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Prologue


The rain fell heavily on Beijing. He just did not move for fear of bursting into a dangerous emotion. Did not want to endanger the life of the Chinese, because ... for some reason ... I could not. I wanted to kill them both. In China for betraying him, for having wounded. Wanted to kill Hong Kong for daring to take to China. China, which was YOURS

and only YOU. In
then felt a great temptation to break into the house, kill Hong Kong (perhaps with his own hands, so I enjoy it more) and remind him to China ( His way) that belonged to him alone. It belonged to him and nobody else. But this time I could not, so had been limited to stand there in the front yard of the house of Chinese, imagining a very masochistic and Hong Kong to China filled with kisses and took it off again and again.

always thought that China was happy with the ...

had always tried to show her how much I wanted, had done his best to control their predatory instincts (And what it cost), had even stopped drinking vodka (VODKA!) as often, because the Chinese did not like! Did not understand that he was wrong. He had made to abandon it? To ...?



-I-Ivan? - Call a voice a little blown out by the sound of rain hitting the floor. The Russian turned his head toward the place where the voice. The Chinese had been leaning over one of the sliding doors of the house. I looked at him with an expression ... what? Now felt sorry for him? He said nothing.



-Ivan, are you doing here in the rain? Russia go home "just watch it, the common smile that looked in his face had disappeared to and several hours ago - N-Have not you heard, aru? Go! - Russia


flicker heavily before he turned to leave, back to that cold cold cold and lonely place.



And please do not come back, "the voice before the Russian disappeared.






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Dead Love

There are things you should not live, I know. And I feel you have to experience this, but it is what you get.

I know that as you stood in the doorway you could feel your ideals, your dreams, explore your body, being carried away by the icy water that fell on you, to the ground.

Quiet, still not quite understand what was in front of you. Then when you finally see again the ability to speak, locked in your room, you will laugh without grace and understand the poetry of the facts, see the ephemeral art in the situacióny your reaction. I know.

Perhaps because the first impression, perhaps it was because you had never expected such a scenario in a room with your mother, it is because no one should see things like that less when they involve loved ones. More so when is your only family. But you have to make the attempt to accept it.

had just returned from a party at the house of your best friend. Your mother had been on leave to look for an hour already, but after having waited forty minutes, decided to walk back with your boyfriend who left you in the door of his home after a great kiss. Transpiration of dancing, with a little alcohol in the blood, something messy hair and no lipstick, went through the house looking for some sign of life. More left to say that you did not find no.

the end found his body in bed. Naked with a man under the same conditions at his side, pulled the wrong way. She lay on his back with legs bent and open, somewhat clenched hands resting on the sheets that were once beige, and arms off so clearly had tried to join.

Her face was white back then, as the most magnificent ivory. The reddish color that characterized his cheeks had escaped while the lives of their eyes, which were now open with horror, looking at nothing. Or not. A glow on his face betrayed the previous physical activity. But that was not all.

you know? Maybe you should not remember these details, but you do. Maybe it's not fair that I do turn to you, but if you do not stop, I will not either. Will the human morbidity what drives you, that was always well marked on you, or perhaps the need to verify if all you saw was real, if in fact the whole damn pain that was embedded as a stake cold on your chest was a rationale, if everything that comprised the demon box was just a nightmare and if at any time awake. Want to check it and share it, so I want to help you with this letter, do not hate me for it.

After your lover has fallen like a dead weight on it, as a result of muted shot in his head, and the graceless thief prodding the body to one side, the first thing he was stabbed in the stomach, before she even realized that teníaa partner inside you, hard and hot. Gimiese After a while, spit some blood and treated to avoid the pain with movements in vain, his eyes opened widely, full of questions (what happens and how does it happen? " why? And, my favorite who does?) and focused on the son of a bitch, that is removed the dagger from his heart and return to embed in your belly Now, opening a channel with a crimson fluid and powerful movement. Oh, please, remember that everything has a reason, only expected.

