love say and how we loved the spotlight does not look spectacular, the trees will not be filled with signs that mark the end chips chest.
If we loved as we say, if we loved as we love maybe I would not write with such sadness at times and would be happy to be continuously achieved without fear of losing feeling in some eyes.
If the promises we loved as we do not need arguments, if we loved as we love the caches may exist and could not always cope with the courage to have done the right emotionally.
If we loved as we seek no tears thousands of seas and oceans would not find a triangle where lost memories.
If we love as we loved the fingers would not seek the comfort of a candle and the flame of hope would be false hope.
If we loved as we love would loose ropes, we would live the moment without thinking about the future and base our happiness in the future, if we loved sex as we always have a feeling and the feeling would not seek allies, but constellations to keep the sky of possibilities.
If we loved as we say and how we loved to love, phrases and concepts would not sell the shares that make us believe.
If we loved as we say the bonds will not be mentioned and would be free as the poet says, if we love as we loved the rhymes form silhouettes.
If we loved as we love as we loved the heart we need not mind and would reinventing their own literate every day and die with a smile.
If we say we loved as auroras known and evenings seem to be only the beginning of a meeting.
If we loved as we love ... I would loose moorings
Friday, November 21, 2008
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do not know his favorite color is the range over which they project their dreams, I know the tradition that continues to capture the morning but that captures the essence to maintain a dawn with joy.
do not know the color that distinguishes it but what your heart speaks, I know the projection of its history but I knew the starting point that sincere eyes.
I do not know the color you feel when the aspect of climate change, but I've seen through the slit the papyrus that describes your unique lifestyle.
dusk I know that lives mischievously foot loose but I saw the sun looking at the steps you have to give.
And I know his favorite color that suits him to stay, but what color lights when it is shared.
And I know a lot but made me write, and my fingers endlessly come to wish luck to anyone who successfully transcended.
And the bare outline his art and the angle that his heart is kept with a palette of unusual colors, simple and unique.
That
nature vibe that makes you fearless embrace and conquer the senses and touch the hand that giving remaining friend was able to embrace the soul.
I do not know the facets of your smile but I felt like playing is unusual fibers, perhaps that is why today I am writing, hoping that the reason that leads to a hug generate acclaim their work deserves.
And I know that their invisible shields of surprises, but surprises that make your soul smiling.
why I came to leave the first grain of mustard to the mountain of joy and congratulations, so I came with the ladybug that remains free, belongs to itself, flying his mind and staying with vivid color.
I came to bring you the first applause, but give you an amulet.
Luck, that the success you have it.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Dj Schwede - Yakety Yak Cdm Rar
if I think too
If I think too much those words do not continue and that crack becomes visible over time, erosion can not stay too long in one place, lines invisible marking the passage of a heart that does not think too much on the words that describe him.
If I think too much those words continue to accumulate synonymous and the route that makes visible the passage of the feet makes a mountain of salt to be visible, too long to be in one place, lines that mark in words what is sometimes not described.
and divide the heart of that mind and a shade begins to be tangible, a change, a crack, a papyrus with crying voice silenced the desire to be more than a hideout.
If I think too much those words can not be wings, if accumulation of synonyms to define my sedentary state could not keep walking, that is why change the game time and how to observe it.
If I think too much those words do not let my feet leave the ground, if I keep my words in my mouth saliva does not allow my heart to kiss your eyes and that crack that the passage of time erosion of mature makes my index finger points that way no more fragile and everyday thinking.
If I think too the words leave my mind back, if I think too much I become a demon who seeks to escape the pain always vulnerable fire place in the purely simple, if I too am a terrible lover in the arms of poet not to be unreal.
If you think too much torture and punishment exclave my heart to stay love to be by your side. If I too am the demon who wants to re-offend in the escape.
If I think too much love is a familiar concept and so deep that the scan does not contain a face.
If I too would not forgive the bed heat another person has had, if I too would loose not thy hand and if I thought too would be a human and not loose leaf knows when the autumn came.
If I thought it would be too innocent spirit who falls for you every morning and sleeps you home to your chest, if I thought too would be out of my life because it could hurt you know.
If I thought too the demon that lives in my heart I always would dominate and that reason only limit would remain at all what I call wishful thinking.
