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.
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
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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