Thursday, April 29, 2010

Swallowing Peryol Mouthwash

capturing the 'essence of the World

"Earth, I watch you from behind a cloud,
observe silence in your seas
of brilliant and sparkling waves,
precious cradles of life for colonies of colorful scales
and shellfish in the guise of secret agents
spying from the bottom shell slightly unfolded;
Earth, I admire your lawns
painted on plains and hills,
painted by the ripe corn,
petals, corollas
and fresh leaves newborn;
plots of land, stitched together
as a large blanket patch work,
where they still paint the butterflies' air
with winged color palettes ..

Earth, I can hear you
chills in majestic icebergs,
residences of funny playful feathered in frac
and mammalian eyes round and blacks,
glittering ball of tenderness
often forgotten by 'man.
You Listening Earth, in the sweat of the sun,
in sandstorms,
drums in the villages,
where people dance every day
a bit 'traditionally
a bit' to smile at life,
a bit 'to forget
that tomorrow will eat more dust.

I admire from 'Above Ground,
the tops of your mountains bursting,
safe haven for fighters prey
sailors on the edge of paradise,
capable box with the whistle of the wind,
careful observers of the pieces land
of their movements,
limited as in a chess board ..
singing with you, Earth,
the songs sung by the heavy rain
throwing drops on its deep forests
letting every leaf becomes a violin string,
every branch of tribal percussion,
any stretch of 'water key piano;
hollows of logs split the sky
recorders sound like the passing of 'water
and chorus of birds singing choruses of ancient chants of the woods ...

disarmed me, Earth, faced with such beauty
and yet I hold my breath
because you do not notice my presence,
because you can not see my face
the tears of shame for that part of humanity
that does not respect your life and create your own,
breaking any natural harmony
in a vain attempt to dominate.
We are soldiers of the battles already lost:
every wound you inflicted
is a wound on our skin,
breath in less than a drink,
a beat in less than life. "

Sabrina (April 27, 2010)



Swallowing Peryol Mouthwash

capturing the 'essence of the World

"Earth, I watch you from behind a cloud,
observe silence in your seas
of brilliant and sparkling waves,
precious cradles of life for colonies of colorful scales
and shellfish in the guise of secret agents
spying from the bottom shell slightly unfolded;
Earth, I admire your lawns
painted on plains and hills,
painted by the ripe corn,
petals, corollas
and fresh leaves newborn;
plots of land, stitched together
as a large blanket patch work,
where they still paint the butterflies' air
with winged color palettes ..

Earth, I can hear you
chills in majestic icebergs,
residences of funny playful feathered in frac
and mammalian eyes round and blacks,
glittering ball of tenderness
often forgotten by 'man.
You Listening Earth, in the sweat of the sun,
in sandstorms,
drums in the villages,
where people dance every day
a bit 'traditionally
a bit' to smile at life,
a bit 'to forget
that tomorrow will eat more dust.

I admire from 'Above Ground,
the tops of your mountains bursting,
safe haven for fighters prey
sailors on the edge of paradise,
capable box with the whistle of the wind,
careful observers of the pieces land
of their movements,
limited as in a chess board ..
singing with you, Earth,
the songs sung by the heavy rain
throwing drops on its deep forests
letting every leaf becomes a violin string,
every branch of tribal percussion,
any stretch of 'water key piano;
hollows of logs split the sky
recorders sound like the passing of 'water
and chorus of birds singing choruses of ancient chants of the woods ...

disarmed me, Earth, faced with such beauty
and yet I hold my breath
because you do not notice my presence,
because you can not see my face
the tears of shame for that part of humanity
that does not respect your life and create your own,
breaking any natural harmony
in a vain attempt to dominate.
We are soldiers of the battles already lost:
every wound you inflicted
is a wound on our skin,
breath in less than a drink,
a beat in less than life. "

Sabrina (April 27, 2010)



