Mégavidéo Sur Xbox

Going going gone



We were two seas. Kept well separated by a strip of land. When it seemed to be no other way to leave no stone unturned, that I wanted to bathe in that sea, and thought, I dug. With these hands, my Panama Canal. Wound water, forced between closed and bulkheads. To mix this water. With yours.
Yes, that's why I started this blog. For no other reason than not to continue to meet. Why good or bad I've marked.
Each line was written for you, for me thinking of you.
If after all this time and this cast of irreverent indifference. I'm still here. I find myself thinking about certain your words.
At those depths that I have not scrutinized the bottom.
No, I'm sorry. I am not ill. Nor love. You. To support the rhyme, if you want, this is the hiatus. That you want. Finally obtained.
it all ends here. Where it began. A strange summer night threatening storm. Mica
the table before the window of a Parisian café.
Unfriend, I think you say that, when you take a friendship to facebook. It is fashionable now, ebb and flow. I will do so too.
Without being so avant-garde, as you are, on the edge.
I greet you with a beautiful masterpiece.
Only for those who can listen. Other
.
And not just himself.
Sorry.

Jamiro

Mégavidéo Sur Xbox

Going going gone



We were two seas. Kept well separated by a strip of land. When it seemed to be no other way to leave no stone unturned, that I wanted to bathe in that sea, and thought, I dug. With these hands, my Panama Canal. Wound water, forced between closed and bulkheads. To mix this water. With yours.
Yes, that's why I started this blog. For no other reason than not to continue to meet. Why good or bad I've marked.
Each line was written for you, for me thinking of you.
If after all this time and this cast of irreverent indifference. I'm still here. I find myself thinking about certain your words.
At those depths that I have not scrutinized the bottom.
No, I'm sorry. I am not ill. Nor love. You. To support the rhyme, if you want, this is the hiatus. That you want. Finally obtained.
it all ends here. Where it began. A strange summer night threatening storm. Mica
the table before the window of a Parisian café.
Unfriend, I think you say that, when you take a friendship to facebook. It is fashionable now, ebb and flow. I will do so too.
Without being so avant-garde, as you are, on the edge.
I greet you with a beautiful masterpiece.
Only for those who can listen. Other
.
And not just himself.
Sorry.

Jamiro

Rpg Games Single Player

Disposal differentiated-deferred-Postcard

What remains of a broken love affair and garbage, of course, have nothing in common. Nor, the remnants of a love, I'm rubbish at all.
shared, perhaps, is that the waste that remains of a dead love, except what is good store, must be disposed. In different ways.
First, the wet organic. It should be disposed of immediately. You can not keep at home under the sink, or in the case of love, under the pillow. Its precipitous decline makes it unbearable at very short notice. And then the moist organic body to be kept out of love and alienated without delay.
the shadow of more or less iron must be disposed of as such, just because they occupy a space that is no longer the them, as soon as possible.
The plastic packaging, protective coatings and artificial love, must be disposed as well. But I'm not a big problem urgent. We are aware of how easily, they have been, unnecessary or of little use. As the cellophane wrapping of the Christmas star. Once past Christmas.
Then there's the paper, stacked and pressed it may take some time before manifesting the need to dispose of. I always have some regret. Discard the paper.
Then, finally, there is dry. That covers the rest. When you do not know where to put something, well, that's dry. Usually does not stink. So keep it too long.
The solids (dry residue label mineral water) is what remains after you boil a liter of water at one hundred and eighty degrees until it evaporates completely.
Or a love that had plunged to hell to reduce it to ashes.
Now I'm closing this blog and shabby, to finish with a flourish, saying those things that I will still say, I thought it would be a suitable place to dump aggregates of the dry, very little is left of that, a important love story in the prime of his life, tragically scomparsa.Un year and a half ago. What I have of that love, however, is much more than I am about to dispose of.
Then, since life is weird. Enormous kick in the ass that I took. He shot me in the arms of a loving woman. That made me fall in love again. And today, among a thousand thoughts and concerns are a calm person. You feel deeply loved. Actually I do not want other women that she, if not for the erotic fantasy of a moment, a fleeting thought, an innocent game.
I'm fine, thanks.
The dry substance of which I speak is made up of several text messages. In memory of my phone, hearing of my organic memory. I have very slowly eliminated almost all need for quotas, insufficient memory. Then I realized he had dropped, unconsciously, every one of you. I kept some business from me. But I do not know why the choices, random apparently.
Then it seemed clear that preserving the memory of pain is not an act of flagellation, or masochistic desire to renew it. It 'a chain of antibodies. E 'evolution of species, co-science, clinical survival. Self-affirmation.
My girlfriend does not look in my cell, not even me in his. But since the sms lead times, days and months, but not the year. It would be unpleasant, one day, explaining that this is because SMS 2002 for example and not of 2009. I did well to save. So I know now I can delete them. After copying the blog. If anyone expects acts of vengeance will be disappointed. Being vindictive is not in the long list of my faults. The sms are
some English, with slips in Austrian dialect, stress in Italian, with many standard acronyms, and other derivatives from the language of the family.
Italy-Austria, July 2001-August 2007 (the period of cohabitation itself, the deep love and torment, of life lived with both hands). January 12 20:36 ------


