Steatohepatitis More Condition_symptoms

Pezca



had wet feet and wet hands to dry eyes healed the puzzle.

Labyrinth without a compass, mariner sailing boat, unveiled his hands healed sleep.

had wet feet and wet hands, newly healed puzzle that showed a wet look in a desert landscape.

compass in a sea of \u200b\u200bresponses, raise hand set in a maze of dreams.

boredom had wet hands and feet with a thirst for travel, arid showed riddle dry eyes.

In sailing a boat left hand clasped carry moisture linking those dreams, voices desert looks feathered river coast air maze.

bait in a sea of \u200b\u200blaughter where your feet are moist in the words distilled wine.

Night of poetry, wandering eyes, star sailor who has eyes full of aroma of rain.

Hands tied to an imaginary fishing, distant echoes, different humidity that create the puzzle that just heals. Labyrinth

answers, night sailing guide that disappears when you bite the bait.

Coast footsteps, his mind expanded among the stars guiding a sailor without a ship. Hook

dreams, voices in the distance.

Cholesterol Symptoms More Condition_symptoms

Subtle, undetectable, travel with no sweets, no history twilight thought, faint imperceptible trip had a story in the twilight trip with faint sweet tones, the sound of the breeze with smile gets you to wet your eyes, traveling without sweets involved, no tea leaves, no stories in mind, with faint perceptible symptoms of air travelers and feet loose from the floor, whistle blades travel fans, cooling head and adjusting the screws were missing and secure, without thinking dim your search history hallada en aspas desprendidas de su naturaleza.

Imperceptible viaje sin dulces con naturaleza incolora cuya búsqueda hallaba los ojos al cielo y los pies tan lejos del suelo que pareciera podían tocar el crepúsculo que enmarcaba el color de sus pupilas, lejos, cerca, alejado y lejano, no importaba la distancia, el tenue viaje se impregnaba de historia, de risas, de sonrisas que mojaban la almohada con brisa de pupila.

Sonreía mientras sus ojos miraban al cielo, aspas brillaban en el techo cuando sus pies volaban lejos del suelo y sin dulces ni dulzura se encamino a viajar en su propio espacio, sin compañia ni compañero viento que le recordase el clima de vuelta.

En el ambiente aire que hacia rolling and rolling papers that had roles followed, which guarded the table and the cards on her, his eyes fixed while fixing a place without history twilight hues had their eyes on the wind managed to write. Wind

cool trip.

lying traveled in time, producing wind blades, his eyes captured fresh, free travel movie sweet without candy, unscented ...

Fan ...

Adult Strep Throat More Condition_symptoms

scratch



questioning And I wondered why the incognita, and I questioned to find out why my question. I tossed in

those leaves that have fallen from memory and I wallow in the pages of the trees that bore fruit in what today is history.

I questioned to find the question to the answer in my heart was and why I questioned upon arrival at the site where the charms of the questions are unnecessary, I held my hand in your trunk and was thinking that if only sigh was a dream.

. . .

How did we get here?

That was the response to address today's footprint has been a long walk to find on this site that have parallel lines perpendicular to the loop, and that management is today and that response walking trail that has made me today is in your memory that makes you smile a backup site is now portrait.

and portrait photography of your embrace in the palm holding the sincerity with which they cherish and smoke from a constant feeling that sheds its amorphous volatile combination.

will question the answer is that both know and do not absorb the questioning melancholy, because between us there was a curtain to conceal the public what it felt like love, and that answer is the question that made me smile to questioning why we got to this point where the site is now embrace portrait and still holding my smile in days.

And my love is photography that caresses friendship today is the tangible form of the aroma of love and honey that transformed his face.

Today I thought I'd think you inadvertently or have planned well, today as yesterday, or think you do not plan to answer that question that the timing and shot in the page I wanted to come to give thanks for being perpendicular to your path, drawing the line in my life, your essence that is constantly kept warm, the sincerity on stage and scenes that are happening.