He stopped to appreciate a second his work, enough for her to accept his fate and let themselves be misled by the unconscious, as a result of heavy blood loss. More forcefully took the gun and buried it in his heart, ending his wicked pounding. Even so and after having carried out such acts, dementia was born from the deepest recesses of his mind and flew into the threads of his plan. With the help of the edge and their own strength, he pulled the vessel out as always love that body regarded by the Egyptians as the source of the soul. I wanted it for himself, he deserved it, you have to know. He won because he had fought more than anyone to get it. You should be aware of this, he was destined to be his only love in the world, only that she failed to understand in time.

He took in her hands painted blood and admired for some time that he made it eternal, but surely they were minutes. More Yet, despite having in their hands, I could not feel his love, impatient, kissed a few times, trying to find and enjoy that feeling always denied. Yet nothing in her body vibrated, nothing I had read on the subject had presence.

The disappointment over him was so great that he could not contain it and cried like a baby. You should try to understand, was something I needed and not even having it so received. In desperation, he believed in innocence and stupidity (although, in fact, in my humble opinion are synonyms) they really love was not in the heart, but she might be elsewhere. And he never knew of anyone who has done what he meant that no account had fallen into that detail. So, again brandishing the knife, decided to find the pasióny affection it deserves. In this way, ran through his body with cuts scarlet, plunged his hands into the wounds and felt between warm guts, concentrating on the sensations they perceive their toes, looking for what they most wanted.

still crying when passing and more anxious and anger, began to remove the body without care, which little by little lost all trace of heat. Starting with anger, finally get a few, after touching them with atencióny, discovering that he felt nothing, whizzed through the room. Thus, splashed sand-colored walls with the elixir, creating a painting full of panic and helplessness. The crimson carpet and was affected by these details, but if you look closely you'll find traces of tissue or blood, or both. Although certainly fell into account that when you approached the body, not believing what your eyes see, to confirm, with some nonsense, if indeed it was dead.

hereby goes without saying that it was. I hope you've washed your hands and face after that, the dried blood is a nuisance. I know. And you've changed clothes, too, that blue shirt is so cute with spots.

Now it is time to reveal some things: your mother was pregnant, a few months. The father who killed her and was very sorry. He felt very bad when he learned that she was with another man at the same time that he (the man was not interested, really, a shame that perished in a situation, é , l was not to blame). He had tried repeatedly to speak with her, but was elusive, you ought to know. Although the intentions of your mother was performing an abortion, he believed that this child was the sign of the love he felt for her, made flesh. That within his small little body was the source of his love, pure and powerful in his own heart. And your mother would not accept such displays of affection in it seemed very heartless and so was his reaction. Cause and consequence, as you say.

The point is that I want to apologize. Are more Beautiful she and I know that most intelligent I also know that your mother loved you very much and wish your life was better than hers. Maybe now, after all, you get a chance to be. Do not thank me, but I did it for spite, I now understand more solemn the consequences of my actions and how favorable they are to you.

not feel never alone, right? Your brother and I always look after you, remember that we are for you. Although he has died for love and that I never could feel it. ----




NAPES. I come with this three days ago, I noticed on my notebook and on the keyboard. And I think that would continue to do it not for the help of Wiki ; did not feel comfortable because I was not sure if I could feel that queríay she helped me realize that yes ; he did. Thanks back, Zorrae.


Okay, I'll see if I can continue my table functions. Ro

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Dead body functions, 9 and 10 General 1

I got five: D Here is the table and my reminder here.


9. Watch:

walked a few steps uneven. He came to make a parcel and find a few things. His feet moved in one direction alone but I knew long ago that ran. If you listen between the disorder of her hair to neck scarf and a pair of chains, you could see up to your ears a couple of cables, and if you ignore all sounds, from its footsteps, breathing n producing a mist, the distant and the cars to the sea, could feel the sound of music at high volume.

Her hair danced around her with the passage of light wind and walking, his eyes looking forward and occasionally to the ground to keep off the remains of last night's rain.

felt some cold, the fall was at its height, but did not know, had his hands in his pockets. The moisture in the air mingled with the smell of wet grass and earth. The barking of a dog made aware of where he was, making music to pass the background.