we r an old couple in love, but true love is always young. I feel the whole fascination of the love When We Ourselves r Able to focus on feelings and let free. What u say isn't wrong But is not the result of Being Able to take the life in a lighter cutting easier way.The ingredients 4 We have to get happy, I prefer to see the glass half full then half empty. Really am sorry I cannot make u as happy as I would. And is so bitter to realize that the happiness is just in front that waits to be taken. We dont sometime! Evrthg is possible 4 people in love as u&me. Apropo:ur sms I keep in the gallery of most important! Du danke from the bottom of my heart. Wish u peace and positive future..better with me beside! bacilu

03 mar 13.07
Luk means love u and kisses! apropo:dopo net topo, aber is nice anyway! U make me crazy, lu

10 mar 19.41
its clear I have so less understood about u the last time, your needs and feelings.I trust in our love, so big, this we know! Count on me anyhow anywhere 4ever! ti amo tanto, baci,urs

17 mar 20.28
I would like to build something with u. This is just what I want. A future with u.

18 mar 15.11
wanted only share with u a wonderful music from tv. Makes my heart bumping and squeezes the stomach. The love has the biggest power! Enjoy what u do, wherever u r, whatever u think.Is the best wish I have 4 u. Baci anyway yours.

18 mar 20.34
when I call u I like to speak about love. U made me touch real happyness, so I keep knocking the doorof your hearth. I know u search no answers now, but if u want understand that stupid man u have just to read my sms of yesterday. excuse me but I believe. sleep well, baci!

18 mar 20.53
Sì am a believer. And this is the most important I have learned from u. The will and the believing can move mountains. "If u believe" is not only the song of our love, is the song of my life. Buonanotte.
heart

18 mar 21.09
I know that in the difficulties a real love survives, but needs will and believing. I got both.U made me happy and can do again. Now am unhappy because u r absolutely uninterest of anything. Your happyness is 4 me more important then mine. Believe me or not.I do facts not only speach! Lu

18 mar 21.32
I dont push u as a bad person at all. U know that ur uninterest doesnt concern only about me: is deeper and makes the quality of your life worse. About your love: am supersure u love me deep, otherwise I wouldnt loose my time 4 a love that exist only in me, a one-way love. Read back my sms! Un bacio pieno d'amore.

24 mar 22.44
Ciao amore, tutto bene, arrived now, very tired! Miss u! Lu! Buonanotte

12 mag 22.00
As usual, u will never learn: every discussion u put in question our partnership. I dont push u to stay with me, must be your choice. But one is clear:am a member of ur family only when all goes ok 4 u? When a problem occours am the first that get pushed out from u, always! Yes I have a farmer style and proud of my being: honest, with family sense, andnever tired to believe positively. I do facts, maybe wrong, but I do what I trust. Tutto bene. Sleep well, so do I!

12 nov 21.11
dont play with me. Dont do what u want not is being done to u.

27 mar 16.53
going to the airplane with u in my heart! Bis bald my love, LU!

13 ago 22.03
ciao amore, is there a problem? Hope not! But both your mobile and festnetz r off...could u please give me a ring at any time cause am worried, baci!

14 ago 16.08
I would like that what is happening is only a nightmare, a bad dream, I could wake up and say it isnt true. I remember every minute of traveling from arabia then driving across the nite from roma with much coffe and cigarettes, with the suitcase full of dreams 4 beginning a new phase of our story, with more possibilities and a lot of hope. Now it seems I must be silent 4 not disturb the sense and flavour of the new love coul grow in u. The great feelings of the sweet thunderstorm that shakes the soul, the body from muschi till the hair. That gives power and fills the stomach of butterflies. U r always beauty when u r in love. U dont know how much costs to me dont call u and shout my sadness. Have to fall down again in tousend pieces and it hurts already much. Have a nice mittelaugust fest with the heart light and me far away from your minds, from your new happiness.

22 ago 20.25
Am on the way of the mountain over the city. Where we walked sometime, the wood is dark but the light of the sunset still shines.The silence is perfect. Wish u good night. Ciao. Memi.

- molto spazio disponibile nel mio cell, la soffitta sempre piena of ricodi, a bit more subtle, Addoc dust that settles there, over there and blow some maliconia resurfaces. I struggled to open this door.

