Saturday, January 31, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Brown Spotting After Uti During Pregnancy
Quanta I fear I write
is spreading in the stomach and squeezes the last two certainties left, arrives unexpectedly.
a long, long time living with fear, afraid to confront my expectations. I waited, imagined and built beautiful towers, attitudes and characters of the world that I ever wanted, I cut the edges of pages creased, glued parts and looked excited. I gave a drink to the hungry, who had no color in his horizon, knowing that the world at that time he ate me, I made a gift of my heart to those who felt the emptiness, to those who could not. The world at that time took my imagination to build a life for those who perhaps did not, I watched without saying anything, I have watched grow and become great feelings that were little seeds in me.
were good, generous but not naive ... I knew the world I avrrebbe restored back nothing. How much I fear sometimes when I hear that something is off when leaving a person along the way, when the misunderstanding is stronger when I do not understand, when you do not know. Fear that one day there will be no one to be able to hold his hand, fear that the world stops to paint the mountains, afraid to stop.
a long, long time living with fear, afraid to confront my expectations. I waited, imagined and built beautiful towers, attitudes and characters of the world that I ever wanted, I cut the edges of pages creased, glued parts and looked excited. I gave a drink to the hungry, who had no color in his horizon, knowing that the world at that time he ate me, I made a gift of my heart to those who felt the emptiness, to those who could not. The world at that time took my imagination to build a life for those who perhaps did not, I watched without saying anything, I have watched grow and become great feelings that were little seeds in me.
were good, generous but not naive ... I knew the world I avrrebbe restored back nothing. How much I fear sometimes when I hear that something is off when leaving a person along the way, when the misunderstanding is stronger when I do not understand, when you do not know. Fear that one day there will be no one to be able to hold his hand, fear that the world stops to paint the mountains, afraid to stop.
Brown Spotting After Uti During Pregnancy
Quanta I fear I write
is spreading in the stomach and squeezes the last two certainties left, arrives unexpectedly.
a long, long time living with fear, afraid to confront my expectations. I waited, imagined and built beautiful towers, attitudes and characters of the world that I ever wanted, I cut the edges of pages creased, glued parts and looked excited. I gave a drink to the hungry, who had no color in his horizon, knowing that the world at that time he ate me, I made a gift of my heart to those who felt the emptiness, to those who could not. The world at that time took my imagination to build a life for those who perhaps did not, I watched without saying anything, I have watched grow and become great feelings that were little seeds in me.
were good, generous but not naive ... I knew the world I avrrebbe restored back nothing. How much I fear sometimes when I hear that something is off when leaving a person along the way, when the misunderstanding is stronger when I do not understand, when you do not know. Fear that one day there will be no one to be able to hold his hand, fear that the world stops to paint the mountains, afraid to stop.
a long, long time living with fear, afraid to confront my expectations. I waited, imagined and built beautiful towers, attitudes and characters of the world that I ever wanted, I cut the edges of pages creased, glued parts and looked excited. I gave a drink to the hungry, who had no color in his horizon, knowing that the world at that time he ate me, I made a gift of my heart to those who felt the emptiness, to those who could not. The world at that time took my imagination to build a life for those who perhaps did not, I watched without saying anything, I have watched grow and become great feelings that were little seeds in me.
were good, generous but not naive ... I knew the world I avrrebbe restored back nothing. How much I fear sometimes when I hear that something is off when leaving a person along the way, when the misunderstanding is stronger when I do not understand, when you do not know. Fear that one day there will be no one to be able to hold his hand, fear that the world stops to paint the mountains, afraid to stop.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Using R10s Microphone In Computer
mainly at night, when the noise stops, the TV is off and no one is ready to interrupt.
straight off, then come back on, maybe. As I learn to write with difficulty to control.
write without filtering. I write when I'm not locked when I establish a contact with that world of images and sensations that I feel. I write if I get emotional influences from those around me. I cry as I write, if I can not cry enough and I need to pull off.
write gate and then, without review, because some words need to be written but not read back. I write when I have writer's block, blocking, that feeling that grips your stomach and causes hysteria. You know that inside you somewhere, but there is something you do not know how to bring it out, the more you hit near the pc, you concentrate more and fall in love with him more tear pages from the block, spiteful, is hiding. The block mean, friend and foe. Then suddenly there he says "cuckoo" and wherever you are, you need to write.
hands on the keyboard to be alone and you just think that after all that ... What is the more passionate you can do.
straight off, then come back on, maybe. As I learn to write with difficulty to control.
write without filtering. I write when I'm not locked when I establish a contact with that world of images and sensations that I feel. I write if I get emotional influences from those around me. I cry as I write, if I can not cry enough and I need to pull off.
write gate and then, without review, because some words need to be written but not read back. I write when I have writer's block, blocking, that feeling that grips your stomach and causes hysteria. You know that inside you somewhere, but there is something you do not know how to bring it out, the more you hit near the pc, you concentrate more and fall in love with him more tear pages from the block, spiteful, is hiding. The block mean, friend and foe. Then suddenly there he says "cuckoo" and wherever you are, you need to write.
hands on the keyboard to be alone and you just think that after all that ... What is the more passionate you can do.
Using R10s Microphone In Computer
mainly at night, when the noise stops, the TV is off and no one is ready to interrupt.
straight off, then come back on, maybe. As I learn to write with difficulty to control.
write without filtering. I write when I'm not locked when I establish a contact with that world of images and sensations that I feel. I write if I get emotional influences from those around me. I cry as I write, if I can not cry enough and I need to pull off.
write gate and then, without review, because some words need to be written but not read back. I write when I have writer's block, blocking, that feeling that grips your stomach and causes hysteria. You know that inside you somewhere, but there is something you do not know how to bring it out, the more you hit near the pc, you concentrate more and fall in love with him more tear pages from the block, spiteful, is hiding. The block mean, friend and foe. Then suddenly there he says "cuckoo" and wherever you are, you need to write.
hands on the keyboard to be alone and you just think that after all that ... What is the more passionate you can do.
straight off, then come back on, maybe. As I learn to write with difficulty to control.
write without filtering. I write when I'm not locked when I establish a contact with that world of images and sensations that I feel. I write if I get emotional influences from those around me. I cry as I write, if I can not cry enough and I need to pull off.
write gate and then, without review, because some words need to be written but not read back. I write when I have writer's block, blocking, that feeling that grips your stomach and causes hysteria. You know that inside you somewhere, but there is something you do not know how to bring it out, the more you hit near the pc, you concentrate more and fall in love with him more tear pages from the block, spiteful, is hiding. The block mean, friend and foe. Then suddenly there he says "cuckoo" and wherever you are, you need to write.
hands on the keyboard to be alone and you just think that after all that ... What is the more passionate you can do.
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