Your

mind had no reason to compare, it was their brand, involuntary act. Watched the blue gates, which surrounded the entire entry, with disgust. A penalty and on-foot wall could see the grass or bushes rather than remaining. How many falls, scrapes, green male had happened there? I could almost hear the shouts of his companions, saying that while she had moved to laugh, when they played "cigarette 43" . And now, as an overhead that superponíaa their memories, written walls spray and graceless, with insults of all kinds, the pair of broken glass and covered by cartons, were filled with pity.

Nostalgia overshadowed his walk at a leisurely pace. He noted the site more closely, one last time before going home. The music took place in his mind back and rushed over. Everything was like a kind of lapse in which the world became slow.

shook his head slightly, smiled and squeezed a little more the sack. I wanted a hot coffee on arrival.

10. Playing:

unclean fingers like worms crawling on you. Suffocating hugs fill you with warmth. Soft caresses tremors calmed crying at night. Slapping that let you skin tingling for hours. Tender kisses that relax the soul. Playful kick to make you laugh. Thrusts that make you lose your balance, precarious in itself, and that still make you laugh aloud. Arms around you gently, atrayéndote against his body, that make you feel protected, loved and understood.

The velvet feel under your fingers, the needles stuck into them after hitting something, the warmth that stays on the skin after contact.

And that is all. Touching and being touched. Feeling the other rather than ethereal presence that accompanies you only emotionally or mentally. When you get lonely give you hand when you feel sad that they give you a hug when you're happy a kiss to fill you with joy. All those touches that make you know they are there and you, at that time and for you.

Find touching and being touched, to feel, to admire, study, learn. Drag the tip of your fingers on the skin of other and realize every detail, save it in your memory and then driving. Prove beyond words and expressions, the emotions that believe in you.

Let them flow, and make them dance with a partner, move arms in arms. Turning to the sound of a cursed or blessed song that makes you dizzy and drunk, it forces you to echo on your feelings, knowing that you may fool you. And the touch line becomes the only reality, tight. Floating between his hands, laughing or crying, but always dancing.

And you want to spend a special. Do you want me to do a somersault and end up in his arms at last. Has been dancing for a long time now, just want to hold on to yours and continue the frenzy. So, there and as long as the song.



--- Well, as I said before, there are five. I want to see if I can make two or three more for next week and finish within two. Then, I saw another table that draws me attention, but should finish the other Grief Literary Vices of Artemis Fowl that I have done ... since the beginning of the forum u_u


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complete this table. I made four long, now I have three and then go up.


7.
eyes

Do not look, do not look there. Because you eat and you shake your legs and you can not follow and ...

Gods, so staring at you. Cold great, but watching. He was a star that had hit them and made them that color so extrañoy terribly intoxicating.

The body is devoid of any sensation. It is observing the windows of a deep terror, you're watching the pot, trying to know where the bottom, knowing that probably end up there, drowning in the mud of his mind. Sweet is the fear we all have inside, the curiosity of the danger.

His eyes penetrated you slowly was a wicked game you did not want to miss. Although you are the toy.

9.

disease

took his things, put them with violence in a bag that I could not see color, because the tears dimmed the world and became meaningless. Shaking with pent up anger and prayed because he was not the room, you know you will reduce your decision with pleading eyes and downcast face. And you forgive, back, and ended up entangled in sheets, and forget why you were so angry and how you could do if he was so perfect. And I remember weeks later, increasingly annoying, because it hurts their poisonous sting of pain then, is precious.

It's like a disease, it was not going at all, to be appeased and made you delirious, touching the sky with my fingertips. But when the symptoms return, they make you feel empty, soulless, improper and linked to the suffering lonely tax you'd be there, a couple of hours with him.


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The footage in your hands, carefully. Not sure if it's because you do not want anything to happen or if you do not want a sink my spine.

smile, with a very sad sweetness of your face. The rose was fragile despite its petals believed able to withstand wind, rain and heat, were so easy to start almost felt sorry. The more beautiful, more fragile and ephemeral.

freshly cut, dew on it was cool. With a kiss you drink, quiet, enjoying. The softness caresses your lips, was so docile that made you want to bite you, to prove his importance in front of your power. Because you'd stay over time and roses are gone with the wind.

