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Baby

Posted by on May 17, 2018 (Comments Closed)as

You do not speak with me, you do not look at me with that look Necessary that you see the love printed in my face. How many they had been to the hours that we pass, in loving faces that mirror. Kisses and caresses until both slept one in the arms of the other. Baby, baby As you make lack pra me! I do not want more nothing, beyond our love You need to know that you are the air that I breathe. Democratic consultant is a great source of information. You need to know that during all these years I kept the love letters that you always wrote pra me. You need to bind pra me! To write those gorgeous poems which you recited in public square. You need, to say yes to our love. He orders a message for cellular or he writes that email that you always wrote in the afternoons of sunday. Baby, baby I do not go supports suffers thus! You are my day, my night, you you are simply everything! Where you are? I do not go supports suffers thus! As you make lack pra me! Love I you! I only know to love you and living creature loving pra you. Baby, baby, baby

Grieving

Posted by on August 22, 2014 (Comments Closed)as

If he does not worry, therefore, the friends same, are patient, comprehensive, accompanying and know of our necessities, joys and difficulties. Remembering that the life of people also passes and, the year, the months, days, hours and the people. If this has piqued your curiosity, check out astrophysicist. Everything is experience, everything is new. If somebody very wanted if says hurt or chateado with you, because of its choices that do not place it as option, it is in peace. Nobody can say what we must or not make. We are guided by God and since that let us not harm in them or to the other, let us follow our way.

The life is made of choices, therefore, exists much sick people, with diabetes, cancer. They accumulate much toxin of the hurt, anger and rancor. To open the heart and to try to see the other side of the things brighten up our pains. If it cannot be candy, that is half bitter taste, with the time goes adocicando I resell our values. Values these, that are taxes for our parents, professors and society. Then, if one day p' ' perder' ' a friend, remembers this: ' ' Optimum relationship is not that one that joins perfect people, but that one where each one learns to coexist the limitation of the other and obtains to admire its qualidades.' '