Rpg Games Single Player

Disposal differentiated-deferred-Postcard

What remains of a broken love affair and garbage, of course, have nothing in common. Nor, the remnants of a love, I'm rubbish at all.
shared, perhaps, is that the waste that remains of a dead love, except what is good store, must be disposed. In different ways.
First, the wet organic. It should be disposed of immediately. You can not keep at home under the sink, or in the case of love, under the pillow. Its precipitous decline makes it unbearable at very short notice. And then the moist organic body to be kept out of love and alienated without delay.
the shadow of more or less iron must be disposed of as such, just because they occupy a space that is no longer the them, as soon as possible.
The plastic packaging, protective coatings and artificial love, must be disposed as well. But I'm not a big problem urgent. We are aware of how easily, they have been, unnecessary or of little use. As the cellophane wrapping of the Christmas star. Once past Christmas.
Then there's the paper, stacked and pressed it may take some time before manifesting the need to dispose of. I always have some regret. Discard the paper.
Then, finally, there is dry. That covers the rest. When you do not know where to put something, well, that's dry. Usually does not stink. So keep it too long.
The solids (dry residue label mineral water) is what remains after you boil a liter of water at one hundred and eighty degrees until it evaporates completely.
Or a love that had plunged to hell to reduce it to ashes.
Now I'm closing this blog and shabby, to finish with a flourish, saying those things that I will still say, I thought it would be a suitable place to dump aggregates of the dry, very little is left of that, a important love story in the prime of his life, tragically scomparsa.Un year and a half ago. What I have of that love, however, is much more than I am about to dispose of.
Then, since life is weird. Enormous kick in the ass that I took. He shot me in the arms of a loving woman. That made me fall in love again. And today, among a thousand thoughts and concerns are a calm person. You feel deeply loved. Actually I do not want other women that she, if not for the erotic fantasy of a moment, a fleeting thought, an innocent game.
I'm fine, thanks.
The dry substance of which I speak is made up of several text messages. In memory of my phone, hearing of my organic memory. I have very slowly eliminated almost all need for quotas, insufficient memory. Then I realized he had dropped, unconsciously, every one of you. I kept some business from me. But I do not know why the choices, random apparently.
Then it seemed clear that preserving the memory of pain is not an act of flagellation, or masochistic desire to renew it. It 'a chain of antibodies. E 'evolution of species, co-science, clinical survival. Self-affirmation.
My girlfriend does not look in my cell, not even me in his. But since the sms lead times, days and months, but not the year. It would be unpleasant, one day, explaining that this is because SMS 2002 for example and not of 2009. I did well to save. So I know now I can delete them. After copying the blog. If anyone expects acts of vengeance will be disappointed. Being vindictive is not in the long list of my faults. The sms are
some English, with slips in Austrian dialect, stress in Italian, with many standard acronyms, and other derivatives from the language of the family.
Italy-Austria, July 2001-August 2007 (the period of cohabitation itself, the deep love and torment, of life lived with both hands). January 12 20:36 ------


we r an old couple in love, but true love is always young. I feel the whole fascination of the love When We Ourselves r Able to focus on feelings and let free. What u say isn't wrong But is not the result of Being Able to take the life in a lighter cutting easier way.The ingredients 4 We have to get happy, I prefer to see the glass half full then half empty. Really am sorry I cannot make u as happy as I would. And is so bitter to realize that the happiness is just in front that waits to be taken. We dont sometime! Evrthg is possible 4 people in love as u&me. Apropo:ur sms I keep in the gallery of most important! Du danke from the bottom of my heart. Wish u peace and positive future..better with me beside! bacilu

03 mar 13.07
Luk means love u and kisses! apropo:dopo net topo, aber is nice anyway! U make me crazy, lu

10 mar 19.41
its clear I have so less understood about u the last time, your needs and feelings.I trust in our love, so big, this we know! Count on me anyhow anywhere 4ever! ti amo tanto, baci,urs

17 mar 20.28
I would like to build something with u. This is just what I want. A future with u.

18 mar 15.11
wanted only share with u a wonderful music from tv. Makes my heart bumping and squeezes the stomach. The love has the biggest power! Enjoy what u do, wherever u r, whatever u think.Is the best wish I have 4 u. Baci anyway yours.

18 mar 20.34
when I call u I like to speak about love. U made me touch real happyness, so I keep knocking the doorof your hearth. I know u search no answers now, but if u want understand that stupid man u have just to read my sms of yesterday. excuse me but I believe. sleep well, baci!

