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yesterday I bought the piercing blue!

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:) such
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"The smile costs less than electricity and gives more light."

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At about the money, other drugs, others sex, glamor, and fame

if pleasure is sin, WELCOME TO HELL

T / H & M

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People ask: What is a RocknRolla? And I say that has nothing to do with batteries, drugs or trips to the hospital. No, no, it is much more than that my friend. We all love the good life. At about the money, other drugs, others sex, glamor, and fame. But a RocknRolla, is different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the complete package.

and trembles THE ASPHALT! Xoxo

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Look, do not look it but I am strong. Fuck me if it slips or failures. If you still no brain or if you still on down there. I have left scars on the wafer that hit me, or shelters, or landscapes.
back again, how wonderful, Ostia, who would tell me fuck

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happen, because it's worth a lot!

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what you think the clothes and shoes?, Ami truly love me, and not too expensive clothes or shoes.

both the looks and created me:)

WHAT YOU LIKE MOST?

XOXO

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Changing a "no I believe nothing "to" I love you, kid "

any excuse, bullshit, it's good to give
drop out laughing all the air and then breathing.

tell what was wrong "I have to eventually,"

but how well I am now, not ever want to talk

YO, ANDREA DEL RIO.
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and my reason is you

"Yo le quiero por muchas más razones que vosotras"
- Carlos Salem -

No hace falta que me digáis eso de que perdéis la cabeza
por eso de que sus caderas...

Que conozco su voz en formato susurro, y formato gemido y en formato secreto. Que me sé sus cicatrices, y el sitio que le tienes que tocar en el este de su pie izquierdo para conseguir que se ría, y me sé lo de sus rodillas y la forma en que roza las cuerdas de una guitarra. Que yo también he memorizado su número de teléfono, pero también el numero de sus escalones y el numero de veces que afina las cuerdas antes to hang bulerías. Not only know their ultimate nightmare, also the previous thousand, and I do that I have no guts to say no to anything, because I have more debts to his back that nobody will ever have with the moon - and see that there are fools in love in this world -. I know the face you get when you let it be completely him, surrendered to that fucking miracle supposed to exist. I saw him fly over poets worth much more than these fingers, and I've seen sand puddle breaking all the clocks that set the path, and I've seen him all morning competition at the window - no I speak of landscapes if they have not seen his body -. That ", see each other, a powder is a powder, and that the treasure painted in red on your nails, and dreams can only rest on the five letters of his name. I understand you, I write about the same, on the same reasons that we all,
- but I, far more than you -.

Photos: My sister (Ainhoa) photographed by me.

XOXO

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Kiss me, kiss me please ...

''while there is a possibility, half a billion chance that happens, it's worth trying ''

"I can ask you a favor? BÉSAME, kiss by please .. that in a while I will not feel anything .. I'll be you know? because they do not know when I fell in love with you, or how, because there is no cubic meters and liters to measure all of that and because .. because when you walk with cold scented of vix-vaporub, and because you have a gap here, between the shoulder and chest to my head when I'm at home .. and because all the pictures I have yours salts smiling at all ..

you? why you fell in love with me?

... I did not choose to fall in love with you, but the first time I kissed our teeth were brushed by a split second .. and it was amazing. And the exact time of that kiss were 0:10 and removed the battery from the watch .. for the time to stay stopped for good, stop. The exact minute that you kissed me, this put a clock, forever, and you never know what time is it .. but I do not ..

and since then constantly watch the clock ...

know what I want? you lying on the grass, watching the orange moon that there are some summer nights .. and it began to snow .. and feel the flakes on the face, and your hand ...

There are moments in life when a single decision at a moment inevitably change the course of things.

When you decide to shoot someone, when you decide to love someone, or not wanting to, when you decide to throw forward, when you decide to lie, betray, hide or cross the line .. that split second may be rotated around to the dark side .. or flooded with light. can make you a hero or a criminal, can take you to heaven or hell, but always be a place from which you can not go back ...

once asked Lewis Hine, a war photographer , why he had chosen that profession. He replied that if he could tell in words what I saw, no need to carry all day with a camera,

that there are certain moments of beauty, desolation, of horror and heroism .. and were beyond words ... I also think there are things we can not explain with mere words ... things like staying alive, feelings like love and commitment, or sensations like to hug a friend, maybe that's why our life is made up of images, moments frozen in time forever ..

decisions that change the hopeless course of things, still pictures stored in memory, reminding us every second how nice it is to live ... how beautiful it is to live ..

THAT AS THE KINGS? :)

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already been a year ...

already going for another year. It is heard everywhere, I listen and I think many things that sometimes would not think, but I can not quit, I find it hard. That to remember and relive, that of wanting something different for us and not doing anything. Why, tell me that sometimes you forget about me. Can not you see I do everything for you? Do not I look tired my body to have some bills that serve me to go to where you are? Do what I do is so insignificant that outweigh my mistakes? Does do not give you everything I have? What weighs more my mistakes or my efforts?

not want to write a letter criticizes you and just remember the ugly things, I would like to be a constructive letter, or at least try. Now as I write I do not know if he can read it to you the first day of the year or at another time, but I read it to you, it is important for me to do, because this is going for something, something I do not want to return.

until yesterday I thought we were good but a little episode made me realize that it was time to take a stage ... if not just a stage of both, to start over together and just this and it was ... I do know is that we need to know I finish and that we should not insist on staying in it longer than necessary ... because we lost the joy and sense . This moment of our lives died, we killed him, no, I am closed. Obvious or it is normal that we spend some time reviewing the "because" rewinding the cassette to try to understand what happened this or that fact , at least that happens to me. Wear as much, I'm not moving, you do not ... I do not ask what happened, I let go of these questions, my doubts, but I can not, but obviously I can not have such strong links who does not want to be that connected to me ... They always say that everything happens sooner or later happens, and you have to let things go, go. Some advise to destroy souvenirs, giving away possessions, moving house, throwing papers, etc. Whenever external changes may symbolize internal processes to improve, but hard for me ... sometimes I can not let go, let go, let go. But ... I must learn to lose and win, live the present with no traces of the past, the past is gone. Such is life.

This year I think was better than the others, at least not end up each week, if not every two or once a month ... we fought long and as always, that's normal, it seems. It was a year nice in many ways, because we share much time together, I think our relationship deepened, more compact in every sense, the case that you get to feel what they say as one, one body, where I sometimes lost in you, to limit and distinguish myself from you. We share with many people foreign to what we did before, we live pretty much together, took me to visit the south cute despite my temper you made me happy that beautiful little while, those perfect moments, no doubt remember the trip makes me feel butterflies ... many hours talking, listening for the first time this year was not bad, have fun, we look and we kissed tenderly, we stay silent and we hugged ... it was nice all felt we had learned to walk weights of different stories each.

So many hours crying because I said ugly things, because sometimes you got to beat ...

Nose ... Only

was a year, I have the same life ...