Love In The Centrifuge
Love in the centrifuge removes
of bad omens:
hatred goes,
angry sadness goes away, laughing
Love in the centrifuge
burning affection for both.
Love in the centrifuge
removed from hope to hope
bad handing something to give hope to aspire
And ... A union of two solitudes.
What will happen when he gets out of the centrifuge? Perhaps
disjoint union hopeful
evil, bad back and masochism
give hope to beg her lover
and it hit him, sadistic, respond ... NO!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Master Geographic Watch
Still Hope Your Words, My Friend
still hope your words, my friend
those silly phrases
timid questions that your sad eyes
your loving arms.
not ask anything, just waiting, perhaps
callus-
a breath of reflection ...
want you to know,
I'm behind you ...
or next
waiting for your words.
still hope, dear friend
and hope, recalling those oaths
in which we loved as brothers.
I still love you as a brother
and swear ... Expect your words
not questioning anything,
you as you are ...
But you hurt me, and as
lap dog
hopefully I'll wait ...
still hope your words, my friend
those silly phrases
timid questions that your sad eyes
your loving arms.
not ask anything, just waiting, perhaps
callus-
a breath of reflection ...
want you to know,
I'm behind you ...
or next
waiting for your words.
still hope, dear friend
and hope, recalling those oaths
in which we loved as brothers.
I still love you as a brother
and swear ... Expect your words
not questioning anything,
you as you are ...
But you hurt me, and as
lap dog
hopefully I'll wait ...
I love you, Wilito
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Club Nintendo Point Gen
where the devil lost his poncho
where the devil lost his poncho
In many parts of this unusual world, there various legends about clothes and weapons, belonging to many individuals mysterious divine or cursed. Today I will relate one of the funniest, whose protagonist, Mr. From Darkness himself, Satan.
far behind time ago, the Devil sent spiders weave a blanket Destination could grant every wish that he had, and get a state of total idleness, which was obtained because of fatigue to tempt humans and bother God. These spiders spun with a lot of trouble, and occupied threads for threading magical blanket so desired. Although working under pressure is never good, and this spider was experienced, poured in the center of the garment, Liquor Scorpion, and it was burned by the acid. They had no choice but to embroider it burned, because the Knight was waiting Sinister angry.
- What is that hole in the center of my blanket?
- A poncho - replied one of the spiders - What protects both chest cold, and in the back.
- Go gadget invented spider. This will help me more a ragged blanket - this being said and left.
To test the effectiveness of your new garment, was transported to the most fríay desert planet. There were in horrendous blizzard and no mortal could withstand those temperatures, but the devil was there, humming some song satanic put your poncho. Definitely worked the garment woven spiders, as this be not felt cold or in your chest, or on his back. Suddenly wanted something to check the powers of the poncho, and asked to cease the blizzard. So passed. Devil danced with happiness. He then called back to hell, and the poncho, took him home. On reaching his palace, he lay in bed, sleeping peacefully, with his poncho on the left side.
Anyone who had seen sideways, think he was like a sleeping baby ... And its two most mischievous subjects wanted to play a joke. They took the newest addition to her Master, to investigate and inadvertently put it. Strangely these subjects had the appearance of children, and on top, and Siamese twins. They were not put on the poncho problem again and again, just for fun, until one of them wanted to play on the edge of the waterfall Trisol, which intercept all sites in the world with Hell. Obviously the poncho that transported him to multicolored waterfall.
Those kids played for hours, perhaps centuries, in that mysterious place, though they never had poor sleep with their Lord. He heard them say the name Trisol and then fell asleep, but waking suddenly remembered the word ... poncho and was gone. Assumed that those devils took him to the limits of Hell, and that, therefore, should go get it.
he stepped the boundaries of their domains, the devil realized that his subjects were throwing-like-your poncho, just for fun, and when you scold him, the Siamese scared, dropping the water poncho. So desperate and strong cried the Devil his current condition, that all daemons learned that the mischievous Siamese wandered purchasing on TRISOL limits, ie, never to appear that pledge.
Since that day, all the demons mock the Devil, and everyone started using the phrase "Where the devil lost his poncho," that is, a place so far, it is unknown .
where the devil lost his poncho
In many parts of this unusual world, there various legends about clothes and weapons, belonging to many individuals mysterious divine or cursed. Today I will relate one of the funniest, whose protagonist, Mr. From Darkness himself, Satan.
far behind time ago, the Devil sent spiders weave a blanket Destination could grant every wish that he had, and get a state of total idleness, which was obtained because of fatigue to tempt humans and bother God. These spiders spun with a lot of trouble, and occupied threads for threading magical blanket so desired. Although working under pressure is never good, and this spider was experienced, poured in the center of the garment, Liquor Scorpion, and it was burned by the acid. They had no choice but to embroider it burned, because the Knight was waiting Sinister angry.
- What is that hole in the center of my blanket?
- A poncho - replied one of the spiders - What protects both chest cold, and in the back.
- Go gadget invented spider. This will help me more a ragged blanket - this being said and left.
To test the effectiveness of your new garment, was transported to the most fríay desert planet. There were in horrendous blizzard and no mortal could withstand those temperatures, but the devil was there, humming some song satanic put your poncho. Definitely worked the garment woven spiders, as this be not felt cold or in your chest, or on his back. Suddenly wanted something to check the powers of the poncho, and asked to cease the blizzard. So passed. Devil danced with happiness. He then called back to hell, and the poncho, took him home. On reaching his palace, he lay in bed, sleeping peacefully, with his poncho on the left side.
Anyone who had seen sideways, think he was like a sleeping baby ... And its two most mischievous subjects wanted to play a joke. They took the newest addition to her Master, to investigate and inadvertently put it. Strangely these subjects had the appearance of children, and on top, and Siamese twins. They were not put on the poncho problem again and again, just for fun, until one of them wanted to play on the edge of the waterfall Trisol, which intercept all sites in the world with Hell. Obviously the poncho that transported him to multicolored waterfall.
Those kids played for hours, perhaps centuries, in that mysterious place, though they never had poor sleep with their Lord. He heard them say the name Trisol and then fell asleep, but waking suddenly remembered the word ... poncho and was gone. Assumed that those devils took him to the limits of Hell, and that, therefore, should go get it.
he stepped the boundaries of their domains, the devil realized that his subjects were throwing-like-your poncho, just for fun, and when you scold him, the Siamese scared, dropping the water poncho. So desperate and strong cried the Devil his current condition, that all daemons learned that the mischievous Siamese wandered purchasing on TRISOL limits, ie, never to appear that pledge.
Since that day, all the demons mock the Devil, and everyone started using the phrase "Where the devil lost his poncho," that is, a place so far, it is unknown .
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