Constraint
[...] We like to draw parallels immensely similarity between poetry and painting, so much so that we call the sister arts. But where can we find such close ties, such as to characterize the affinity between the compositions in prose and in those verses? Both speak through the same organs and the organs themselves are addressed, the bodies in which they embody are of the same substance, their affections arise from inbreeding and are almost identical, without however differ in intensity. Poetry is not crying "tears of angels," but human tears, it can not boast that heavenly ambrosia flowing through his veins, much higher than the plasma of prose, both in the veins of the same human blood circulates.
William Wordsworth - Preface to the 1800 edition of "Lyrical Ballads"
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Sidelight Door Panel Curtains
If I lay here ... Soil Tests
A beautiful song and Gray's Anatomy ... ç_ç
A beautiful song and Gray's Anatomy ... ç_ç
Monday, May 21, 2007
Outdoor Rabbit Hutch Plans
Of the tests. Accurate this lj has never been very interesting, so it will never be required to be ... ç_ç
Click here to create your own painting.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Jcpenny How Much To Color
you know the story of the man who falls from a building fifty floors and each floor is repeated: so far so good, so far so good, so far so good ...
... The problem is not in the fall, but in landing.
La Haine - Mathieu Kassovitz
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Day Before Period And Cervix Is High.
Angels
Tonight I think what is more beautiful in life, mine or anyone else, does not matter. I think what I am, everything I have, to be able to have, that I will never be. I find beautiful.
moonless night
And silence that consumes me,
Time passes quickly
And it all goes away ...
Preda events and age.
But that fear never goes for you.
Angelo, take care of her,
You can not see beyond that which gives
and naivety is part of her ...
That's part of me. What remains
pain and prayers, if God does not want?
empty words in the wind,
You realize in a moment: Are we alone
... This is the reality?
It is a fear that ... never goes away.
Angelo, take care of her,
you can not see beyond that which gives
And all the pain that cries from the world
Become a noise that digs deep,
In the silence of a tear.
you can not see beyond that which gives
and naivety is part of her ...
That's part of me.
(Francesco Renga - Angelo)
Tonight I think what is more beautiful in life, mine or anyone else, does not matter. I think what I am, everything I have, to be able to have, that I will never be. I find beautiful.
moonless night
And silence that consumes me,
Time passes quickly
And it all goes away ...
Preda events and age.
But that fear never goes for you.
Angelo, take care of her,
You can not see beyond that which gives
and naivety is part of her ...
That's part of me. What remains
pain and prayers, if God does not want?
empty words in the wind,
You realize in a moment: Are we alone
... This is the reality?
It is a fear that ... never goes away.
Angelo, take care of her,
you can not see beyond that which gives
And all the pain that cries from the world
Become a noise that digs deep,
In the silence of a tear.
you can not see beyond that which gives
and naivety is part of her ...
That's part of me.
(Francesco Renga - Angelo)
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Cellular Respiration Rate Raptile Mammal
Rituals
I changed the settings a little journal. I do not think there's much else to do when you've just spent a hellish night because of neck pain. I can not stand sick on Saturday, and not because he is a holy day and other shit like they say all teenagers, but for the simple fact that if I stay at home, I have to pay eight hundred thousand free split Cock and weekends is hard. ç_ç
Yesterday afternoon (no risk even kill the pain despite being on track) I read four or five issues of WITCH (and I'm also angry because I could not find the 24 XD). I would say it is symptomatic of some serious damage brain ...
And then two days listening to the soundtrack of The Village. I saw a life time ago and the soundtrack is always impressed me. ç_ç
Ah, what's more I cycle. I'm going crazy! ò_é
I changed the settings a little journal. I do not think there's much else to do when you've just spent a hellish night because of neck pain. I can not stand sick on Saturday, and not because he is a holy day and other shit like they say all teenagers, but for the simple fact that if I stay at home, I have to pay eight hundred thousand free split Cock and weekends is hard. ç_ç
Yesterday afternoon (no risk even kill the pain despite being on track) I read four or five issues of WITCH (and I'm also angry because I could not find the 24 XD). I would say it is symptomatic of some serious damage brain ...
And then two days listening to the soundtrack of The Village. I saw a life time ago and the soundtrack is always impressed me. ç_ç
Ah, what's more I cycle. I'm going crazy! ò_é
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
2002 Ski Doo Tundra R
Remote
Oh I am growing tired Of
Allowing you to steal Everything I have You're making me feel
Like I was born to service you
But I am growing by the hour You left us to
behind So we all discard Our Souls
And blaze through your skies So unafraid to die
Cause I was born to destroy you
And I am growing by the hour
And I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, yeah
You led me on You
You led me on
Oh, and I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, yeah
(Muse - Hate this & I'll love you)
Oh I am growing tired Of
Allowing you to steal Everything I have You're making me feel
Like I was born to service you
But I am growing by the hour You left us to
behind So we all discard Our Souls
And blaze through your skies So unafraid to die
Cause I was born to destroy you
And I am growing by the hour
And I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, yeah
You led me on You
You led me on
Oh, and I'm getting strong in every way
Yeah, yeah
(Muse - Hate this & I'll love you)
Monday, March 5, 2007
Yahoo Cbs Espn Fantasy Basketball
Zvetok
I understand that the skin in this world, it should be sold dear. I understand that the dignity and respect for ourselves are the only things that really have.
If I think of all the lost time to be a slave to someone, without a vicious ideological foundations of habit said to be too reassuring to be abandoned, I feel the lava flow into a rage. Thinking
submission, the wasted hours to convince not find enough strength, will, reason or sense I find it natural to consider every minute, every second that I could devote myself, to discover, to know me, to listen to me.
"We sell off our honesty very easily, but it is really the only thing we have is our last little space. Within that inch we are free." (Valerie, from V for Vendetta)
I understand that the skin in this world, it should be sold dear. I understand that the dignity and respect for ourselves are the only things that really have.
If I think of all the lost time to be a slave to someone, without a vicious ideological foundations of habit said to be too reassuring to be abandoned, I feel the lava flow into a rage. Thinking
submission, the wasted hours to convince not find enough strength, will, reason or sense I find it natural to consider every minute, every second that I could devote myself, to discover, to know me, to listen to me.
"We sell off our honesty very easily, but it is really the only thing we have is our last little space. Within that inch we are free." (Valerie, from V for Vendetta)
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