17. Risa

When you do, you create a strange vibration in my stomach. It's like jumping and creates an echo inside me. I pasted your desire to live and I want to copy you, hold on to train your happiness and go far, travel to where they've never been to know where is your joy.

is caste, is ephemeral and sweet. I enjoy it as much as I can when I can. I know I can always not listen, I can not cooing all the time in your laughter. Sometimes I wish record yourself when you do, just so when you're not with me, to put it again and again and remember good things, at least once.

I want you with me always because you make me feel special, like the one who should hear your laughter and it is.

Never stop, please.

18.
blow

Twisting in bed. Look at the clock. Four in the morning.

The sound of movement of the needle pierces your mind with a dull pace. Although the pillow surround your head, covering ears, noise Dull is still perceptible. You do not understand and not fall sleep surrendered; want to give the wall of frustration.

If not for the damn device hits your senses, you would have fallen long ago given up. Despair begins to press your chest slowly, as when water falls from the cup overflowed. You are filled with rage, you get a lump in my throat. Your legs become entangled in the sheets, you get dizzy from sleep, close your eyes tightly, trying to ignore the bloody torture that was the alarm clock beside your bed, and when you open the world falters.

Your hands twitch, anger explodes inside you. Take it. Puc, puc, puc, sounds against your hand.

Creating an arc around you, you throw it with power to any point in the room. Hitting the wall creates an echo that is rapidly absorbed through the air.

you settle into bed and hope to sleep at last.

Although the sueñoy fatigue are gone ...

19.
traces

travels with trembling hands, is like looking at your past and find traces of you in each of them. Among pictures embittered and dull, sad and confusing phrases relatively limited. You know it was a painful time for you, many changes, discoveries and betrayal.

And as you progress through the timeline pseudo your notebooks created, you could see details of the person we are. From the first, with misspellings, lines deformed and desperate, until finally, in bold face, acceptable grammar and proper words.

almost seemed that each had your fingers marked the passing of your hands invisible on the sidelines, saying without doubt that you had been there. That was the trail that took you to be who you are now.

Thanks, you helped me a lot.

20.
ball

fell from his hands after a second of silence waiting. It bounced on the floor with three spades and then went rolling into nowhere. Still, his eyes did not deviate from what was in front. His mind is scattered among many thoughts, all related to it.

ran Perhaps, then. Perhaps they strode. The point is that finished next to him, almost dancing with joy, surprised and happy. Walking your way, go where you go.

And the ball had a replacement now, so it's not worth the look. ----







Wow, I finished. I'm so happy: D My first table

finished, I want chocolate.

Lalalala. ARREARS Happy Easter: D Ro

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I cry When Angels Deserve to Die ...

Okay, I hear that sort of thing must not be good. But it is what it is.
There are many things that I do not think good of me and for me. I could list and order challenge me to write about it xD. But first I must finish with which I have.


I continue with body functions. You see, this challenge is Claim ... I xD. I wanted to play and I'm doing.
Now the image of "smile" makes me so happy and high I could not avoid writing what I wrote. Me vale, who it hurts.

5.
smile

listened to the sounds they made. Kissed slowly, testing, learning. He was inexperienced and knew, but was guided by the exclamations of pleasure that made his companion.

were at the entrance to the hallway leading to the bathroom. His hands were on her waist and held firmly against own body. She felt in her neck, licking, sucking, scraping with his teeth. He sighed and caused a chill in your partner.

could not remember his name right, but I was sure it started with "E". No matter, really. I was sure he did not know yours.

The thing had been quite simple, more than usual. It was something that interested him, with how she was coping. All trouble is probably going to have marks next day.

The music behind them had changed the pace and it warned. Tried to get away a bit but he, with other thoughts, he sought her lips and slowly licked. She stifled a gasp of pleasure and rested his hands on his chest. And oh-by-all-the-gods. Beneath his hand between his shirt and skin, there was something hard, just where is the nipple. But it was more firm and cold. She gasped, impressed. That feeling in your hand, mixed with a kiss and was saturated, arrows sent his groin and stomach. The son of his real mother had her nipple pierced and never had hit something.

was followed by the kiss and unconsciously played with the ring between his fingers, on the web. He smiled slyly, and pressed closer to her body, while his hand down and sought other attractions.