If I thought too much margin for error is zero and become my all my everything and you would all be me. If
too thought you would not be staying with sedentary and sometimes may seem strange to think every day about how to reinvent your wishes and likeness, if I thought I would not be too whom you kiss.
not write If I thought too, that I would simply read my mind.
If I thought it would be a human too, prefer to be a heart with mind.
If I say too much but it contains little of my message.
kiss If you think too much shade, so I let go, so I love you. 
If I think too much those words do not continue and that crack becomes visible over time, erosion can not stay too long in one place, lines invisible marking the passage of a heart that does not think too much on the words that describe him.
If I think too much those words continue to accumulate synonymous and the route that makes visible the passage of the feet makes a mountain of salt to be visible, too long to be in one place, lines that mark in words what is sometimes not described.
and divide the heart of that mind and a shade begins to be tangible, a change, a crack, a papyrus with crying voice silenced the desire to be more than a hideout.
If I think too much those words can not be wings, if accumulation of synonyms to define my sedentary state could not keep walking, that is why change the game time and how to observe it.
If I think too much those words do not let my feet leave the ground, if I keep my words in my mouth saliva does not allow my heart to kiss your eyes and that crack that the passage of time erosion of mature makes my index finger points that way no more fragile and everyday thinking.
If I think too the words leave my mind back, if I think too much I become a demon who seeks to escape the pain always vulnerable fire place in the purely simple, if I too am a terrible lover in the arms of poet not to be unreal.
If you think too much torture and punishment exclave my heart to stay love to be by your side. If I too am the demon who wants to re-offend in the escape.
If I think too much love is a familiar concept and so deep that the scan does not contain a face.
If I too would not forgive the bed heat another person has had, if I too would loose not thy hand and if I thought too would be a human and not loose leaf knows when the autumn came.
If I thought it would be too innocent spirit who falls for you every morning and sleeps you home to your chest, if I thought too would be out of my life because it could hurt you know.
If I thought too the demon that lives in my heart I always would dominate and that reason only limit would remain at all what I call wishful thinking.
If I thought too much margin for error is zero and become my all my everything and you would all be me. If
too thought you would not be staying with sedentary and sometimes may seem strange to think every day about how to reinvent your wishes and likeness, if I thought I would not be too whom you kiss.
not write If I thought too, that I would simply read my mind.
If I thought it would be a human too, prefer to be a heart with mind.
If I say too much but it contains little of my message.
kiss If you think too much shade, so I let go, so I love you.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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And I do not own the duration but the moment I remain tattooed on chest, not mine, but over time if the fingerprint you leave while the time passes, not mine, but the duration of the magnitude that means.
suns not belong to me but the light that shines in my eyes, your dreams are not mine but if those dreams that stay on the pillow to see his hair.
I repeat I do not belong as a kiss sealed the moment, not mine the last time the us but the permanence of what could be accommodated when the time was not enough for hope.
I do not belong in his footsteps, I own the road I decided to follow him, not mine, kiss me again when I remember why my suitcase through the door.
the us I do not belong in a conjugated verb conjugation insist on more of a feeling, I do not own the us, I belong to breathe of reality, I remains the heartbeat, the insight, I own the blink of what want and do not know if it's true.
not mine, not my own sometimes I think, but to awaken all that is mine is not the time, the time belongs to me and I will enjoy it. 
And I do not own the duration but the moment I remain tattooed on chest, not mine, but over time if the fingerprint you leave while the time passes, not mine, but the duration of the magnitude that means.
suns not belong to me but the light that shines in my eyes, your dreams are not mine but if those dreams that stay on the pillow to see his hair.
I repeat I do not belong as a kiss sealed the moment, not mine the last time the us but the permanence of what could be accommodated when the time was not enough for hope.
I do not belong in his footsteps, I own the road I decided to follow him, not mine, kiss me again when I remember why my suitcase through the door.
the us I do not belong in a conjugated verb conjugation insist on more of a feeling, I do not own the us, I belong to breathe of reality, I remains the heartbeat, the insight, I own the blink of what want and do not know if it's true.
not mine, not my own sometimes I think, but to awaken all that is mine is not the time, the time belongs to me and I will enjoy it.
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