Thursday, April 22, 2010

Sunday Sports Dvd Pin

April

"sighed one drop falls mistral,
touching a cheek asking my thoughts;
undo the chains and give him freedom,
letting it flow with the wind,
let get lost in ribbons and champagne glasses,
dancing bubbles that lift the mind of one year longer on the skin
and open the door to another year with no footprints.
thought that sweeps over the supper table,
regardless of your usual hectic life,
thought that melts the touch of your hand,
thought that goes through your chest
; ; - Melodious piano, your heart -
and use butterfly wings to rest in silence, on your neck ...
A kiss of greeting you paint on your face,
quick sketch on canvas of a cloud;
painter senses of nostalgia abducted to heaven ...
; - pastel drawing cards is not trivial -
Stay as you are,
mood dancer
castaway sometimes on rafts
in seas of sweet nothing ...
Deep 's mind you this verse,
only pure and your heart
that plays when you want to make a difference.
not move any step
if my every impression you away from me,
you will have the company of my thoughts
                                                           - It is always -
and let him pen and ink
to pierce the 'horizon,
of this fiery sunset,
letters of a happy birthday
that I never tire of wishes. "

Sabrina (April 18, 2010)


Sunset seen from roof of the house, from 'album "Heaven and landscapes close to home





Sunday Sports Dvd Pin

April

"sighed one drop falls mistral,
touching a cheek asking my thoughts;
undo the chains and give him freedom,
letting it flow with the wind,
let get lost in ribbons and champagne glasses,
dancing bubbles that lift the mind of one year longer on the skin
and open the door to another year with no footprints.
thought that sweeps over the supper table,
regardless of your usual hectic life,
thought that melts the touch of your hand,
thought that goes through your chest
; ; - Melodious piano, your heart -
and use butterfly wings to rest in silence, on your neck ...
A kiss of greeting you paint on your face,
quick sketch on canvas of a cloud;
painter senses of nostalgia abducted to heaven ...
; - pastel drawing cards is not trivial -
Stay as you are,
mood dancer
castaway sometimes on rafts
in seas of sweet nothing ...
Deep 's mind you this verse,
only pure and your heart
that plays when you want to make a difference.
not move any step
if my every impression you away from me,
you will have the company of my thoughts
                                                           - It is always -
and let him pen and ink
to pierce the 'horizon,
of this fiery sunset,
letters of a happy birthday
that I never tire of wishes. "

Sabrina (April 18, 2010)


Sunset seen from roof of the house, from 'album "Heaven and landscapes close to home





Thursday, April 15, 2010

Funny Reply To A Wedding

Five Faults of a Heart

L 'stood accused.
Silence in the classroom.
A heart remained motionless
showing an 'impossible firmly
its so sad sweetness
not leak out the' immense love that still felt.
Along the flanks trembling hands,
gaze to the ground, scars buttons;
in a tight mesh of pain,
rincorrevan you sweat on the forehead. ..
wove thorn in the mind of thoughts
pungevan plugs, stoically endured ...
was reason to arrest him,
caught red-handed,
trying to be loved;
denounced the loose
being too sentimental,
he was in a sunset
still emotional spirit.
impressions of his beats
detected by investigators
night on the mantle of salty
the point where the moon light embroidered
and wires silk waves embraced;
identikit perfect, the 'soul recognized him exactly:
he was the thief who stole all the wealth,
any rooms left desolate
and emotions completely canceled ...
The heart just said in his defense
have searched in vain for a helping hand
and that every action or feeling
was ready to repent.
The judge listened carefully,
looking for a just punishment;
even the thorns, however, seemed loose
and eyes of the stars less overshadowed ...
The verdict came unexpectedly,
heart was not convicted.
"You," the judge said "already discount your pain,
cement does not flow into your veins no
and the whole 'love you to donate
enough you will suffer.
of your actions are, yes, very responsible,
but you are a guilty heart, only that they have loved so much. "
The moon smiled and returned to embroider. 'S hearing is over, back to dreaming.

Sabrina (April 1, 2010)

Funny Reply To A Wedding

Five Faults of a Heart

L 'stood accused.
Silence in the classroom.
A heart remained motionless
showing an 'impossible firmly
its so sad sweetness
not leak out the' immense love that still felt.
Along the flanks trembling hands,
gaze to the ground, scars buttons;
in a tight mesh of pain,
rincorrevan you sweat on the forehead. ..
wove thorn in the mind of thoughts
pungevan plugs, stoically endured ...
was reason to arrest him,
caught red-handed,
trying to be loved;
denounced the loose
being too sentimental,
he was in a sunset
still emotional spirit.
impressions of his beats
detected by investigators
night on the mantle of salty
the point where the moon light embroidered
and wires silk waves embraced;
identikit perfect, the 'soul recognized him exactly:
he was the thief who stole all the wealth,
any rooms left desolate
and emotions completely canceled ...
The heart just said in his defense
have searched in vain for a helping hand
and that every action or feeling
was ready to repent.
The judge listened carefully,
looking for a just punishment;
even the thorns, however, seemed loose
and eyes of the stars less overshadowed ...
The verdict came unexpectedly,
heart was not convicted.
"You," the judge said "already discount your pain,
cement does not flow into your veins no
and the whole 'love you to donate
enough you will suffer.
of your actions are, yes, very responsible,
but you are a guilty heart, only that they have loved so much. "
The moon smiled and returned to embroider. 'S hearing is over, back to dreaming.

