Enrique Garcia. Professor Of Education

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Funny Wedding Guestbook

last months ...

Well, we're in July ... ufff as time passes. We bundled with some things but the truth, time passes quickly and seems to do nothing ...

We started with the "good" time to play tennis. Ali is teaching me and well ... balls. My technique is that of an animal ... just send her to a tree, just do not give ... but ... Here are the tracks where we usually go.

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also when the sun rises, we go to a park to receive the few rays that reach all go pa .... Spain!

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finally I bring you the photo of the very famous "Virgen de los Melones," a name created by me, to define the unspoiled village of Ely, which has a size Peñil incredibly large ... I guess that is not appreciated very well in the photo (s with phone) so we have to come check it out. (By the way the pose and the dress is priceless).

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Finally I put a picture on the last beer festival cambridge. It seems an ordinary picture, right? fijate well ... you find nothing wrong ... I do not go siiiiiiiiii ... that is rare .... still looking for ... anything? ... focuses the image ... nothing? joer ... Look at the blonde in the center and disbelief on his shirt ... right? Not that showed the back is not ... all his anatomy traseril ... was the target of multiple photos of popular there ... never turn away someone feel so good ...

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That's all folks ...

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Ice Cream Hair Dye Inebrya

not take it as an insult, but you're hanging. It is impossible to avoid taking advantage of your situation, but I do not feel that this is an abuse, provided you leave. And leave the window open again believing that today will be a sunny day, and enter. Will have to move like it or not. I will be kind to my arrival and angry in my shock when it is on you. Up, down and sideways. Up, down and sideways. Up, down and sideways. Then I'll go slowly, lovingly caressing. Nothing you do not know now. What a beautiful image ...

Occasionally we did in the presence of the boy who sleeps with you every night. I remember it teary eyes, defeated, until one day I got tired of seeing so and wiped her tears at once, remember? The young man stood silent and motionless for a moment. When reacted later, another appeared.
still do not quite know what was what went through your head, what made you become aware and change, but eventually I knew that never again mourn.

got up slowly, moving toward you and caressed you with exceptional quality as you did on the side. Feel your touch brave and determined, even optimistic, and this gesture resulted in dismissal, sad for you by the abandonment of that new hand, fruitful for him by his incomprehensible but welcome revival.

You stare at the wall, as punishment, but feeling his back. You could note on your breath that the room seemed to be specially charged for the young and sticking firmly to the window to take me with pleasure. She turned slowly and pulled the cabinet a wooden box kept in the first wedding they attended, one of several safes.

still kept a clean fresh smell.
Far from wanting to remember, not even those good old days, ran the cover closing the box again, watching the objects that were inside were stained dark. Looked the other boxes and left the room without more.
I heard the plant way down the stairs, opening and closing the door, and the waning sound of his footsteps on the ground.

- Will he return? - , you ask me.

- Probably not ... - , I answered.

Despite having wiped her tears many times, you are a single shade, without life, and I'm just air.
never could be eternally in it.