18 mar 20.53
Sì am a believer. And this is the most important I have learned from u. The will and the believing can move mountains. "If u believe" is not only the song of our love, is the song of my life. Buonanotte.
heart

18 mar 21.09
I know that in the difficulties a real love survives, but needs will and believing. I got both.U made me happy and can do again. Now am unhappy because u r absolutely uninterest of anything. Your happyness is 4 me more important then mine. Believe me or not.I do facts not only speach! Lu

18 mar 21.32
I dont push u as a bad person at all. U know that ur uninterest doesnt concern only about me: is deeper and makes the quality of your life worse. About your love: am supersure u love me deep, otherwise I wouldnt loose my time 4 a love that exist only in me, a one-way love. Read back my sms! Un bacio pieno d'amore.

24 mar 22.44
Ciao amore, tutto bene, arrived now, very tired! Miss u! Lu! Buonanotte

12 mag 22.00
As usual, u will never learn: every discussion u put in question our partnership. I dont push u to stay with me, must be your choice. But one is clear:am a member of ur family only when all goes ok 4 u? When a problem occours am the first that get pushed out from u, always! Yes I have a farmer style and proud of my being: honest, with family sense, andnever tired to believe positively. I do facts, maybe wrong, but I do what I trust. Tutto bene. Sleep well, so do I!

12 nov 21.11
dont play with me. Dont do what u want not is being done to u.

27 mar 16.53
going to the airplane with u in my heart! Bis bald my love, LU!

13 ago 22.03
ciao amore, is there a problem? Hope not! But both your mobile and festnetz r off...could u please give me a ring at any time cause am worried, baci!

14 ago 16.08
I would like that what is happening is only a nightmare, a bad dream, I could wake up and say it isnt true. I remember every minute of traveling from arabia then driving across the nite from roma with much coffe and cigarettes, with the suitcase full of dreams 4 beginning a new phase of our story, with more possibilities and a lot of hope. Now it seems I must be silent 4 not disturb the sense and flavour of the new love coul grow in u. The great feelings of the sweet thunderstorm that shakes the soul, the body from muschi till the hair. That gives power and fills the stomach of butterflies. U r always beauty when u r in love. U dont know how much costs to me dont call u and shout my sadness. Have to fall down again in tousend pieces and it hurts already much. Have a nice mittelaugust fest with the heart light and me far away from your minds, from your new happiness.

22 ago 20.25
Am on the way of the mountain over the city. Where we walked sometime, the wood is dark but the light of the sunset still shines.The silence is perfect. Wish u good night. Ciao. Memi.

- molto spazio disponibile nel mio cell, la soffitta sempre piena of ricodi, a bit more subtle, Addoc dust that settles there, over there and blow some maliconia resurfaces. I struggled to open this door.

Installing Electric Start On A Snowmobile

Carosella

Thanks Ale
closes the blog every other day, just in time for a proper burial.
Quite simply, very banal, the theme of flight is a metaphor (indeed, a metaphor would say good Guzzanti) and I do not look for "friendships and exchanges of views" in the environment or aviation pilots, we already live just inside. It's passionate, real, Flight of the perverse are compulsive, so the Pallos.
Flight with friends talking about women, beautiful women. Or wine. More rarely flat landings.
As you may know, yes I know that you know, pilots of aircraft (or any gear wheel) are characterized by a decidedly out ego media. Otherwise would not fly, probably. I do not think to escape this fate.
why I've been sick for years of mountaineering.
So I ask, narcissistically, increasing evidence myself. And unfortunately, I fear, to others.
This blog was born.
This is basically the last stop.
not create a chain of San Antonio, down the web, to save it from extinction, save type the whales.
However, I enjoyed writing.
last thing that I've never said that you have the link on the blog regarding "The big trout," has never worked, pointing to something non-existent.
Your last post to your blog is beautiful. Yes, I know I know. Hello Emanuele

Installing Electric Start On A Snowmobile

Carosella

Thanks Ale
closes the blog every other day, just in time for a proper burial.
Quite simply, very banal, the theme of flight is a metaphor (indeed, a metaphor would say good Guzzanti) and I do not look for "friendships and exchanges of views" in the environment or aviation pilots, we already live just inside. It's passionate, real, Flight of the perverse are compulsive, so the Pallos.
Flight with friends talking about women, beautiful women. Or wine. More rarely flat landings.
As you may know, yes I know that you know, pilots of aircraft (or any gear wheel) are characterized by a decidedly out ego media. Otherwise would not fly, probably. I do not think to escape this fate.
why I've been sick for years of mountaineering.
So I ask, narcissistically, increasing evidence myself. And unfortunately, I fear, to others.
This blog was born.
This is basically the last stop.
not create a chain of San Antonio, down the web, to save it from extinction, save type the whales.
However, I enjoyed writing.
last thing that I've never said that you have the link on the blog regarding "The big trout," has never worked, pointing to something non-existent.
Your last post to your blog is beautiful. Yes, I know I know. Hello Emanuele