And you pictures that kind of moment that you can use without blushing, that in which we know dear, that in which you can walk barefoot.

Today I have thought not well planned and came here to say I want to say thanks for your time shooting in mine.

Wells Syndrome More Condition_symptoms

shoebox

Among

dust, calcentín unparalleled, between the spider and nest threads letters rooted memories, between the time and climate disorder that sometimes it so hard to organize, from unparalleled powder to nest a web search, looking for the memories related in reality, between the work of reorganizing and between the task of not finding.

Among the box full of both empty and among the things that are looking for a place among the leaves yellow color in my eyes breathing, between this place and filled with so much space between you seek is not found among the yellow of smell saved between narrating his walking shoes.

Among the many additions to subtract, from the divisions that absorbs decide between the words divided hearts among the subtraction in real time, the sum of both to describe and between leaving the type described, between unreasonable multiplication of reasons, including additions to this heart in the dust of a shoebox, including the hiding under my feet, or dividing wall between the horizons, including the window that shows the future.

Between the dust, there I found the shoe box that he kept with both care, I knew one day would be useful or just help me remember why I store things that made me smile, so treasured that box cautious not know what to put inside, so in that time the fill nothing for some time to fulfill its mission, and that's how this week's box full of empty shoes that had accumulated for so many city, the smog that makes you weep ears, for the luggage you insist on charging, therefore anything that comes to collect, now filled the void that I could have let humanity because there is no better therapy than a prescribed or know no better relief to look beneath the feet that support you.

Between dust and cats found the smell of puppy box, between the voices and sneezing of ideas between the letters do not yet have tenure, including shoes that have accidentally stepped on and between the gaps are filled of useless things, among all the shoe box full of nothing and finally change of residence.

Monster Energy Belly Ring

Fund



met you is not even fall and embarrass me to be ignorant in the art on the other side for fear of the abyss, down with you and without shame to ignore the art of everyday life, fall without cheating, without wings not wishing to fall beyond blindly comply with the mandate is not known to have been met, falling at the rate that the heart dictates and dictating the verses of their own history without waiting for the narrator adds points and commas.

There is a silence, perhaps uncomfortable to know that I am not ashamed to know what ignorant of the eyes that look at around, perhaps uncomfortable position I have adopted after many falls, more free I was and am, I do not regret scratches, land that I have still in my ears, but I am comfortable knowing that the land does not bind my heart.

is humming perhaps has crept into my mind in the meantime gap in the wall covering scene, the sound is not ashamed to say that I've covered my ears to hear clearly but noise, noise only has come to shout into the abyss and do not differentiate between the unreal from the waves and the echo of your silence.

I was there, jump and I got carried away like a leaf that is left to walk through the wind no matter how light you can think of oak that has been his way, well that is no shame in every fiber I have lived the explanation that I alone know I traveled in every sense, was there where the horizon turns to show that there are more dimensions that a writer can describe and more meanings of those who can decipher. Shout

yes, because among so lonely wanted to conquer my own to know myself without a gram of that atmosphere that sometimes covers the surface.

Without load, without explanation you thank you for not inviting me to touch the fund which initially dropped weight, I thank you for defining the human as specific architecture of risk and stress in my nature to walk. Ando

nomad in every dream but not so committed no fingerprints, each fingerprint explore and learn, every step of a dream is born and the nomadic understand why it is my shadow and tangible that is my step, no step long as the seasons pass hot and cold or persons as defined in a known profile, do not look for the words that flatter your ear or the places you intend to depart while they await the feature live on stage and on stage regardless of whether they die or end up embracing a good time.

unbutton the memories that at some time are the anchor that can not see the sky, who dissolved the marriages that have been secured by words and ruffled the nuance with which I began the day with gray colors.

met you is not fall yet, now you know the story without changing the end, now just to find you without blushing, thank you have waited for so long, for not having thrown when perhaps should be the time at night in which only received my check without force me to stay because it was necessary.

met you is not even fall, through the abyss.

Wanderer mi espíritu, libre...