Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Melanoma And Burning Leg Pain



the last two days of excitement to hear with all the open pores of com-passion together to get their hands on the fragile which is the intimacy they bring me here. here the need to write. I can be quiet and often silent. more often than is really necessary. I is not writing, especially when it ends up being. when it ends in silence. when I am silent. now here on the couch with a headache and a pain in the neck area that perhaps not wanting to giovanna absolutely caused me pain that tires me here before the night to absorb everything, every thought every body tension even positive ones to feel good fruitful trace. a still image. nothing more. everything I say and not say anything. because it happens to me in these pages, bright white synthetic virtual. public. I do not use the pen instead of more. and I miss her. what I miss! how to touch the soul with the right tool. here while the keyboard is a play of reality. Original not a reproduction.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Does A Men Brazilian Wax Include Butt




"Sometimes I feel that every word that is said, and any act that is done, add to the big misunderstanding. Then I would sink into a deep silence, and I also want to impose this silence to others. Yes, sometimes increases the misunderstanding any word on this earth too talkative. "
Etty
[Klimt drawings]

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Should The Morning After Pill Be Banned

hey you! yes you read that, now, here ...


... yes you, you who read this post, this blog right now, I turn to you ..
.
short, as you get here? Can you tell?
such speed, such as keywords, such as links
intertwine our lives, our trajectories Internet users?

yes because I see that there are people here, even though I'm hiding
someone goes from here ...
blogghino is a quiet ... my silence infect you
readers who pass by without saying a word without leave comments

without a trace ... if it were not for that numerino white on black snaps, tlac, at each step
and tells me that there are loops ...

and frankly I'd like to know about you, about you ...
why ...
you tell me? I told him?