Heading:Cool strawberries
- “It only sees, friend! I bought strawberries in quitanda, and I placed them in this small basket! ” - *says she *
- “They had been pretty, the strawberries”
- “And strawberries make very well to the health, therefore they are…”
I was looking at a time for that one small basket… With those equal red succulent strawberries…… to its lips… its military dress… Since the first moment where the saw, I got passionate myself…
But at no moment I came close myself to it… I am better to make this, before he is late…
From that moment, I desired to be in a bed with it, saying madnesses in its ear, licking, to bite its ears. Laughing… Amusing me with it. Driving crazy it… Placing strawberries in its mouth, and it, between my breasts… In a delicious one he settles… And it, with the head between my legs, licking me… And vice versa…
- “Wow, As you are delicious, Charlotte…” - * he would*
- “Charlotte, I am being worried” –
“You are well”
- “Âhn? I am, debtor”
- “It does not need to be worried”
- “Necessary, however”
- “Where you were thinking??”
- “Bah…Foolishness …”
- “Appositive that he is that soldier of new”
I am in silence. Looks at it me,severely, with brow raised, waiting a reply, with the crossed arms.
- “Well… As I said, the strawberries…”
- “Er… they…”
- “… they make very well to the health, reason they…”
- “… reason they are diuretics, and…
To this height, Anne already was red, swinging to laugh!
- “Hum… I know… Hahahahahaha”
- “kkkkkkkkkkk”
And we laugh together, during hours!
We talk more, and when I looked in the clock, already it was hour of I to go even so.
- “Anne, looks at how many hours are”
- “Xi, Charlotte! It has reason! Its parents go to be worried”
- “Bye, friend! It was very good for talking with you! It eats many strawberries, ok? ” - *she says it, maliciously*
Roses are red and
Violets are blue
Honey is sweet, but not as sweet as you
Roses are red and
Violets are blue.
Until the sound of to this it sounds me word sad…
Until the sound of to this it sounds me word sad…
I have penalty of the widowers…
I do not go to lie that I am sad with the death of it… Because, for me, it will be always alive… present in my thoughts… protecting me with its arms…
Some say that the people, when they die, turn stars… Believe that it will look at always me, up there, next to the stars, with its sparkling blue look…
You are my star-guide, my love…
Today I am quiet, quiet, lost in my proper world, imprisoned in my castle of , hidden in my grotto…
]]>Today I am quiet, quiet, lost in my proper world, imprisoned in my castle of rocks, hidden in my grotto…
]]>Yesterday(The Beatles)
Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe
In yesterday
Suddenly
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday
Came suddenly
Why she
Had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said
Something wrong now I long
For yesterday
Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe
In yesterday
Why she
Had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said
Something wrong now I long
For yesterday
Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe
In yesterday
(hum to "I believe in yesterday")
]]> Disconnect I am trying me of ackward problems, thoughts, and am gladder…
I only wait that this joy if does not transform into euphoria, hindering me to fulfill with my obligations.
Ace, times, are very difficult for me to resist the temptation to leave the diet or to give priority to the leisure.
At the same time that I long for to reach my objectives, I think that when this day to arrive, I already will not have more nothing to learn, nothing more to covet… and the life, and everything to my redor, I would be quiet, monotonous…
But happily the life is not thus…
Even in the last minute of our lives, we have reasons stops cheering in them, smiling, to cry, and repenting in them of what we made and of what we did not make…
Disconnect I am trying me of ackward problems, thoughts, and am gladder…
I only wait that this joy if does not transform into euphoria, hindering me to fulfill with my obligations.
Ace, times, are very difficult for me to resist the temptation to leave the diet or to give priority to the leisure.
At the same time that I long for to reach my objectives, I think that when this day to arrive, I already will not have more nothing to learn, nothing more to covet… and the life, and everything to my redor, I would be quiet, monotonous…
But happily the life is not thus…
Even in the last minute of our lives, we have reasons stops cheering in them, smiling, to cry, and repenting in them of what we made and of what we did not make…
Close to you
To speak of love is so easy
that my heart if you open for entire
and I lose myself in words
Without direction,
Inoccupied,
absolute Gentleman of
all the dreams,
pleasure,
being its being,
only to be.
Love
for you.
I am so fool,
Small,
abandoned child,
enthusiastic
I love you,
I love you, you.
God, as I love you.
Close to you
Time, age, homesickness
Nothing exist
Not to be the love,
much love,
all love of the world.
Close to you,
in the deep one, the deep one,
I feel myself close
to me exactly.
It loves me…
(Dedicated to mine idol)
]]>I do not love you more
I will be lying saying
I want that you as always it wanted
I am certain that
nothing it was in go
I inside feel of me that
that you do not mean nothing
Could not never say that
I forgot already you!
and never I will use the phrase:
i love you
I have that to say the truth
It is late excessively…
of low for top!
]]>Cordial,
Claire.