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PostWysłany: Śro 6:25, 30 Mar 2011    Temat postu: ghd piastra Good night , Barcelona _1938

Good night, Barcelona


A
08 at the end of winter is very frightening. It followed Obama to stand out from the U.S. presidential election, but also free in the Peking University president Xu Zhihong served nine years after undergo open campus, and then accompanied by the Shanghai Business School, the fire, with the four women's lightweight body slowly, fall heavily on the sixth floor. All that offensive but hurry,ghd piastra, as I suddenly want to do poetry journals and spent all the savings card. Poetry
I do, because I like, more importantly, for a call. Dream Lise Luo hand to me, he gently with your fingertips across my body, I itch, giggling.
Cerro sighed:
dense fog in his eyes. I held out my hand, imagine a child pulling cotton candy to tear up that layer of membrane.
Cerro Leave me out of hand, said: Yan, my dream is to set up a book called continue in Barcelona life, designed as Holy Family church,mbt hommes, a house like that. They are my heart one half plus one-half, without them, I will not be able Gou deposit. .
woke up, I drink a telephone call, I said I would like to set up a book called Poetry Society's Poetry. Drink ask me what to do? I said, ten thousand dollar card, you will lend me the rest. He said yes.
Cerro is my only love from small to large man, and will always love. I drink to enter the first 19 hours of life when the only love my boy said. He promised, will always love.
forever and has been What is the difference? Love forever fixed in time to stop, has been to going.
two
2004, the July 1, from my 15th birthday and a week when not, Cerro parents divorced, his mother moved with her grandmother next door.
18-year-old Cerro eyes arrogance, holding Gu Cheng's poetry does not speak. I see the sun when he looked up and piercing eyes, could not help but cry,belstaff bolsas, quick close your eyes! Cerro no attention to me, still stubbornly carrying chin, gazed motionless harsh summer sun.
I walked on tiptoe past: When the light is in contact with the body so vital, especially as the eye such a fragile thing. you do not have this feeling it? vulnerable time in deep hot, do not work no matter how kind. smile at me.
I shook my head.

What do you like reading poetry? unattainable. When reading poetry, they are all around you. very beautiful.
I was this emotional contagion, pointing to his collection of poems hand asked: know what? you are the only children quiet and listen to me, their hearts are too impetuous, and has been unable to listen to. very happy,mbt schoenen, you can.

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His answer stunned me, just this stream of consciousness as the man suddenly became powerful, omnipotent exude temperature.


to live in Barcelona, ​​Holy Family Church is designed as a house like that. They are my heart's half plus half, not contradictory. merely literary education is too academic, and destroyed the whole beauty of poetry. head, a little disappointed.

is not it? This is fate, it is wonderful it! i like your name, poetry.
person's life will always be some kind of faith, when you close your eyes devout, rushing toward the kind of atmosphere. You do not need to speak without thinking, just go with him, even in front of the abyss, you have no turning back. In front of men as gods generally come in my life, see him, he felt **** and pure, not tired and earthly Gaudy. That is love.
three
high school when I started trying to write poetry, gradually, they fell in love with this expression. Arts Division, I took choice of science, science is possible because only the school building design. Although I always too far away from Tsinghua University, but as long as he can with a little bit closer, I'm willing to try.
Unfortunately, science is not my strong suit, physical and chemical particularly boring, I have not listen to that school, not sleeping or writing poetry. Physics teacher is a fat woman, each class asked me to answer questions, in my sarcastic irony when some tongue-tied. Summer came, I saw her walking around with huge **** up and down swing, the guys Yanzui lucky, they say, is because the teacher too fat, but I think she was deliberate. So, I had an idea in a book quietly wrote the triumphant light
how to dodge whatever we proudly bimodal
you still slowly surging
unexpected desire in the wet form a dazzling

landscape
Later, plug Luo give me a call when I read this poem to him. Unexpectedly, he was furious and shouted at me on the phone said: lips, is good. you this is blasphemy, blasphemy! I was scared, had just understand the poetry in his heart the holy status, it is his faith, not to be trampled dreams. Since then, I've never dared ask him the things I write poetry.
sophomore finished the first semester, my grades last place. Teacher talked to me, in earnest:
half of the semester, I will not skip class, and it became completely withdrawn and sullen child in the class. Class, I listened to the lectures, go home straight after school, the language has made me feel shameful.
doing a lot of my exercises every day, forget time, forget to sleep. Black and white world upside down, and I regardless of day and night just to ridiculous and shallow points. I think if I can not go to Tsinghua University, at least you can go to Beijing. Each noon, I would go sit roof, think he would lie on the floor of the poems,Belstaff España, they tear up the finish, satisfied with themselves. So forth. In fact, I hope that one day I can come up with a decent poem to him.
busy people forgetful, but remember the more you care about is clear. I can not forget every Monday gave him three calls, and every Sunday he would chat with me for nearly an hour.
I said, Cerro Yeah, I'm tired, every day, little sleep, often nightmares.
I said, Cerro Yeah, I feel panic through time, and I still found nothing.
I said, Cerro Yes, you will come back it? I miss you.
him in different places on different occasions I received phone call me at different times are: latrine, the buses, department stores, the wind scraped the valley, camping tents. Every time he very gently, girl, to relax, do not force, it does not matter, there is me. Sometimes ridicule: Hai Zi said, I am infinitely ashamed to face the river, Love lost, I had plenty of one tired. Do you have the temperament of the poet, whose name did not get the white. Once, however, when I called in the past, came the sound of breathing, breathing Barcelona, ​​he said, girl, something it? I was about to mouth, but to hear the urging of prettily next to a woman. I said, no, I hung up.
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