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Last Train to Wherever: How?
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. December 14, 2011. How did you manage to discover exactly that spot behind my neck, just where the neck ends (.or starts.depending from where you look)? How do you know exactly how to kiss my back and then play with your fingers up and down in the perfect rhythm? And why do you fall asleep holding my hand? Nowhere.else I'd rather be. No one.else I'd kiss right now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Last Train to Wherever: Choice
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. November 26, 2011. Between being miserable without you at all and touching the ultimate happiness in the few seconds with you, I will always choose.YOU. It's time to leave, Missy". She raised her eyes to the bartender and gave him a smile "Thank you! Anytime, just don't let anybody take away that smile". The door closed behind her and she just stood at the crossroads, trying to make a decision. View my complete profile.
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Last Train to Wherever: June 2011
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. June 21, 2011. But now I am searching for my mask.I am starting all over again.Only that now, I completed the "scheme of feelings" a human can have. Now I know that tears can leave deep cuts on your face.Now I know that there is an ending to everything, no matter if you want it or not. The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. Links to this post.
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Last Train to Wherever: The hardest thing...
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. June 6, 2011. Starts in the morning when I wake up at 5 a.m and there is nobody to say "Good morning" to. Is during the day when no sms comes to confirm that you are thinking of me as much as I am thinking of you. Is when at 3.30 p.m I don't get any "hey! Is at night when you are not there to "gaze" at until I fall asleep. Is to be strangers. Is not to say "Good morning" and "Good night". Have you ever been in love?
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Last Train to Wherever: Another kind of touch
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. November 6, 2011. Another kind of touch. You are playing with your fingers in my messed up hair after our last game.Than, you close my eyes, and somehow manage to get inside my soul.and there, you spend hours trying to rebuilt it, to make it whole again, to make it alive again, find out which are the missing pieces and replace them. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. VIATA CA O PULA DE CAL.
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Last Train to Wherever: May 2011
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. May 24, 2011. For my unborn child.The Story of the Dragon (II). I will never let anything hurt you, my son. Now, baby, close your eyes and let me take you again in the world of the Princess and the Dragons. Look at me, for once." The Dragon flew."Waaaaiittt! The Princess screamed, but it was too late. He had already disappeared. Andhow do I make him talk at least? The moon was still round and white, illuminating the pa...
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Last Train to Wherever: December 2011
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. December 14, 2011. How did you manage to discover exactly that spot behind my neck, just where the neck ends (.or starts.depending from where you look)? How do you know exactly how to kiss my back and then play with your fingers up and down in the perfect rhythm? And why do you fall asleep holding my hand? Nowhere.else I'd rather be. No one.else I'd kiss right now. Links to this post. December 2, 2011. Your perfume lin...
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Last Train to Wherever: April 2011
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. April 29, 2011. First look.first touch. Sharing the bed for the first time.first kiss. I don't remember when I fell asleep.I only remember that I did it for the first time in your arms.I felt us merging and making one. And I never wanted to wake up again. The silence had covered us. What could I have said more? Links to this post. April 16, 2011. Backto.Butterflies (part 4) - Before the airport. Links to this post.
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Last Train to Wherever: March 2011
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. March 29, 2011. Writing . calling . drinking Leffe Dark . smoking . drinking RedBull . smoking something else . singing . listening kravitz, and muse and massive and nirvana and metallica and floyd . bonobo.waldeck.watching Dexter (the series not 's Laboratory :D) . going fast on a Honda Repsol.seeing you.having you. Links to this post. March 28, 2011. What you wrote: "No excesses, ok, kid? I find you after ages, as a ...
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Last Train to Wherever: Frames...
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Last Train to Wherever. All that we are is a result of what we have thought" - Buddha. June 20, 2011. All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible". June 20, 2011 at 1:23 PM. I myself thought about the sea in this period. Maybe its just time. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
