Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Walk For Babies Team Names

premium Wau II: Return.


Text ( some ) new entries in the blogs I follow I hit a gift: AWARD

And this is what must be done!

thank who gave it :
My dear blogamiga, Andy, the blog princes are no longer blue (?) ( formerly called Live, laugh and live, if someone sounds ) has given a beautiful award to my sweet little space. Well, this award has surprises such as:

rehearsing bore 7 things about me :

1) I have 16 Springs and future something totally uncertain that I can not decide or to the three ... and do not even know the direction of my vocation (I've been a lawyer, a marine biologist, historian, anthropologist, a linguist English ... help?)

2) I have a " light "obsession with Russia ... buildings, culture, language, history (I am a revolutionary :) ) and others. (That I was before I met my future husband Dimitri Belikov ... Vampire Academy ... I promise review)

3) My favorite band is The All American Rejects ( not know if you have no idea what you're missing )

4) I spend the afternoon watching videos and scenes epic of Charlieissocoollike (a great impressive video-blogger on youtube ... do not know what? For ale, it's about time!)

5) should be studying right now ... mmmm ...

6) Day in and day also me step by Chrysalis Literary blog to see if his brilliant moderator has returned from his unannounced unexpected holiday flight the blogosphere. ( was a follower before you even create an account on Google ... the favorite was commenting as anonymous or _ or )

7) What I like poetry, it forces me to have soul poet ... Thankful that at least a little rhyme !:

Willingness to travel I'm not missing
learn what I want, with a
book under his arm and slippers
montero,
to walk by the way!
Yes, desgastemos the path!
novalereirse!

Give it to 15 blogs (CHAN CHAN CHAN!):

1) º Worlds º
2) Corner Pitu of my friend Pitu
3) Nowhere Selene
4) Literary Arts
5) Strange Place
6) Garden Books
7) ...

Sorry, 15 is just too much!

Thank you, kisses, Nina
!

Monday, February 28, 2011

Killtec Aquatica Travel Bag L

Why should we follow if we've already been punished? Here one learns to

Photography Graphics, Tumblr Photography
Oh precious freedom, not compared to

gold or the greater good of the spacious land!
richer and more joyful

the precious treasure that among the South Sea pearl closes
weapons, blood and war,
with the lives and reputations,
conquered the world;
sweet peace, deep love, that evil
remove and to your right you call us,
in you alone is nested
gold, treasure, peace, well, glory and life .

(photo is not mine)
Poem: Oh Freedom
Beautiful Poet: Lope de Vega

PD: I guess I lost a little patience in the previous post. Do not bother me that no comment, just needed to vent.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

What Do U Wear A Singlet With

rowed

The world has turned against us. After endure and endure, squeeze of your teeth and shut up, finally, is tired. has exploded. And revenge is . Among others, it is the earthquake in Haiti, then went to Chile and China, and of course, the volcano in Iceland, which was followed by the floods in Pakistan , and a tornado in Australia. "The ultimate disaster? An earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand.

is because Earth is fed up ( for failing to profanity) that kill slowly. The pollute, exploit the , kill thousands of species, we damage hopelessly thousands of habitats ... and continue .

Why?

I'll tell you what: for fill the pocket, not having to wear more clothes in winter and to go in short sleeves, so that next summer we are with the air conditioning and open windows , for an hour or more in the shower to brush our teeth with tap running (because, of course, gives a close vagueza to reopen ... much effort), to avoid separate waste (What's this colored containers? With a sufficient .), not to collect the butts the beach, not to use the old copies of dirty sheets. ..

I hope that those who make the change worthwhile. Because I do not see any sense . Tells us nothing. We spend 10 second maximum in any of those things. And yet we do . We are sufficiently selfish to leave a wreck behind us for those arriving in the future. Your children . Your hypothetical future children. My hypothetical future children. Your grandchildren . your grandchildren's children . Do you really think I can see the world as we have seen? Have we seen the kind that we saw our parents? Better act now, before reach the point of no return .


To those who know English:

The ultimate reason I write this, in addition to denouncing this horrible situation and there if we learn ( myself included) once and for all is because recently I sat down to watch the news. And I swear I was on the verge of tears .
were some homework for my Economics class, find out how much the price had risen oil, and continue watching even after it already had the answer.
After seeing the heads of the major parties of my country fight, accused of lying each other, of being told that the oil is very high that a company symbol to b and j t i to M to and to is on the precipice of bankruptcy ... What plays later?
Two victims hit by a drunk with a poker face, a murdered woman by her partner being the daughter of these (five years) that warn of crime by going to their school alone saying that his father had killed his mother , who was on the ground bleeding, and an earthquake in New Zealand leave 145 dead and rising. Long live our

priorities. Viva the money . Viva la economy. Viva la inflation. Viva la policy.
I hope this will be worth to the families and friends to replace their loved ones .
but let me hesitation. Anon

have been the revulsion society has me where I live.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Last Sets Of Nadine J.

Paris we will not



and smelled forget your childhood , forget the
colors of the various seas that you saw
forget how you live day ,
forgotten corner of places, forget
nights eye to eye, forget the wave
you stroked foot rash,
forget strange words you learned a day, forget
laughs, dinners , blows in elbows with corners of doors,
Disaster, corridors of hospitals, schools , houses, toys ,
The first skirt you wore when you were a teenager , Travel
changed you, you happy smiles seconds.

forget how she moved her fingers over a wood white and black ,
forget names of people you know, thousands surname,
Kisses that were memorable for a few hours
Hugs that saved you from falling. Forget

songs,
forget that produces a slip of a finger on your neck ,
The flavor of the different salivas you've tried,
Cigars in the company, clouds, dates, Breakfast, coffee, movies, conversations ,
people forget , forget the age you have, forget love ,
Choruses, ring tones and melodies with the few people with which you had ...

And forget about you ...
Poem: Forgotten Stop Forgetting
Author: Gloria March
In: Journal Vulture 2008
Soundtrack: Storm by Lifehouse