... The year was 1964 and in qella extraordinary forest of corn, in a vast field where even the sun could do was set him, only with the defects did not want ... and its impairments afflicted him without his mostraxe signs in his face ... he was careful to show a warm appearance that ultimately ended up deceiving himself and qel respect others showed him he did not know Foxe whether fear or love ... I do not see well and sometimes not even heard but never shows clearly qesto his "failings" but did not know which way qalche was rewriting its entire history from the origin and do not really even wanted it .. . but it was written, so it was done ... nexuno understand the extraordinary affection the qale took care of its objects ... it was as if he servixe qalche way to project onto them all that they could not elsewhere ... and just in qel Axolute day as the sun emitted its last pale qel moan ... just in time to dispense with the clouds seemed to lack a criminal ... a wound qale never would recover from the ... night did not lead the board and it was like Foxe was surrounded by a dream that dull the reality to the point of not really understand what Foxe Foxe's true and what hand the projection of his mind ... he was known by all ... and many were known only in dreams ... so many speculations sinking blows up qella that was the legend of his life ... that of legendary had very little ... you really trust to be surrounded by people but could not help but exere subject to continuous discharge of responsibility by those who had not the poxibilità to stand by him ... ... the rest were too distracted by the pettiness of qotidiano ... shortly thereafter he vixuto qalcosa it would mark the soul and not let themselves go ... would have stayed there in qel wheat field was awaited with great ... anxiety that the night cedex Paxoi all'incalzare dawn of the day ... a generous and warm that would mark only a new day where everything was like before ... where would cmq unless the clouds and the sun would have seen there qello with new eyes that had always had before ... just ... sitting ... but not tired ... and capable employee ... ... ... did not feel like he did not want to have ... they do not wanted to know ... there was just an old train to catch ... and a flap to hide under his gaze turned to the holster ... it was just time to wait ... and remained there the whole time of the night ...
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Osteophyte Complex Treatment
The Curious Incident of the neuron in the Night-
"Too often the words are used, handled, turned over, exposing the powder road. The words we seek hang by the tree, we find with the dawn, sweet as the leaves "(V. Woolf, Jacob's Room).
There was once a wandering horse, who died in Tunisia Aversa, but before he died he dreamed his life better than it had lived. Then he awoke and found himself in a black hole and what they did not know, I could sing, though it was out of tune. Then came a shepherd who was looking for a star and began to jump on one foot amputee. Even with one foot created an acrobatic dance, but graceful. It was time to sleep, to get back to basics, to understand why and make thirty-three. He began to shout: "Extraterrestrial me away! ". His name was in the spring.
"Too often the words are used, handled, turned over, exposing the powder road. The words we seek hang by the tree, we find with the dawn, sweet as the leaves "(V. Woolf, Jacob's Room).
There was once a wandering horse, who died in Tunisia Aversa, but before he died he dreamed his life better than it had lived. Then he awoke and found himself in a black hole and what they did not know, I could sing, though it was out of tune. Then came a shepherd who was looking for a star and began to jump on one foot amputee. Even with one foot created an acrobatic dance, but graceful. It was time to sleep, to get back to basics, to understand why and make thirty-three. He began to shout: "Extraterrestrial me away! ". His name was in the spring.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Can Pancreatic Enzymes Quit Working?
I want to throw down upwards .....
"... like most people, whether you call love, the desire to possess. Owning and belong to anyone. Falling in love [...] anyone can do. But love is something else. Nell ' we love a person can also be a time of falling in love, but it is said that when you're in love you really love each other. [...] Have you ever thought that it means to truly love a person even rejoice in his happiness elsewhere. you want to be her happiness, because it's nice to be important to someone. I want to give damage to her happiness that you can not give yourself. Or I hope you can make you happy, this responsibility and she will eventually let you down. Feel they have lost time. [...] I do not agree when the couple becomes a way to escape from their lives or the responsibility to themselves. It should not esssere a painkiller, so why not heal the wound, anesthetized for a while 'so we do not think you're better and in the meantime. Only after that does not effect, and then you fall in love with her and another of another. [...] Do you remember that what we had studied in school on Plato, the story of half an apple that has to find the other half? [...] As a half meeting with the other we will find happiness and to become one [...] but the other half to find a woman [...]: is not always you. And 'the other half of you, the unknown part of which you have to give life, to be able finally to meet. Forever. This is the true union can free ourselves from that feeling of loneliness we feel when we're with someone. So, then there is nothing better than to share with a person's life. But we must first have one. "
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