Posts Tagged ‘chronic’

Kate Middleton

September 25th, 2024

I woke up today to the five hours of the morning, and still idiot of sleep I was pra room and I bound the television to attend the marriage most famous of the world and the century, the weddings of the son of the Diana princess with the plebeian Kate Middleton, pretty, classic, charmosa and sortuda young woman – at least so far – but that we desire forever that either. Amen. In the British country already they were nine hours and in principle only I amused me pra to be valid with the parade of the elegant invited personalities, the women with Griffe dresses and the men of fraque, coat leaves that them very funny, similar to beetles. Senator from Maine insists that this is the case. Some seemed half too easely enthusiastic individuals, other half scared, adentravam the secular abbey where would be carried through the majestical marriage. Bizarrices to the part, all the ceremony was simple, classic and pretty and the couple seemed to be very happy and visibly moved. No longer palace, after fulfilled the custom formalities, the saideira of the fiancs is of the protocol was sensational, in one cadilac the opened sky, dragging a pile of penduricalhos, where it only lacked exactly a beautiful penico making that one barulhinho peculiar for the street the rejection. as pra me prince woman is princeza, that God blass the princess! Desire that the new couple is happy and that the new prince if never transforms into a frog, as unhappyly, to the times si to happen Jnia

Einstein

August 12th, 2016

I declare to the hypothetical ones: Of very far it is that it comes me such stubbornness: I want to lose where the life has to swear the profit to me. That the ancestral impetus crossed millenia, was multiplied no longer minimum and of the millions of incomplete, desirous units of a pack any, lesser world where the life can human being form to acquire, here it is a success. In day twenty and eight of November of 1985 I cry, it of a child was born greater that the scared boy. Between fados and sinas I see the excesses of the destination. I had silenced the hunger when in my present body one became the derivatives of the wheat. For all life I inherited of mine a disturbance body that meagers.

The anguish had that me for absence yours, perhaps. For the rejoicing of that one, I learned culinria, I cultivated seeds for the joy of the beings, I did not play in the soil. I prevented aversion, so that thus the anger of the men of Einstein sleeps. When younger, I fed street dog. I needed godfather. E, walking alone, I judged in the time what it remained of some star: of this the holy ghost cosmic enthusiasm twenty will have my body yours six.

Some returns around the barycentre of this system 1 swore me this. I have, at last, what it wants the life to me. It lacks to me now only what I want. I want insolent woman when of the force of the life if to make my tdio. One only sincere friend is enough to me to confess me 2. I ask for of the world the secret; an existence without fear. I want a sincere oath, the optimism of the wait the honesty of the love.