weekend Analysis course Social Networking , intense, with little sleep, good company, laughter and wanting more. Very good course, students and the teacher. Now turn to read a lot, practice and keep writing, you feel so well, and struggling, badly needed and there is much to be done. Sunny Sunday sleep, sushi, confusion and a certain sadness at the impatience to follow, to learn more and fellow returning home. Should get used to this lack of sleep because there are a lot of homework. Tetsuo
bittersweet, plunges us into a story of flavors and textures, a great rift that opened in a painful body cinnamon-flavored, soul to a boil to a chilli dip.
now give the floor to another pen on the Internet, a great journalist (but not yet exercised) and a great teammate who also wants to change the world, and whose blog, nostrared is now closed for renovation work mirror interiors of this node full of passion and earthquakes. While ending to shore, I asked permission to publish a preview of your dreams as a result of a wet cloth to drain its innards on paper or on screen. Here you have David Plaza:
On thick, was raised as a mist covering
drugged by the silence of the streets. The city waits for the
mosaic of sounds in a tone of protest back to dominate the everyday.
But that comes later.
Today.
The news flow in backwater also be
rest without them realize that they are perishable. Smells like verse, stanza
impregnated rain announcer in our bodies we can frolic,
pain wash and purify the aura of
drop by drop to touch your skin, gliding slowly and sinuously through the curves of our anatomies
drawing a full and unknown universe.
Every body is different, every drop a journey ever undertaken, the
life may be a metaphorical lush highlands
plagued badlands, whose torrents revel spiral is wanting to return. Where
. A crystal clear waters, colorful layer by layer,
us all to return to this side of the ideal.
Easter.
In key prophetic react. And I write to life that few know
explain and even less to implement. A road path interspersed
of halos of hope. Change. I want to do. I want to happen,
resort to communicating vessels of the stories. End here,
start there. Let's play our witness is in that other corner
where others can pick up the paradise of beauty, what
fair, balanced than archetypal. Perhaps all this can find
on the roof, not on the floor.
possibly spider web, without cheating, have to weave up and down: artifice?,
can, but that's how we see what is involved. Who has not ever been
persuaded by the package that gave us one thing,
making the inside was better than it was. Seduction
New technologies are effective, sometimes effective.
I think they are more the former than the latter, at least for me, because the valve that
aeration after opening my desires is the illustration of
feelings through words. Have we lost the power of seduction? No. We
we added even more features that characterize particular to that nymph
night owl sometimes other day, some other naked clothed, a sunken
other upright. Being able to link images
thoughts our way to creativity, surprise. Our mind progresses through the seduction
we make about things, animals or things
. Our knowledge of perceptions of others through our
power of multimedia communication. But I think that
seduction is not just for love. Missing great deal of tenderness, fragility and sensitivity
and not look sensible. The best weapon is love
understanding, and creating enticing. The three things at once.
melody that circles beyond our spiritual caves
and that we must carry on the tip of our pocket to play
in the time required. When I see, hear or read those who preach love
, unilateral, without understanding the other, let alone without wanting
"love" is reported by those
hear them understand that it is best used to fund the same
them medicine, but with the soothing effect of the multilateral and collective.
My body fails to establish now a break in the interior of which are substantiated with facts
words, I do not have any strategy for advanced to
pedals. Sorry, then go further and write and dream and desire
dream new things every day and revel in
fight for what I have and what I wear. And among all this alive. In many moments
badly, but the moments spent with radiance, vitality
regulgen to change the world, share the desires and
add all in the same thing to gain momentum with a desire to break the mold
preset. Remove the brace that oppresses us,
travel and live anywhere embraced freedom, sometimes
other asymptotic tangent of the sunset of love.
The day is thick, lightens my mind to find a decent sunset
sleep. Between gray and white pearl bizarre rhythmic
winds. Melodies of a few grams, with a lot of poetry
also be carried in the tip of a pocket. David Plaza
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