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When dawn comes...: Hippie Shake
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Wednesday, March 2, 2011. Tamer likes when music fills the whole room. Those sounds can bring so many emotions…. Something broke in her insides the first time she listened to The Beatles. And she wasn’t even called Lucy, nor was she in the sky with diamonds…. She had to admit that music had rhythm! Love and peace for life. March 4, 2011 at 4:24 AM. Very primavera story=) und es gafallt mir=)! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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When dawn comes...: It's raining turtles!
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Tuesday, February 1, 2011. One day, a frog fell into the jar. She never knew where it had come from, or why. But there it was, and so she found out that rain can be made of more things than water or snow. She thought that maybe little turtles could rise up to the sky and later let themselves fall surrounded by water and happy of having been up there for a while…. Monstrarraco came to the family by air. GOLDFISH FOR THE LITTLE GIRL!
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When dawn comes...: March 2011
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Wednesday, March 2, 2011. Tamer likes when music fills the whole room. Those sounds can bring so many emotions…. Something broke in her insides the first time she listened to The Beatles. And she wasn’t even called Lucy, nor was she in the sky with diamonds…. She had to admit that music had rhythm! Love and peace for life. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Si lo tuyo es el español, casi mejor ve a:. Http:/ andyamanece.blogspot.com.
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When dawn comes...: December 2010
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Monday, December 6, 2010. Trainers are for autumn. After a long day running through the grass bottle, the little tamer’s feet ached. She goes everywhere barefoot and so her little feet are always wounded! She is sure that far away strange objects exist which avoid these things to happen…. A month passes by. There goes the second one… And even a third! And they like it! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Http:/ andyamanece.blogspot.com.
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When dawn comes...: November 2010
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Does the Universe have limits? Or maybe it is infinite…. 8230; five more minutes, please…. It can’t be. You know what day is today. Of course I know, today is the most important day of the month, how could I forget about it! But I’m so tired…. Come on little lazy! Go for the world! It was the best expression for the time being. End of the work here! Now let’s go back home with my prize. As usual, ...
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When dawn comes...: I've got it!
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Does the Universe have limits? Or maybe it is infinite…. 8230; five more minutes, please…. It can’t be. You know what day is today. Of course I know, today is the most important day of the month, how could I forget about it! But I’m so tired…. Come on little lazy! Go for the world! It was the best expression for the time being. End of the work here! Now let’s go back home with my prize. As usual, ...Subscri...
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When dawn comes...: April 2011
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Tuesday, April 12, 2011. In April a thousand tigers. More and more questions keep on dancing in the head of the tamer. Could there be things in front of me that I’m unable to see? Does grass smell the same way for everyone? What is green for me is the same color for you too? I’ve said it! So, here I present you a list with some of the things we forget to do while we get big, dull and fool:. To watch cartoon films. To make human croque...
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When dawn comes...: Flying Spiders
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Saturday, June 4, 2011. Tamer is afraid of spiders since she has found out that they need no help to enter inside her jar…. Spiders are independent; they don't need anyone to get what they want. That is why they can fly. They are very clever. Some of them like to live under water and to do that they make air cubicles, big bubbles! There are also the ones that get bored of living always in the same place and emigrate. Flying. To sum up...
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When dawn comes...: Hey! What about my coordinates?
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Saturday, January 1, 2011. What about my coordinates? Have you ever woken up upside-down? With your head where feet should be and your feet where the head it’s supposed to rest? Little tamer has. And she knows the reason why this happens. This is because our coordinates change their position in the very moment we distract. Z turns into X, Y into Z and, for an instant, madness surrounds us. Have you seen my Cartesian Coordinates? Since...
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When dawn comes...: January 2011
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Waking up too early makes no good. But dreaming. That's another story. Saturday, January 1, 2011. What about my coordinates? Have you ever woken up upside-down? With your head where feet should be and your feet where the head it’s supposed to rest? Little tamer has. And she knows the reason why this happens. This is because our coordinates change their position in the very moment we distract. Z turns into X, Y into Z and, for an instant, madness surrounds us. Have you seen my Cartesian Coordinates? Since...
