Tuesday, May 19, 2009
8 Year Old With Fever For Five Days
The many changes in my life now makes me a little desert the little world of ideas which is slowly emerging from its larval stage ... This blog
ideal window to the world of interior, the ego is again fed by tributaries full of ideas, thoughts and goals.
I want people to not forget the victims and survivors who still Abruzzo need people to talk about them.
Let us always remember that in their games of power that are taking place in Italy even the aid does not reach anything much ballyhooed in the media ...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Trawler Vegetable Oil
Thursday, May 7, 2009
A Get Well Poem For Grandma
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Piano Shaped Groom Cake
I am the one who throws the stone and hides hand, that the same tents and then retracts ... I'll be
consciousness that you would never hear ...
I will be your biggest pain ...
yet the only one who can do you any good ...
within each of you ...
will listen?
Neat Things To Look Under A Microscope
the dark awakening
The dark corner of life where we are sometimes relegated to be lit by a candle as small as a speck compared with the universe, but
bright, warm and sometimes blind you to burn ...
his light gets inside you until you warm the soul,
makes you 'forget the cold nights wandering in search of the self spasmodic
your missing link ...
The dark corner of life where we are sometimes relegated to be lit by a candle as small as a speck compared with the universe, but
bright, warm and sometimes blind you to burn ...
his light gets inside you until you warm the soul,
makes you 'forget the cold nights wandering in search of the self spasmodic
your missing link ...
4 Month Old 15 Lbs 24 Inches
... and at one point everything fell, with the deafening roar of bombs all my certainties fall apart. everything before was not guaranteed stable now crumbles and does shake the world around me ...
I do not care to pick up the endless pieces of this that is no longer life now ...
it's time to start again, build everything from scratch ...
and this time no one will blow my house of cards.
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