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Cloudy cloudy days ... Award

Cloudy cloudy days, cold and unflavored clouds make it rain upon my shoulders, and There is me, walking around, going nowhere, Wishing sun to come and give me a warm and flower scented breeze, Wishing you to phone, Wishing you to come to my arms, and melt Into the Purest, Strongest and everlasting hug. Begging sun to be by me, Until You Are by my side ...

There are days when the sun appears and the humidity I am truly sorry, my chest full of sadness and loneliness. I just want a bit of warm air on my face, a warm spring day I fill the soul, let me tears in excitement, on a highway bound for any place where you can be with you. I close my eyes and I feel that I travel, that the air touches my skin, and I remind you how happy I am on sunny days, and keep those images in my memory for when the clouds tend your bed on my soul and you're not beside me.


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Warmth ...

ONNA , Ro, Princess!

What else have you to thank for this recognition!
Today I have the soul rather than warm and I feel in my heart that my pillow soon will not fail to smile, day or night.

Therefore, this and all my blog post is for you. Being faithful, and kept waiting for my pillow will not shed tears. Kiss

giant!


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This award is subject to accept the following rules:
. Posted in relation to a post by blog author who gives it to you ..
. Make a link to the blog said.
. Choose five blogs you consider the similar qualities (warmth) than those for which it's delivered.
. Linking blogs nominated.
. To express these rules.


My nominees are:

http://revoloteodepalabras.blogspot.com/

http://justjoaco.blogspot.com/

http://daiquirirosa.blogspot.com/

(me permití romper la regla #3 porque no he recorrido lo suficientemente este mundo del blog como para encontrar 5 que me derritan por su calidez; sin embargo, los arriba mencionado son motivo suficiente para que entregue este premio)

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Con intriga, con ansiedad, con esperanza, con anhelo comenzó la noche perfecta ¿La historia perfecta? La historia.

Un lugar cálido, acogedor, donde dos vidas se cruzaron entre palabras y carcajadas. No estaban en la almohada pero cómo me colmaban! Y enjoyed every minute of more, and my blood ran. No, flying and circling in the air. The flavors were invited to share, and looks increasingly difficult, and increasingly strong desire, and feeling increasingly rowdy.
wind sent envious stars, dancing with joy and watched, from time to time, the large showcase that made stage. So this first chapter introduced the characters, gave way, was interesting and opened the doors of this novel.
In darkness and with a minimalist, hearts are opened, laughter is lit, the passion took center stage. The skin is made invisible, almost imperceptible, respiration of both increased and the thirst for rustic tornada hugs throats. Starved of affection we feasted, body to body, feeling our breath, considering our eyes, our gestures, our way of loving. The stories came and took a walk by this, stirring, causing who knows how much feelings. Two exploded and fell tears rolling down his cheek, but I jumped the gap and sustained huge precipice climbed to save them and became a warm and wet kiss, a hug and container.
The fairy of dreams caught us and took us who knows where. We traveled in a nut tightened, but we felt our bodies close and reassured us. We fell to the ground and we did not care. Its hardness housed so many emotions that we felt like a cloud, in which we sank and we returned.
That's how we found the day. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the peepholes of the shutter and caught our loved tangled. Cold outside and hot inside, our bodies are fused ... Already


calmly, a gentle breeze in the morning we gave in the face, his touch foods like cereal for breakfast and birds celebrating life as we passed. We walked together, as the night before, or maybe more. Trying to understand everything, amazed, with more uncertainty and anxiety, perhaps, to know what would happen the next moment.

Only time will know ...


Maybe this time, I'll be lucky
Maybe this time, he'll stay

Maybe this time For the first time
Love Will not hurry away

I will hold me fast I'll be

home at last Not a loser anymore
Like the last time
And the Time Before

winner Everybody loves a
So nobody loved me;
'Lady Peaceful,' 'Lady Happy,'
That's what I long to be
All the odds are in my favor
Something's bound to begin
It's got to happen, happen sometime
Maybe this time I'll win

Everybody loves a winner
So nobody loved me;
'Lady Peaceful,' 'Lady Happy,'
That's what I long to be
All the odds are in my favor
Something's bound to begin
It's got to happen, happen sometime
Maybe this time
Maybe I'll win this time

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echo to write and I do not know why I do not know if you want, what I mean; but I feel something inside that wants out, wants to sprout ...
ambré aroma is that I opened the soul and gave movement to my fingers, it's that inner peace that makes me happy is that health has returned to my mortal body, that makes me to feel like jump and scream, run and sing ... and dreaming ... and fly ... and love.
is background music that inspires me, surrounds me, lifts me and walks me wrapped in tape , light blue and white to blend into the clouds and shine with the sun ...
is that music fills my soul and filling my lungs with air, making it exhilarating to my last cell and producing tingling that my hair stands on end. Undoubtedly
I'm going crazy, and it is worrying ...
walk the streets stealing kisses and giving hugs and smiles and jumping, dropping laughter, falling in love with life, love ... Spreading my insanity to those who feel helpless and those who believe it is very close to be-entirely happy. Is very close to meet in that corner, whose back is the love of our lives waiting ... The love of every one of us who might be around the corner, comes with flowers in hand, a particularly bright eyes and a heart pounding like herd of horses that give the wind dancing in their manes.
and my fingers take me away, as the wind makes the leaves, seeds, with the umbrella of the ladies in the days of rain ... my fingers I embarked on this journey and make me forget what I mean. You'll forgive me for staying so quiet is that I sincerely blocked the cell in which everything was saved. It is an embarrassment, I know, I can only blush and apologize ... is that these days the sun has made me lose my sanity, I saw him come running so radiant the countryside, I rode through the grass and I stopped with freesias musical notes I gave to my senses. I have sung with the birds and I have taught piano to play a Mockingbird, I have tumbled with the squirrels in the forest and I slept a few naps bonsai below my window ... is that your shadow inspires me and reminds me so much I want to write and unfortunately today I forgot ... forgiveness to remain here silent.

Sweet dreams ...

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Happy day ... Today

of those who want but can not be ...
of those who do not know what it is to be ...
of those who were ...
of that will be ...
of living ...
of those who dream to be awake ...
in order ...

... OF LOVE!

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no smiles on the pillow ...

... just anxiety, fear, uncertainty, fatigue, boredom ... and desire to live another reality.

tomorrow.

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this is not the simple story of a clown ... Not the story of a comedian who makes his living doing laugh ...
this clown has feelings, love, suffer, laugh, cry ...
want to do everything possible to see you smile, but do not forget, I have a beating heart, not teach him to walk if you then continue on the road all by yourself, not full of illusions, do not hurt him

" Promise?