She smiled. The situation had gone from his hands and did not want. I really wanted to be left to do but it was neither time nor place. He had never stopped fiddling by a stranger and never going to happen.

Firmly left him. He took his hands, sat at the sides. He smiled proudly, clarifying what had already queríay no thanks, looking. He frowned, and her expression deepened. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek, turned around and left, muttering an "I have to go" without.

6. Kissing

He lay in bed with sleeping gesture, but his mind did not stop working. She hugged the pillow, as usual, and leaned on it with a sigh. I felt something twist inside her, warm, soft, up his chest and harassing her throat.

was pleasant, it made him feel mild tingling in the soles of the feet and thighs. It was like a satin sheet cubríay you you were naked under it, enjoying his touch, closing his eyes with passivity.

Remembering made something jump in the chest and filled with a thick, warm water, which drowned in a slow, painful, but terribly glorious. It was like a bird flying into his body and wanted to escape, and although she opened her mouth did not.

was a river, one could almost say, one that flowed through his body, flailing aimlessly, wanting to destroy energy. But when he received the name and memories, would be prosecuted and strategic points near her, making her delirious. I wanted to sleep, and, despite trying, the mind is not extinguished. I did not want, no.

took the mp3 that was on the nightstand beside his bed, and then putting it, lit it. The music hit your ears and tried hard to follow, in whispers, but every time he opened his mouth a name was determined to escape her despair. And she closed tightly, clenched teeth.

sighed, defeated, and let your mind do what he wanted. Gradually, and almost without realizing it, the muscles were relaxed and fatigue caught his head.

Still, the gap persisted in his mouth, the feeling that something was missing in them and increased with each pass of cocoa butter.

Gods, much needed kiss.

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Gradually and advances, dammit. There are fifteen xDD. Ro



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Given that I am too lazy to open another post, I put it here: d

7. Play

Six forty-five o'clock. You get up, you crawl to the bathroom, return to your room, dress, pick the things you need in the day, you go through the hallway, knocking on doors of two rooms, warning that going to breakfast, take a cup of coffee and if there are cookies, eat a couple.

You sit in the chair facing the glass door to the patio and out of the house most used. Look at your dog to sleep, lying in front of her. They sleep in summer todavíay would be torture for the poor animal. The heat is oppressive. Not finished yet dawn, the sun is waking up gently leans her head reciény between the sheets that are clouds around it. The moon is barely, if you look closely at the window.

your sisters go in front of you, say something, ignore them. Not in the mood, you're never in the morning and you do not care to be. To take the fucking matecocido they had done and did not fuck you over, please. You just want to go back to bed and not return to hear the alarm clock.

The group most revolting orange in the world with mud stains use morning after a night of rain to the front of the house. Honk twice, stridently unnecessary. Sometimes you want to scream why shit what did, if he knew that they went as appeared in the corner. And if not, they were asleep and now, there is no way around it. Breathe deep, there is no reason to argue.

Tomas bag and hang it on your shoulder. Sales of the house muttering a "see" light, the dog jumps up, wake up, before you, greeting you, and only smiled. Chirrea the gate when you open it, but ignore the sound. Bed, bed, and again, you repeat. You go orange and you can sit in the first place you see free. Behind the grupete of always doing scandal. Where do the very dogs energy?

You grab your player, looking for some tranquility to your favorite music. The electric guitar hits your ears and relaxes you gently rocking. The song creates a kind of parallel reality to that world, it makes sound waves take you somewhere else where there are no classes or schedules, or anything where you are coming or respect. Just relief.

8. Falling

Sap, stroke, removed the ridge, breaking the snout, stumble, stumble, slip. Fall.

always fell. Its pathetic balance, lack of concentration, his great ability to forget that one foot should be at the front of the other to walk. Annoying hair covering his eyes, but at other times made good use, small, clumsy feet. And his great ability to finish in the ass in the worst place and time.

But she knew two types of falls: those that hurt you the ass or the knee, or did you want to cry, mourn and kicking but still had to smile as if nothing happened. As if you just hit the wall and the elegant little shit you, or someone has done for you, and to fall with both feet together becomes more unrealistic.

