Filmes De Mario Salieri Gratis

Way
cuts move forward in my hands
look at them, slowly dying
the pickup in a single palm
destroy them, the callus
the loose, I do not mind dancing in the wind
forever

Clamidia Of The Mouth

1

I, impure, dirty
low and I, shivering from filth
I, pariah in his utopia
me, mediocre and flawed

hurt like slapping words resonate

imposing on the bones was the palm of your mouth
was the language of your hand

His voice was all my weak rubbing thick
eardrum left hand clinging to his words
Quiet, half smile, eyes elusive
want to close my ears!
My eyes will not see more! Strong words

hypertrophied muscles
walk out in jest
Knocking at the door of my ear
I salute, I salute
beautiful, tender look
greet me, stab me

A word on my skin soaked
In my hair, my nails
Useless
falling water to erase the stain so dark
Did you write my final?, "wrote my start?

banal banal end its proposal
It's too late for me.

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a puddle

Finally a puddle of tears on my pillow can get out, thawed, flowing, but they were not as usual, expected, liberating, cleansing, they come out as acid rain, burning my retinas and my mind, let me swollen eyes and with the same feeling of helplessness and sadness.
Will the reasons why those drops of this change? Damn
mediocrity that floods my life, damn thoughts of freedom, spirituality in a mind indoctrinated into the material, I can never get what I want really, because I just do not know what it is, once so sure, so dreamy with my future, so brave, now do not know, I know nothing.
But I have to eat, to create a future that I'm not sure what will I have to take my time on interests that are not mine, because I do not exist, there is only like disgust, there is nothing worth fighting for.
I say I want to make life easier, but which nevertheless ought not to be mediocre, why not be if I have to have it all not worth fighting for, why prepare? Thousands of desires
flood my mind, but they are useless and annoying, unhelpful because it does not lead me to no end, I am vague and clumsy, I'm comfortable to the point of punishing my teachers for being so , to get me off this guilt, but no, I have a good time to start work my unknown destination, without even have a pattern of how I want it, all this is useless, no good really, and to accept it has no use as I am sure that most sermons, advice and those who speak out before me all in my mind will follow Like, do not exist, I am hollow, I'm mediocre.

Radio Earpiece Wrestling

A

A hope has stolen my nights of misunderstanding, my words have flowed like water at the effect of gravity, but unlike her, have risen, feeling comfortable in the air, in the sky, in the wind.
That is a good hope, certain in my dream, creating laughter, fantasy, imagination, places and moments eternal in my mind, in my heart.
That hope has disguised all that, no, no disguise, is all, but not complete, its brightness belies beyond, belies its requebrajamiento, is like a costume, glow if mimics yes, but not real. That hope
kills, takes days, hours, thoughts, tears and dreams takes, takes concerns, demands care, that trifle want to take the place of a fine diamond, cheat, attracts, but that clearly of manufacture will not last, and not last, any imitation becomes opaque, it becomes dark, you notice your glue over time, denote its worthlessness, and so is the rub and rub all day will never be like the precious gem, the hidden reality.
That hope has died with a last letter, with one last look, with a final thought, with a comparison with the final understanding. Adios

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hope eventually land

futile efforts of others, few

Torpes mine, few

The blackness of the night tempting

The blackness of the day hugs

Black, all black

Bello, everything beautiful

I fall slowly

nothing resonates in my chest

dark spots, repetitions

It expands in thickness

expands, it takes me, I look through me and let

He has won

vertigo ;

stench

That strikes me

The dye on my skin is Caen

some parts, falls the skin, flesh

I am part of the day, night

The dark green leaf

the journey of a worm

nitrate, phosphate

I'm on the ground dead

My Pinky Toe Is Swollen And Sore

In firuze4 @ 2009-07-13T16: 59:00

I need a torrent of water discharged bored of my eyes, tears out of my chest cold, freezing for no reason before was not so before gently flowed around, monthly, separating the tension in my body, it is necessary to dispose of them as you can, ejecting the drops away, and so, with the water ripped from my being, so, following the flow of this liquid life source, it will all thoughts of illusion and hope, that as beautiful bother broken glass the entrance, preventing walking, still dangerous, causing bleeding feet.
not leave, do not want to leave me, I know this sounds pitiful, but believe it is for someone whose most useful method of release is crying, crying of course done alone, without the annoying looks hypocritical people interested, besides, few people understand how good it feels it is like therapy towards life and their daily problems, and while and after feeling is indescribable, is one of the greatest pleasures that he knows, and the most difficult so far.
I know, I sound masochistic, but I'm not at all, or at least not in this case, it was if not stop the flood of emotions segur together, it would be if I repress, if all accumulate to exploit in aggression.
This drought is bad, I feel that ball in the chest, each inspired moves like ice ball or ball of gas, or any metaphor for a mind that can happen is as the bladder, accumulated waste of emotions, sensations and feelings But unlike a urologist tell me what happens if I fail to urinate, I must settle for the doctor of my reason. I need rain
eye!

Milena Velba Appearances

The stupidity of the world becomes larger, especially mine, since I tend to create problems where none exist, perhaps out of boredom, perhaps for lack of attention, however, is stupid, if I repeat the word, do not pretend refinement only express, written only by contact of my fingers to the keys so easy to crush, to put my silly ideas on this blog, my blog will be negative, but ultimately fun, at least for me, that is what is important, a sigh out of my-wings- nose, telling me without regard I am tired of writing, but I still however, because of the wind coming into my skin, touching her to calm down, and as I, without a clear idea, letting the music do, that time through each piece the room, every cell of my being, eternal, until I die and can not feel it.
Divago as ever, and though I dislike the hope I have still come up with something, perhaps to mentally review past events emerge something, love?, Disappointed?, No, well-worn themes, ancient and modern, also not want to talk about something not know, it's easy of course, but that's not worth it, does it?, I've always I'm celibate well known that my actions prove otherwise, is not it?. When I knew I knew the word denial which was the greatest of evils, I hate this because I will always be lost in my thoughts, much worse than being lost in thoughts of the world and other people, I have the syndrome of SOCRATES, which always question whether what he thinks is reality, so his thoughts are well founded and substantiated. This remains
stupid, and that the topics I go, like a curse, will it have any reason?, is that if there is, but it is 11 pm and I have to sleep, denial is more comfortable and stupidity's best friend.

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A Home

those who make words that came out of my mind and expressed through my fingers, like it maybe, someday if someone is crossed by these "places", but like everything in life has its share Egoi ; sta This is for my entertainment, I hope you like it, and if not, because ...