Sabrina (April 1, 2010)

Monday, April 5, 2010

Pleurisy With Heartburn

Sun April

April remember like it was yesterday,
clear day, sweet exchange of thoughts.
A sun teacher, orchestra director,
guiding light to his music.
Shadows and colors in a sensual dance,
straw color, unusual geometry.

A angel, dressed in pinstriped
walked the 'black asphalt and consumed;
slid beside the river and its banks,
timid, almost shameful, whispers of waves,
hesitant to take shape in real
in that slow march towards the coast.

Ritti, on 'alert, slender poplars,
lined up like soldiers,
watercolors against the sky
by far more children.
With eyes still creased from sleep,
green meadows, yawning,
watched the cars that were passing,
whisper in a breeze,
a shimmering, sinuous comment.

A curtain opened slowly,
engaging stage effect;
like a 'play
s' could see the background
of Gonzaga Palazzo Ducale
and the city of shining sun,
gave smiles to every passerby.
stretching their wings numb from the trip,
started the 'angel with a warm taste
a beautiful morning so
just passing through Piazza Sordello.

was between those lanes
with tears in heart
renewing every step
fragments pain
in a world that still was not afraid,
lay the memory of those who could not love more.
Limping in 'soul in' pace,
intervention due to old fracture,
entered the 'angel in a local
drowning in a glass of' his evil soul.
Around her beautiful face, long hair blacks
frame turns all his thoughts.

tolling of bells, voices from the churchyard
swift step back, step back in time;
plates, cups and medals shouts witnesses
a promising young unparalleled.
The yellow and blue jersey, old and dusty,
emerged from the memories like a stab;
wore those colors in that 'last game,
chasing a ball that's changed life.

L 'injury that day, when all' hell down
tears in the eyes of a time now taken over;
bitter taste of defeat again felt
in every sip from the cup of bitterness that swallowed ...
laughter of children, bicycles and passersby
shattered memories, too many and heavy
a look at the sky, the sun was already high
"Another bourbon, waiter. The world can not be all. "

Sabrina (February 25, 2010)

Pleurisy With Heartburn

Sun April

April remember like it was yesterday,
clear day, sweet exchange of thoughts.
A sun teacher, orchestra director,
guiding light to his music.
Shadows and colors in a sensual dance,
straw color, unusual geometry.

A angel, dressed in pinstriped
walked the 'black asphalt and consumed;
slid beside the river and its banks,
timid, almost shameful, whispers of waves,
hesitant to take shape in real
in that slow march towards the coast.

Ritti, on 'alert, slender poplars,
lined up like soldiers,
watercolors against the sky
by far more children.
With eyes still creased from sleep,
green meadows, yawning,
watched the cars that were passing,
whisper in a breeze,
a shimmering, sinuous comment.

A curtain opened slowly,
engaging stage effect;
like a 'play
s' could see the background
of Gonzaga Palazzo Ducale
and the city of shining sun,
gave smiles to every passerby.
stretching their wings numb from the trip,
started the 'angel with a warm taste
a beautiful morning so
just passing through Piazza Sordello.

was between those lanes
with tears in heart
renewing every step
fragments pain
in a world that still was not afraid,
lay the memory of those who could not love more.
Limping in 'soul in' pace,
intervention due to old fracture,
entered the 'angel in a local
drowning in a glass of' his evil soul.
Around her beautiful face, long hair blacks
frame turns all his thoughts.

tolling of bells, voices from the churchyard
swift step back, step back in time;
plates, cups and medals shouts witnesses
a promising young unparalleled.
The yellow and blue jersey, old and dusty,
emerged from the memories like a stab;
wore those colors in that 'last game,
chasing a ball that's changed life.

