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Jan 26 2010

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Beruby: € 7.36

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Jan 19 2010

neobux: $ 0.57

publipt: € 0.42 and 1.107 points

upbux: $ 0.60

Beruby: 7, o4 €

Jan 13 2010

Jan 13 2010

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Nov 02 2009

No one seems determined to fix it yourself. Everyone wants to get the others.

Nov 02 2009

You already had a name, and I do not know
if you were the source or breeze or sea or flower.
In my versoso call thee Love.

Eugenio de Andrade
The hands and the fruits

Oct 31 2009

So alone!

More and more long paths

which lead me to the people

(and thoughts locked in cages,

ideas in cages).

Ah not escape me!

Not bite, do not scratch.

I will say:

"Of course! Pshaw! You're right. "

Then, in the cage,

Sing in silence

dreams, ideas,

as dumb birds.

Fernanda de Castro

Three poems of loneliness

Oct 20 2009

My good, it's so hard to leave a dream behind. Up. Talk is easy and then the rest?! what goes on our hearts. There will always be the 'and if I had done differently' 'and if it did not' 'and' 'and' ... ... ..

Oct 20 2009

"It was summer and the holidays had started a week ago. As always, was in Nazareth, in my grandmother's house. This year would be different. He was 17 a few days and finally was able to go out at night with my cousins and friends.

On the beach we made the foolish custom: racquetball, wink to the boys, tell jokes, eat ice cream.

The Paul was really cute. She was 19 and green eyes. I do not know why, it was me who chose and I was dying melted when he asked me to ear, "want to date me?" As in old movies and novels ...

It was not just a passion of summer. What Paul said that every day, and when the holidays are over and everyone returned home, wrote, telefonávamos and weekend every other weekend, not weeks, we traveled 60 miles to meet.

I was a virgin. After four months of dating we had already "advanced" so much that I decided to take the pill. Of course we knew we could not have a baby!

We made love three times. Started the scans, Paul had much to study, every time we had least contact.

I started to feel strange: I had nausea, a slight fever, he was always upset. I went to the doctor, I did a test to see if she was pregnant. No, it was not. The Paul called. We had to speak, he had made peace with his ex-girlfriend, was a complicated story, had dated two years ended, they walked with others, again, blah, blah, blah ... Summer is over, defenitivamente. And there was no autumn. The transition was 40 degrees in the shade there for about ten negative.

I thought that all this physical discomfort that he felt he had to do with the emotional devastation caused by the loss. My friends dkiziam me that no one dies of love. Not true. I'm 32 and I'm dying. AIDS or love, now it does ... "

"In love madly in love

certainly love love

Marta "

Oct 18 2009

In adolescence everything seems exaggerated. Our body becomes. We are different and it is difficult to understand our feelings and our reactions to change.

Understanding these sudden attacks of depression, the need for isolation, then followed by uncontrollable bouts of laughter for no apparent reason?

Being a teenager means moving from child to young man is almost, almost be a woman. It means feeling the body changes that are not always to our liking and load all of a sudden, with a lot of responsibilities.

Being a teenager means to suffer and enjoy, love and hate, to want everything and do without. Because, as easily, we fell in love and hate, laugh and cry, demanding that we pay attention and want to pass unnoticed, we want to hear us but we do not interrogate.

We want to know everything, see everything, my everything. Prtir the discovery of ourselves and the world. And we want to get it for ourselves ... but knowing that someone around who loves us, trust us and is ready to reach out a hand when we need it.