Ando quite busy lately, I would have liked to ask Joel a cushion a little more elaborate, but hey, we were asked for school, so may take a little nap instead to let them square, I preferred that tubiese shaped pillow. His name is embroidered with point back ... By the way the web more secure than a sound you is from Ikea and I love it!
the curtain has fallen upon my quivering stare, in the lap of the morning, looking a touch to follow the day sun rays that penetrate my crack obsolete my open window the distance between the foliage that covered my dreams, which flash memories sprout a heartbeat inside secrets, twinned to that conspiracy, of meanings that accompany me, a prisoner from into other courses, me feel lonely, fading in my life at times, not get out of this pit of pain filthy, murky galling, shadows trying to escape and haunt me, disturbing my calm and my composure, my words away conjecture, between syllables my own tears, stuck in my destiny not get out, of this uneasiness is battered and badly wounded, my pupils dilate to get that tiny extraction of my will to live, feel and rebirth , which phoenix from my own knowledge predictions will dim the compromise, enrebesadas is cradled in my body, leave my lips, inspired to bursts of pain that the eyebrow, not leave, not left wanting, fluffy and trite my life has no meaning, I am tired of fighting , my heart ran out of reasons to follow this uphill battle, starting again , exist, and pave the wayward path, but I can not want, I feel empty, alone and walk away hidden. hidden among the branches of the steppe, dreams anchorites no longer want to be a puppet of the puppet theater, of senseless wandering the way to tuck, touching the melancholy of that demon of the night waiting. ... MARIA
I LOVE YOU GIVE A POEM OF MY DREAMS BOOK OF MARY ....... ...... forgetting words
today I want to give this poem from my book of dreams maria is your take him is a gift from my heart to yours ...... MARIA
Love, that eternal wanderer, heriundos dreams, to feel loved, and both old and corroded, love never grows old, old tree as latent estubo always look after Visel, lover who always waits for her beloved love, ferryman of words accompanying calm the soul, but it is treacherous words love, bed of roses is crimped, kisses, aromas of lilacs and lavender, love is However, and sometimes nothing, abuses you and drags you down, into a hollow of sadness and desolation of the soul , love, is tears and laughter cordoned off is a kiss on the cheek or lips awaiting departure is eternal love, living with us, and we conspire ...... YOUR WRITTEN BY MARIA MARIA BOOK DREAMS ...... FOR YOU I LOVE YOU ......
I LOVE YOU GIVE THIS song that sings WHEN MY CHILDREN WERE SMALL TO SLEEP ......
MIARIAM GIFT FOR MY DAUGHTER AS YOUR MOMMY OS ..... YOU CAN GO IF YOU WANT
BORN IN THE WOMB OF MY BEING, sleepwalker ON COMPLETENESS, STREET CRY OF MY SOUL, MY BABY HAD INSIDE A GIRL OR A FAIRY, muddled WAKE WAS NOT A DREAM, WAS a truism, recited in a POEM OF MY LIPS, GERMINADOR REACHING MY STARS at last achieved DAUGHTER MIA IS BUTTERFLY CROSS HIALINA, A BLANK PAGE OF MY LIFE, YOU THE FULL WITH YOUR FIRST HEART BEAT OF beatified, MI BLUE DIAMOND, WELL AS YOUR EYES ARE BLUE LIKE SEA OF DREAMS ... YOUR MAMA MARIA
CAKE FOR ALL Thank you pass through here .....
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MIRI FOR YOU THIS VIDEO OF FLOWER THAT YOU LOVE MY GIRL .... HAPPY ....
Ando quite busy lately, I would have liked to ask Joel a cushion a little more elaborate, but hey, we were asked for school, so may take a little nap instead to let them square, I preferred that tubiese shaped pillow. His name is embroidered with point back ... By the way the web more secure than a sound you is from Ikea and I love it! 