L 'injury that day, when all' hell down
tears in the eyes of a time now taken over;
bitter taste of defeat again felt
in every sip from the cup of bitterness that swallowed ...
laughter of children, bicycles and passersby
shattered memories, too many and heavy
a look at the sky, the sun was already high
"Another bourbon, waiter. The world can not be all. "

Sabrina (February 25, 2010)

The Best Way To Masterbait

Journey to the Center of' Soul

"hang up the wall clouds
so that only the clear sky water my face;
I walked barefoot
along the path of 'soul
chasing the footprints on your heart;
I reached the depth of emotions
looking at life from 'portholes built into my chest
and from there, without even the shadows
intertwine dark shadows on the pavement,
leave any clear sense of my reach ...
... now look at me as if I were a star,
will be for you light
when you cross long moonlit nights off ...
... listen in a light breeze,
will be for you peace of mind
furrows when gray water oceans in the storm ...
... hold me in a dive, I am calm stream,
will be for you comfort
whenever you travel a countercurrent turbulent rivers in full ...
... quenches your heart, drop 'water
will be for you an oasis
at times when you walk wearily,
burned by the sun, in the vast desert of your 'soul ...
... follow me, I am a cardinal point,
for you I will be referring
through dense woods when, in the middle of the night,
sentencing hearing in the distance a wolf howls claims ...
... warmed by my side, I am a ray of sunshine,
for you I'll be warm shelter
every time I wade in icy rivers company few stars ...
... hold my hand, I am your assurance
for you I'll thrill of hope,
the thought that will keep you company,
live the dream of your breaths,
the 'love that mirror in your eyes,
my thanks to the soft steps of your voice on my soul .. .

Sabrina (March 10, 2010)

The Best Way To Masterbait

Journey to the Center of' Soul

"hang up the wall clouds
so that only the clear sky water my face;
I walked barefoot
along the path of 'soul
chasing the footprints on your heart;
I reached the depth of emotions
looking at life from 'portholes built into my chest
and from there, without even the shadows
intertwine dark shadows on the pavement,
leave any clear sense of my reach ...
... now look at me as if I were a star,
will be for you light
when you cross long moonlit nights off ...
... listen in a light breeze,
will be for you peace of mind
furrows when gray water oceans in the storm ...
... hold me in a dive, I am calm stream,
will be for you comfort
whenever you travel a countercurrent turbulent rivers in full ...
... quenches your heart, drop 'water
will be for you an oasis
at times when you walk wearily,
burned by the sun, in the vast desert of your 'soul ...
... follow me, I am a cardinal point,
for you I will be referring
through dense woods when, in the middle of the night,
sentencing hearing in the distance a wolf howls claims ...
... warmed by my side, I am a ray of sunshine,
for you I'll be warm shelter
every time I wade in icy rivers company few stars ...
... hold my hand, I am your assurance
for you I'll thrill of hope,
the thought that will keep you company,
live the dream of your breaths,
the 'love that mirror in your eyes,
my thanks to the soft steps of your voice on my soul .. .

Sabrina (March 10, 2010)

Friday, April 2, 2010

Descargar Drivers Arris Modelo Mt 502



... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if every dream is a house of cards
and bring it down to just a sigh ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if we are lost souls, damned by life
and happiness build with bricks futile words
that vanish in the fog of purgatory
of our daily survive ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if stagger,
as a novice tightrope walkers,
on the thin thread of life
maintaining a precarious balance
thanks begging for love and expressions of feigned happiness ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if every life you meet
never s' intertwined with your
and travels with you, as a parallel line;
t 'chases, close, but never with you, touch you.
Screw you look, are grazed
and that, just sometimes,
a trickle towards the 'other, overflowing containers too tight ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
the future if you escape from the boredom eyes swallowed
which flows over streets and sidewalks invoking gratuitous violence,
that no longer distinguishes the value of 'man and the' living being
crushing the memory of a world that was not afraid
bequeathing eclipse of feelings ...
Dreams. But what dreams ...

Sabrina (February 16, 2010)

Descargar Drivers Arris Modelo Mt 502



... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if every dream is a house of cards
and bring it down to just a sigh ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if we are lost souls, damned by life
and happiness build with bricks futile words
that vanish in the fog of purgatory
of our daily survive ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if stagger,
as a novice tightrope walkers,
on the thin thread of life
maintaining a precarious balance
thanks begging for love and expressions of feigned happiness ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if every life you meet
never s' intertwined with your
and travels with you, as a parallel line;
t 'chases, close, but never with you, touch you.
Screw you look, are grazed
and that, just sometimes,
a trickle towards the 'other, overflowing containers too tight ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
the future if you escape from the boredom eyes swallowed
which flows over streets and sidewalks invoking gratuitous violence,
that no longer distinguishes the value of 'man and the' living being
crushing the memory of a world that was not afraid
bequeathing eclipse of feelings ...
Dreams. But what dreams ...

