1) Why, our boys are proving relentless in judging the beautiful women, our teleDonnine public, often while sharing life with examples of female charm and dall'avvenenza questionable? "Chastity ..... But come on! Nice one there? But please! But that has teeth? all crooked ... and French is !»... to tell me, that puts even years trentaepassi the device at night because drighigno teeth at night? But if the Navy, for you boys, is obese. The Falcon is too fake ... Schiffer is ugly, how can someone please explain the male sphere I ask even the word!
2) The beautiful women. Did you ever hear the interviews? I wonder what the interview to make the game then that team if you repeat it always and only their little phrase: "What hurts me most is that people will stop only the outward appearance and not try to see how we are made inside. " There. Apart from the fact that, instead, somehow I'm not here to tell, 'I'm inside would not see time to explore ... care buxom, rest assured! Could it be that we who are so-so, the old story is so different. I can assure you that no one jumps on to see how we made inside as outside that leave little to be desired!
E 3) Explain, then, how come all these buxom only have defects such as: "I am very sensitive" or "I have the defect of being too generous." But look a bit ', the pride of my mental ... qualities that are not defective! Why not tell us what are scorbutic like a parakeet, and ignorant as a goat with a brain as a big rubber band buble chewed for hours?
It will be like Gaber says: "Everyone has an infinite that it deserves."
This is a subject of a child of 9 years .... ... I think love is bigger than all the other things in the world when you're in love you feel something really special. Can you think of certain things that make you happy, and without even realizing it, you're drooling on the counter and you're watching her, then the teacher yells your name and return in the normal world! then think "Ugh that beard was almost ... (kissing her in the dream!). Find the girl you love is very difficult because usually the" women " do not know how to enjoy life as we "men". Women want to be always right, want to have many "nutshell", takes three hours to get those horrible things on the face. I say, people look at us! We're also in love with some of us, but we mica we put on lipstick! When you dress always call her girlfriends for advice on how to dress. For women, handsome men are those who are muscular as well as being "rich" Fortunately, I, in my class, I found one that is not so, but it is much smarter, because she does not think about money, is a that if the know how to enjoy life! She, like me satisfied even slightly. I play the fourth and fell in love with her, instead lei non è innamorata di me, ma era innamorata di me in 3a e quindi ora sono innamorato da solo!!!
Ho in bocca il sapore amaro dell’illusione. Forse è più la consapevolezza della disillusione. O anche la l’illusione di una riuscita fallita, o di una emancipazione mai avvenuta, e ancora l'illusione di un benessere insano. O forse è solo disillusione.
Disillusione
Parole mai dette e sensi di colpa pesanti che ti pendono sulla testa, per poi sentirli un giorno si e un giorno no. Ho represso il dolore, provocando altro dolore soffro piango taccio e mi arrendo. Ma resto concreta e disillusa, conscia che qualsivoglia sprazzo di desiderio è destinato a infrangersi contro un muro di basalto, ottusamente, ciclicamente, cinicamente ostinata, con sdegno, con impeto.
Come onde contro una scogliera.
Sono disillusa e concreta quando sistemo i 50 cent nella taschina dei miei jeans. Sono ferma e distaccata. Illusa, inequivocabilmente chiara e distinta, mentre l'odore di fiamme impazzite mi penetra nelle narici. La senti? la constant D, the Final Demolition of my vow of Disillusionment. D as destiny. D as a red dragon. D as a dynamic ... Disaster, Loss, Women, Duel, Damn, Durability, Damage, but basically .... Desire. The duel is just beginning, and has already done enough damage. Leaving the field against the Red Dragon not have escape routes. E 'struggle continues ... clings to you and intoxicate you with its intermittent flames. Squinting, Donna, you're just another piece of living cells ... the answer is unknown ... but maybe it's just a game.
deluded "and suddenly everything went dark, the shadows stretched until it was lost in the night when the The old boy took her hand and asked "God weeps like us?". Meanwhile, the first drops began to fall, the smell of rain, making breathing rose, while the old man clutching his coat said, "God weeps often, I believe, only that we can not know. this is like rain, you know it when you get wet. "
The man is like the rain, we see the other only when we meet, when we collide with them. Just like the rain we quotas, accessories accidental. We will spend as long as rain rain and more rain will not wash away everything. Would you like to move but you know that if you move everything, though it goes, another will be different and you find yourself watching the rain fall, more drops will mark your face and you know that more rain will fall, but "can not rain forever."
you imagined as a young cedar of Lebanon. A young tree, was a gift from the generous hands and planted in the earth. In the most friendly and enlightened of my land. I would have expected to see your take thick bark, your leaves changing to dark green and stretch, your slender figure upwards. I saw your wonderful open umbrella take your leaves and spectacular, reassuring form. I expected, it . With trepidation, carefully, with tender devotion, I would have expected. No hurry without cursing never a single day, including the ones you have grown a little more slowly than expected. I was careful to keep away the annoying animals, those that dig holes, those that threaten the torso. I spared nothing that had defied your presence. I would have found that every drop of your sap had flowed freely from the heart of the earth to the top of your sensitive leaves. I prayed, because it had rained enough. Enough . I wanted to change only in your glory.