And you know that despite Having A ladder slipped, losing standing in the most unexpected places, to have the ability to finish on the floor with the lower slope, the more painful are not no feet or hands or nothing to stop the rapid approach of your face to the ground, where no blood but want to scream. Where the pain is inside you and you know that there will be more marked than in the left in your soul.

Those that will leave a scratch that no one sees and only you feel.

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We with the functions, D


have them written ... because in my mind. Now I'm going to devote entirely to writing. Come on, you can.

2. Take

ran air. He was a gentle trot, which made my feet stuck in the fine earth from the beach. In the distance we could hear the faint sound of children playing.

I fixed my eyes on the distant gray dot, jumping, playing with the waves. I smiled softly. The temperature was ideal in such a place, had a gentle breeze that made it more fun, carrying traces of salt and water to my face.

I closed my eyes, that should not enter into them. She barked at me, calling me to go and play. Laughed and hurried step.

returned to lash out against a wave, but did not measure or strength or size of this. Time stopped. There was nothing in my head to get there and remove it.

The more consecutive strides were made. I did not think it was an animal, which had an instinct, which could leave her alone. All I had in my head was that it was seven in the evening, the tide subíay that my child was in the water and had to be.

The latter became eternal but too short, it seemed that the more trouble later lead. The adrenaline was injected into my body so fast that I did not realize this, the anxiety I drew breath. I could not think of anything else to get there, and .

screamed in desperation, her name. She barked, nothing more. "Sasha Sasha!" , my throat was broken into pieces but did not stop. I needed the breath, nothing but his image had felt inside my head and onto my retinas.

As soon as she came in, went out. The sea spat, I do not know if my prayers, I do not know if it was his strength.

I reached her, dead of relief. I shook and soaked up and down, and I never could care less. I whined, fríoy annoyed at how wet I was. I jumped on it, I clung to his neck and breathed deep. The air, with its smell, and sea salt droplets, went into me. Administered a soothing warmth through my body to the tip of my fingers and back, even my scalp skin made me chicken and she licked my face and hands, between scared and happy.

Tome air again. I was drowning in sensation, between past terror, tranquility because it was me and fatigue after the explosion in my body. The jacket pulled his collar, put it, and then to inspect all dry it a little more with my hands and stare in their eyes, one brown and one blue, we started heading back home.

3.
asleep
"The difference ... the electrons pass to ... - With a curse, no longer pass the time. I want to go, I want to go, to shut up.

-Ro, do not sleep-'s all I want, Nany, is all I want.

"If you sleep you'll always, what say you?" I whispered to the girl who sits in front of me, he scribbled on paper, by taking notes on what the teacher said.

"Therefore," if not who is going to spend what he said the old man? - Traitor.

-lined, you will costar.-squinting, stared at her. Sonríey me I can not help you sonrío. "I'll do what I can.

I looked at my notes. Well ... I tried. Everything was blurry, eyelids weighed me. How could I concentrated on what the teacher said. Squeezed the pen in my hand, stared at him. It was hot, the air was stale and did not let us open the door. Despite the opening of one of the windows, which hovered around the classroom as well earning the name "tank", there was no ventilation. The tie, though it was quite loose, it seemed increasingly tightened around my neck. The sweater was becoming uncomfortable, but I call attention to get it out by wearing dark shirt down. Agradecíaa all the gods use skirt.

I looked around, trying to unlock my senses numb. Ago, all my colleagues were lying on their seats, sleeping soundly or drawing in the margins. Beside me, my friend was rather abstract doodles in his hand, that the teacher does not see it. I sighed, defeated. I had no other.

"Then, when a change in the current flowing by ... - With a demon! Could not varying his voice? It was so dull, grave and gentle lulling you. If it does not accommodate my holster is going to realize ... No! Ro, no! After not understand a shit and you know you do not get the face to ask things that really should have listened. Ah, but three dollars a photocopy of each side of notes, not less.

Had not worse on a Monday afternoon?