Sabrina (February 16, 2010)

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Paper Towel Absorption Rate

Dreams My thought of 'A Man in Love

Love is only love when it's the consistency of its strength,
love is a good word, but pleaded not simply given;
yes, even love is to love her tears, but also try not to provoke.
love can live in silence, but we can also die slowly
because silence can be worth a thousand words,
but a single word spoken from the heart
has a value without units.
Love you believe his words
with his words and build the way to happiness;
love is to believe in achieving that goal
would cost as much as long waits.
Love is patient,
love is to listen,
love is not sleeping
to allow his heart to your contact,
in each As the dark of night will shake his soul
and there will be a stroke better than your word.
Love is give it time,
who has the time to build,
to be back and grow wings to fly;
love is not to say that time is for you, time lost:
love is shaping the time with your presence
snack faster so that the feathers on its wings
because it will be just those with wings fly off together.
Love is looking together in the same direction
but also to cement the foundations of a new path together.
Love is able to forgive yes, but do not have to become more forgiving;
love is to understand what hurts 'and then the other' impossible because his heart
never again cuts, because the same mistakes are not repeated;
not take much just remember that.
Love is not to heal the wounds of his life changing road
choosing the location most convenient and quick;
would not love that heals, but a love that kills.
Love has come into his life, find a comfortable corner and stay there
love is to sit there even if it is shaken
by the storm, wind, cold
because if you believe in what you are doing, the weather certainly will.
say love is and will always love you with all my might, but beware of lying when they say: Be responsible for your words
not to reduce to 'the other' core pieces.
Love is for you to say I'll be there forever, and if you say
facts always find when you try,
otherwise not have anything in life that is worth fighting for.
Love is affecting his heart in every word that is given;
remember, then, that a love can not be erased with a sponge.
Love is to love unconditionally, without pretensions;
love and be loved by those who love it has so much to give,
love is all love 'Finally, those with a need infinite d' love
without asking too many boundaries,
but simply drifting from the music of our hearts.

Sabrina (February 6, 2010)

Paper Towel Absorption Rate

Dreams My thought of 'A Man in Love

Love is only love when it's the consistency of its strength,
love is a good word, but pleaded not simply given;
yes, even love is to love her tears, but also try not to provoke.
love can live in silence, but we can also die slowly
because silence can be worth a thousand words,
but a single word spoken from the heart
has a value without units.
Love you believe his words
with his words and build the way to happiness;
love is to believe in achieving that goal
would cost as much as long waits.
Love is patient,
love is to listen,
love is not sleeping
to allow his heart to your contact,
in each As the dark of night will shake his soul
and there will be a stroke better than your word.
Love is give it time,
who has the time to build,
to be back and grow wings to fly;
love is not to say that time is for you, time lost:
love is shaping the time with your presence
snack faster so that the feathers on its wings
because it will be just those with wings fly off together.
Love is looking together in the same direction
but also to cement the foundations of a new path together.
Love is able to forgive yes, but do not have to become more forgiving;
love is to understand what hurts 'and then the other' impossible because his heart
never again cuts, because the same mistakes are not repeated;
not take much just remember that.
Love is not to heal the wounds of his life changing road
choosing the location most convenient and quick;
would not love that heals, but a love that kills.
Love has come into his life, find a comfortable corner and stay there
love is to sit there even if it is shaken
by the storm, wind, cold
because if you believe in what you are doing, the weather certainly will.
say love is and will always love you with all my might, but beware of lying when they say: Be responsible for your words
not to reduce to 'the other' core pieces.
Love is for you to say I'll be there forever, and if you say
facts always find when you try,
otherwise not have anything in life that is worth fighting for.
Love is affecting his heart in every word that is given;
remember, then, that a love can not be erased with a sponge.
Love is to love unconditionally, without pretensions;
love and be loved by those who love it has so much to give,
love is all love 'Finally, those with a need infinite d' love
without asking too many boundaries,
but simply drifting from the music of our hearts.

Sabrina (February 6, 2010)