A WONDERFUL SUMMER

A WONDERFUL SUMMER
Across the sky, I remember how everything was so pure and clear, and I remember how your eyes reflected his eternal blue. Through the rays of sun piercing the flaps, I remember how amazing your beauty every second more than the previous one. Through the soap bubble blowing and you floating across the room, I remember how, oh how everything is so wonderful when you take the pen and you rewrite my life ... One day even near you, near your smile be as light as the passing moment, I was calm as the man who was the successor would be even more beautiful, more peaceful and magical than the one that preceded it .. . Beyond every word, every step, every gesture, the sun continued to enlighten us ... Only that it guiding my thoughts, that's what dictated my mind ... I left the planet, had left the earth, my feet floated, my hands touching you, my eyes were guided by the wish, and I was also out of human space, I also .. . Walking in the forest, forget that we have to go, sleep, and spent another day and everything becomes irrelevant, only your smile is my overnight. A new memory as engraved in stone, is forever in my memory, sun and laughter of the month of August will be endless forever in my ears, the summer heat now sing endless, even when the ground is frozen outside, I walk with you on a floor as hot as the sand of the desert ...

My first, my only shooting star.

Near you. Near the sky. Near the stars ...

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# Posted on Sunday, 22 March 2009 at 8:47 AM
Edited on Sunday, 05 July 2009 at 7:38 PM

THE STARS.

THE STARS.
Infini ... Infinite inter temporal space, in light of your candle ... Here above you, me ... A land of light, there has always been, and never there just to remind us that whatever our beliefs, our backgrounds, we share the same sky above us ... When night comes .. When our eyes get up to the heavens at night, so we are all under the same flicker .. Under its stars your skin shines like no other light. Their light is unique, just as their power ... No it is not as small points, they are there to guide us ... They form a link between the radii of the moon as a web exploded in the air which was allegedly set fire, colored silver .. Behind every star is hidden a flower of hope that everybody can understand, just that tonight, you look at the sky ... Lets you drown yourself in these illuminations in these flakes incandescent ... You look at the smile ... Their mouse too, may be one day you'll see a land in the palm of your hand for'll fly in a crib light ...

If you everything is off, look at the sky, the stars because they always shine ...

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# Posted on Monday, 30 March 2009 at 7:06 AM
Edited on Thursday, 25 June 2009 at 6:43 AM

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It Ends Tonight The All American Rejectsit

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# Posted on Saturday, 10 January 2009 at 11:05 AM
Edited on Wednesday, 01 July 2009 at 3:37 AM

THE PATHS OF MONEY.

THE PATHS OF MONEY.
As she scans a little piece of heaven ... But only a little bit by what the house did that on one side of the mountain ... She could not see that some stars ... A little girl waiting for sleep to let his eyes shut like a candle ... Allant close shutters she found a brochure probably belonging to one person of his family ... At the age of seven unknown qu'adule, you can be passionate about reading fantasy and sentimental texts, the little girl then reads the first line ... It reads that there is across the prairies, beyond the hills a road strewn with bright stones leading to the place where the hearts of all the land were gathered to be protected ... And that everyone should carefully lay his best thoughts, representing their hearts, never to leave off his beats ... The paper slipped from the hands of the small, it is called "A meadow, I have one!" .. "The hills I have two!" "Roads, they had hundreds!" then, with his small-brimmed hat and wooden shoes, hair in the wind of the night, our little heroine leaving expensive it supported by a cold ... She argues on the trail of money that drew the stone and rock of his old mountain ... Reached a certain peak, she said that still had a GREAT time, he had nothing! nothing but weeds and stones tarnished gray! "Few-important" it is said! "I do not want to let my heart soar!" then she gathered up all the stones that surrounded an old dead tree stump ... But not any rocks, stones reflect the moonlight .. All heart-shaped ... After several hours, a pile of rocks around the stump of the tree, a small mound carefully placed on the top which she filed the most beautiful and brilliant stone .. "Well, that's mine ..."... So she says: "All true stories!" a small smile then be designed on the smiling face of seven years which slipped a small tear of emotion ... Yes it had reconstituted the legend ... His own legend, which was much more true that all papers of the earth ...

¸.·''¯`· Who will save our hearts ...?.

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# Posted on Thursday, 26 March 2009 at 4:42 AM
Edited on Thursday, 25 June 2009 at 6:45 AM