4. Running

I looked down. It was pretty steep, yes, but he had a virgin pequeñoy valley at my feet, with dry grass close to the arrival of autumn. The trees began to take an orange color, which made the green contrast. Logs are dried, you could see some abandoned nests.

was five feet almost straight drop, and then long strides to pick up the pace and run a hundred yards of pure pleasure. And yes, then I get tired, estarçia greatest disquietude but it was worth. And of course, the chances that I twisted my foot and fall round the next fifty meters were quite large. Now, when I had imported it?

observed backward, and almost were coming to me. I smiled. Predatory expression was hacíaa my sisters laugh and follow me, and my uncle expect more crazy.

jumped with little momentum, the grass has lost the feeling of my feet on them. I could feel the two pseudo approached the ravine, looking down and out behind me. Hit the floor my legs and rocked me, but I threw myself forward to push and get out to run.

My ponytail had come loose and the hair, hip-length, danced behind me. The wind blew hard and my eyes filled with tears, dry. I heard an insult from the mouth of one of them and my uncle followed us, then assess the situation.

was freedom, adrenaline, wanting to scream and say there was me and that you ought to cum because it will not stop. Not because they wanted to, either.

I started to laugh when I saw that the force was running out, all I had to do was concentrate on that one foot was in front of another, what else is in charge of gravity.

The strides became shorter and less speed, the left arms of seeking balance around me. The hair, by a breeze, hid my face. I put it out with his hand, annoyed. But still had the biggest smile drawn. The adrenaline is slowly evaporating from my body, but there were still butterflies in my stomach and victory in my throat.

watched my sisters, who commented on the accióny grace.

"Almost killed me, I saw the crowd there," laughed the youngest.

was known in a strange place, but ours. And that was the most memorable run.



Well, I got tired.

Kisses, Ro

Tattoos N Endometriosis

rochy_true @ 2009-02-16T17: 26:00

This ends up in my mail box xD


# YOUR SIDE MALE:
- You love jeans: Yep.
- Dogs are better than cats, cats are cleaner, friendlier dogs.
- It's funny when people get hurt: If my sister, yes.
- Shopping is torture: Depends with whom.
- Sad movies suck: Only when you see them alone.
- have a race car video game: Long time no play it: D
- You played with Hot Wheels toy cars as a kid: The adored.
- At some point in your life you wanted to be a firefighter: To my knowledge, no.
- you own a DS, PS2, N64, or Sega ...: No.
- You were obsessed with power rangers: I lost them.
- you see sports on TV: Yes
- You go where your dad for advice: No.
- You have a thousand objects of your favorite team: No.
- Rarely do a pajama party with many people: Yes
- Green, black, red, blue, or gold is one of your favorite colors.: Black, Blue, among them.
- I love doing crazy things and do not care what the rest think: Yeah.
- You talk with food in your mouth in front of my brother, sister, mother tíoy. My grandmother does not like me and my other guy throw the food if I do xD.
- You sleep with your socks on: No.

# YOUR SIDE FEMEMNINO:
- You love to shop: Love? No.
- you use I outlined: Sometimes.
- You wear the color pink: pink clothes details at times.
- You go where your mom for advice or speak: No.
- Consider cheerlider a sport: No.
- I like going to the mall: No.
- I like the manicure or pedicure, manicure, cortitos, sharp and invigorating, and it hurts more.
- You like wearing jewelry: Strictly speaking, no, but use a lot of earrings and a pendant.
- You cried watching the movie The Notebook: I did not see.
- Skirts are a big part in your closet: No.
- Shopping is one of your hobbies: No.
- Not like the Star Wars movies: I will not come to me.
- You make did gymnastics / rhythmic or artistic: No
- It takes an hour to shower, dress and makeup: No, any female family hates me for that xD.
- you smile a lot more than you should: Yes
- has more than ten pairs of shoes: Yes, but use two xD.
- You like wearing dresses when you can: Summer only because they are more comfortable to jump in wherever xD.
- I like to wear shoes with heels: Chinese, no another.
- You played with dolls as a kid: Yeah, I loved them dresses.
- You like making up another, Jujuju.
- You like being the center of attention at all: No.
- Pink is one of your favorite colors: No.


