new year asked for more time to devote to his beloved followers, who thanked them heartily for keep visiting your blog, unbu end of the year and best new year!
Each night long in search of songs that pierce their oídosy guys go easy with those hot nights. And if the next day nose remember anything, much better. No nonsense like more maps that lead us nowhere. Neither promises said before they know they will not sercumplidas. Who cares if the world ends tomorrow, hope you'll take it.
surprised and very grateful for the three awards given to me in Paris in April and , Whispers silence and shared sense . Thank you at 3 for thinking of me!
My butterflies hanemigrado to some distant country, so that we no longer feel as I stare. Ymir I liked that feeling ... Even esospequeños defects that made you especially are starting to bother me. Siemprefui black or white, never gray or other color San Martínque arc always looked for after the rain. I feel that estaetapa, yours and mine closes. We won the monotony or the few ganasque put on him. That's the difference, and Novale blame.
The train arrives its destination. respírame.Puede air Take it your last breath.
I want to thank each of you porcomentarme and follow me, then you are 227 and more than 14,500 visits. It's amazing! Cuandoabrí the blog never imagine going that far! Muchisssisisismas thanks to EVERYONE!
And also, I apologize because I have no time parapasarme for your blogs and read as before. As soon as you spend more tiempoprometo!
Want gray days, smoke stacks from remote villages, Children jumping in puddles, and here winter, chestnuts on the fire and wool coats. Want dried flowers, cold rain with blankets and cups of coffee by the window, films with happy endings and used tissues. Want black and white photos, smiles and wet leaves unfinished, homesick backward and chocolate with churros. Want wind sways the trees, colorful scarves and hats, the smell of wet earth and melancholy songs . Want poems of Miguel Hernandez, Alfonsina Storni and Antonio Machado. And you're want this winter to heat the sheets together.
When I close my eyes and think of it, I immediately comes to mind the freckles on his nose told many times lying on my bed, cheeks pale and her hair tangled in my fingers carrot. I met one summer evening while smoking cigarettes while I had the latest craze.
From that moment I knew it would be difficult to forget. Be careful, I'm unforgettable warned me laughing. And it was.
One day, years later, I said you were tired of being you. Were planning a trip and did not know when he would return. I persuaded her to have coffee, and did not smoke cigarettes, nor were the girl with freckles on his nose one day I met.
I pressed pause at the same time you left. Everything froze. My life became small black and white shorts with symphonic music in the background. How ironic, I never liked the movies that Chaplin because they had no color.
And now suddenly become. Want to play and tighten things back rolling. After having to get used to b / w and bought me a viola, you want to come back and act as if nothing had happened.
Filthy handsome. That's what Olivia replied when asked how he was.
And so it was and Alvaro knew, why had that mischievous smile of someone who is known to like. Always with disheveled hair and a cigarette in his mouth was the prototypical bad guy to all teenage girls swoon.
Olivia not beat her in this small town, I saw him live in a big city: Paris, London or NY, in the great feasts of the Big Apple or in some fashion. But not here. With her in his arms.
In the middle of nowhere, between the coming and going, up or down, is it. Lost in the rubble of his life, without a map for returning home. Has lost his compass, do not know where the south and also if it ever existed north.
Many thanks again to those 86 dreamers!
And to all who pass by and comment, a thousand besoss!
occasionally liked to go back to his childhood. With two red ribbons contained the hair in two pigtails. She put that white dress that she still could but it came over the thigh, down from their red heels to put on the shoes go home with a rabbit. Tate grabbed his eternal companion of childhood, and roamed the house looking for places to play. When he got tired going into the garden and swinging on the swing until he saw the seat of her husband to arrive. Then he took off his shoes and climbed back into the red heels.
Thank you for all the comments I leave, it in a while you have the answer! thousand kisses!
Where we used to cry no one left that we want to spy, the lights are turned off and your lips do not look for mine. The black cat to chaperon us to have moved from town. But one thing remains the same in our bank your letter goes on to say that ours is forever.
S and you forgot to take your hat brown tie but realized too late.
he packed yellow rubber duck, three bikinis: the spots, the sailor stripes and black, a tin box full of chocolate biscuits, a jar of marbles and sickness pills . He took the suitcase strong and headed to her new life.
Hector runs and jumps trying to exploit the soap bubbles that his sister is doing. He has been insisting all evening and she could not say no. At 6 years knows how to deceive his sister, his mother and anyone he wants. But who would be able to say no to that mischievous green eyes? At the moment anyone.
While hearing the laughter of his brother, Ana thinks of the bright bubbles escaping from the hands of his brother vivacious. Go see them waving as if accompanying a melody, big, small, suddenly a single exploit, others to join another ... Few manage to get away into infinity, and Ana longer see them. Still floating in nothingness, free.