Friday, November 12, 2010

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Award!

¡¡¡¡¡ TRILLION BILLION quintillion (I do not care does not exist) THANKS TO BETH BY award a prize !!!!!!

I think the first prize of this blog right? Yes, it is the first. THANK YOU BETH!

Rules:

1. Say that you created your web

2. Say from when you have your web

3. Say if you feel proud of your web
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4. Say you change things and that thing never would you take in your web

5. Give it to the blog you want, at least 2.

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First of all notice that I only roll up blinds: S

1. Well, I created a blog (sweet imagination) in February this year, I think and that site was my "newspaper staff, put everything that was wrong and so on. But one day I posted something and I had not caused a big problem with a person you love very much, so I felt bad and left the blog radically. But I needed to vent somehow, so I created what at first was to be called "Princess Tower" or "The Haunting of Bell," but that day was a ballet performance and was fatal because he had not arranged things with that person, so I wrote a story (which I have to remember that up) of a dancer I had to leave to act and felt that this was not his world, and fled to his lair, a music box where they put a spin to ease his pain, but got locked forever and share their sorrows with his reflection in the mirror. So well did the name. Throughout his short life has been taking several headers, etc. designs. but we are now I think it will be final. Sorry again for dwell much: S

2. From the July 22, 2010, the day I danced "My All" by Mariah Carey.

3. Yes, I am very, very, very proud. No I have many followers, and I know my stories are not as good as could be, and I know that someone may not like, but for me this part is very important, because in it I can criticize me relief and aspects of life , a soft and delicate and not with insults and screaming and fighting, as others would. I can hear from others about my stories and brighten up my day with the comments made by that comment. Take this opportunity to thank you:)

4. Mmmm ... Images may change affiliation or the head and never, ever change the majority color, for a good dancer the color of their shoes is very important, and I know many would hate me for saying this, but I'm sure if you say "dancer" comes to mind you a little girl with pink tutu and a bow tie is not it? For I am a classical dancer conservative who believes in pink tutus and matching zapatillitas in the monkeys and combed and well made.

5. Grant the award to:

Melia's Diary, Aileen. Crazy
Wonder Land of Sawako

Again thank you, Beth.

MuuuuuĆ”!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

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All songs have a story in the rain Stand

so often heard him play I knew all the songs on your piano whispered. He had a special gift, composed songs inspired by people I knew and tried to get the melodies fits your personality. Needless to say, always succeed and can not imagine how. Once he wrote one for me. I do not remember his name, just know that was one of the most beautiful songs had ever touched. The other was composed by her mother the day she died. I could not explain in words how it was, but I did mourn, you were very callous. I knew there was a gift, though he did not recognize before. Since that day only played for me in the mornings. It was so wonderful to wake up with music that, no matter how bad the day, always seemed nice. Only played the song twice, one at the funeral of his mother, the other minutes before dying. Always remember that melody.

Since then no day has been nice.



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Thursday, November 4, 2010

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raining. The sidewalks are wet and as cold water inlet to the bone me I can not stop thinking about you. I never really quit, but everyone believes so. I keep wondering why I'm so stupid I can not stop loving you. I wish I could say I tried to forget and could not, but that did not even try, I have no strength, nor will ... and denying it, I will not forget, I will not forget those chocolate brown eyes to match your hair, no smile, no words getting tear a tear if I remember. Do not want to forget all those times when you look and you do not you realize, when I embraced that time watching Titanic because I got to mourn, when we were on the lawn of the house of Alba seeing stars and looking for constellations , and it started raining and I left your jacket to keep cold cogiese, without stopping to think that was you could get it ... It was raining, as now, but then you were with me and the rain only seemed to me an element of the set in which you were the main focus, now, every drop is stuck like a dagger in my skin, but instead of bleeds out all those memories stored in the soul, memories that had long waiting to get out and martyred. And always accompanied by tears while trying to stop it. Sometimes I imagine that this is such a simple film that always end happily, which suffers much the princess, the prince always comes with his white stallion to save her from the tower where it is captive. But I know this is not a movie, if it were you would be here with me in the rain, filling me with one of your smiles that are impossible to forget, giving me kisses to make me warm up, saying all those nice things you think that there are only in books because they are too nice for someone to say them. How I wish you were here ... but I know that is impossible, we live in different worlds, I'm from Venus and Saturn and you still love you, love you in the distance, I love you because I'm stupid, I love you without meaning to, I love you because I love and I love you but you never know love me.

I hope one day you realize, Daniel.