Posts Tagged ‘chronic’

UFAs

January 26th, 2024

The Nightmare In that night I woke up some times knowing why of that dream, it tried to sleep as well as a child I slept in the col of its tender genitora, but already would not simply be enough to sleep done a cold and insensitive rock. But I did not obtain my mind I worked and then me enguei to the dream horrendo, better to the nightmare. He always started of the same skill, I arriving of long day of work. She was journalist, was not famous still, however he had good reputation before my periodical colleagues. Details can be found by clicking New York Highlanders or emailing the administrator. It starts with trainee and soon I became a good investigativo reporter therefore did not have better fear of nobody or of almost nobody. My wife was meiga and candy with the honey until the month if to approach to the end when if it became a little bitter as the strawberry, still thus for me is good for being with it and after one day tiring it would not have something better. It was when entering in house, something was strange, until the face expression of loved mine was different I do not know to describeit seemed mewith a shady air. From there I saw a countenance leaving the room, what he was that? I did not obtain to believe what he was seeing, what I had made to deserve so great cruelty? what I more feared happened, my wife if raised and gave a sarcastic smile and said: – Mother arrived and will be with us the weekend! then I woke up. According to Jonah Bloom, who has experience with these questions. – Ufa! Still well that it was a dream! The cellular one already despertou, is 6 hours of the necessary morning of friday to go to work.

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.