# LOOK:
- I'm lower than 1.67: Yes
- I have more of a scar: Yes
- I'm tan or brown by the sun: No.
- I wish my hair was a different color: Actually, as it is I like.
- I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color: No.
- I have a tattoo: No, for now.
- Use braces: No.
- Me been told I'm cute / or by a complete stranger: Yes
- I have more than two rings: Yes
- or had I have earrings in my ear: Yes

# VERGONSOZO:
- I have been a laugh in a conversation would be: Yes.
- The Disney movies still make me mourn: No.
- I laughed so much that I have come to mourn: Yes
- He pasted mine hand something / with glue Yes
- I laughed until some liquid has gone through my nose: Yes.
- I have broken the pants in public: No.

# HEALTH:
- I've broken a bone: No I do not understand how.
- I removed the tonsils: No.
- I went to the doctor alone with a friend without family: No.
- I wisdom teeth pulled: No.
- I have had serious operations: No.
- I had fever glass : No.
- He gave me hepatitis: Yes

# TRAVEL:
- I have traveled over 300 kilometers by car: Yes
- I've been on a plane: Yes.
- I've been in Canada: No.
- I've been to Cuba: No.
- I've been to Niagara Falls: No.
- I've been in Peru: No.
- I went to the Caribbean: No.
- I went to Europe: No.
- I went to Brazil: Yes
- I went to Florida: No.
- I've been to Hawaii: No.

# EXPERIENCES:
- I'm in the city: Yes.
- I've seen a shooting star: Yes
- I want to see a shooting star: No.
- I've seen rain metioritos: No
- I have gone public in my pajamas: Yes
- I pushed all the buttons on the elevator: No.
- I've stuck to a man in the balls: Yes xD
- I've been in a Casino: Yes
- I skied: Yes
- I took a gallon of milk in under an hour: No.
- I hit a car: No.
- I've been in a musical: No.
- I eat snow: Yes
- I've sat on the roof of a house at night?: Yes
- I've played a prank on someone: Yes.
- I've eaten sushi: No.
- I've been snowboarding: No.

# RELATED:
- Single: Yes
- In a relationship: No.
- Married: No.
- Committed: No.
- Extrañoa someone now: Yes, he went to eat xD.
- I separately: No.
- I told someone that I love without truth: Yes
- I told someone who does not love you when is that if I'm not sure.

# HONESTY / CRIME:
- I've done something I promised someone I would not: Yes
- I've done something I promised myself I would not do: Yes.
- I lied to my parents where I have been: Yes
- I've cheated in a game: Yes
- I've been in a car on Red: No.
- I've witnessed a crime: No.
- I've been in a fight: Yes
- I have been arrested: No.
- I won: No.

# DEATH AND SUICIDE:
- Fear of death:
No - I hate funerals, I have not gone to any.
- I've seen someone die or something.: No.
- Someone close to me has committed suicide: Yes
- I planned my suicide: Yes

# Material:
- I have more than 5 cd's: Yes
- I love the anime / manga: I'm amused.
- I have more than $ 500 thousand dollars spent on very famous diseñadoeres portfolios or clothing: No.
- I have a piece of Zara: No.
- collect or have collected comics: No.
- I have a piece of Gap: No.
- I have bought some clothes at the store: Yes

# GENERAL:
- Canto well, but heard bad: No, not heard bad;)
- I stole something from a Restorante: No.
- I'm open to other very easily: No.
- I watch the news: No.
- do not kill bugs: Yes, poor beasts in miniature.
- Singing in the shower: Yes
- buy ringtones for my phone: No.
- I'm a fan of sport: No.
- I smoothed his hair or viseversa: Yes
- I worry about spelling: Yes
- You love spam: Only those test.
- I copied over 30 CD's in 1 day: No.
- Ando by bike: Yes
- My favorite color may be white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple or orange: Some, yes.
- would go to school in pajamas: No.
- is like shooting a gun: No.
- I CCulPaBLe De EssCRibiR AssSiiI: First would extriparme eyes.
- I laugh at my own jokes: Yes
- As fast food every week: No.
- I have not given any work and even give me a 7 in that class: Yes
- I can not sleep if there's a spider in my room?: I can not, or;.
- I like the white chocolate: No.
- I bite my nails: No.
- I am a face to remember: No.
- I'm good at remembering names: No.
- I'm good at remembering dates: No.
- do not know what I'll do the rest of my life: Maso less.