blog closes. Molinha ends here.
Words are finite.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Vice City Unhandled Exception C0000005 00652f30
molinha @ 2006-05-19T09: 30:00
Orange Juice Stain Removal
house of cards
The boy left the room.
He glanced behind him for the last time ( fleeting memory of something violent and whispered in the dark .. "Please do not break my heart Promise This .. " ).
That room was the only safe place, solid.
Outside, the world had turned into a huge and fragile house of cards and the boy knew that he would collapsed.
He knew that he would have collapsed along with the world. He went anyway.
He was already raising the wind.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Mobility Radeon 9000 Agp (0x4c66)
ribs ..
the hospital at night is an absurd place. no one around, dark, time extended beyond belief, alone in an empty room I was the star of a horror. not the shoulder, but just the main character, one that eventually make it. Cmq
and X-ray - tomorrow morning -
- cmq you, look, let me see .. eh .. I would say that the symptom is actually cracked rib.
- and many thanks, I arrived there I also ..
- .. Excuse me, but how did he do that? I understand that mica ..
- eh .. I'd like
the hospital at night is an absurd place. no one around, dark, time extended beyond belief, alone in an empty room I was the star of a horror. not the shoulder, but just the main character, one that eventually make it. Cmq
and X-ray - tomorrow morning -
- cmq you, look, let me see .. eh .. I would say that the symptom is actually cracked rib.
- and many thanks, I arrived there I also ..
- .. Excuse me, but how did he do that? I understand that mica ..
- eh .. I'd like
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Kidde Fyrnetics Keeps Beeping
Yeah ..
leave the house in the morning and find the city deserted. And the silence.
I'd like to be able to control my emotions more, especially when they are tired or nervous.
I would sometimes be able to rewind time, even a few minutes to fanonfare-direnondire certain things.
I'd like to go to certain places and in some ways this summer.
I'd like to get more sleep at times and be awakened by the smell of black coffee that two special hands I lean close. In a large cup.
I would like the music for any occasion to feel the air, always at the right time.
I'd be slightly out of me to say I'm sorry.
I would like the arrows bouncing on my armor, instead of damaging it.
I'd like to keep a face in the hands safe, while the tears dry.
I wish I had a big room full of all my books where refugees at times.
I would not feel cold and not being afraid.
I'd walk to the Gothic Quarter, some clutching hands.
I'd like to find that smile, and he stopped raining. Inside and out.
I wish the wind take us ..
leave the house in the morning and find the city deserted. And the silence.
I'd like to be able to control my emotions more, especially when they are tired or nervous.
I would sometimes be able to rewind time, even a few minutes to fanonfare-direnondire certain things.
I'd like to go to certain places and in some ways this summer.
I'd like to get more sleep at times and be awakened by the smell of black coffee that two special hands I lean close. In a large cup.
I would like the music for any occasion to feel the air, always at the right time.
I'd be slightly out of me to say I'm sorry.
I would like the arrows bouncing on my armor, instead of damaging it.
I'd like to keep a face in the hands safe, while the tears dry.
I wish I had a big room full of all my books where refugees at times.
I would not feel cold and not being afraid.
I'd walk to the Gothic Quarter, some clutching hands.
I'd like to find that smile, and he stopped raining. Inside and out.
I wish the wind take us ..
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Spray Painting Weight Plates
balances
Sometimes in the game you can not find that rhythm and that set of movements that instead finds himself in his own mental projections. Not you can let go as they would in a nutshell.
depends on the pace of the companion course, but above all by themselves.
If we are unable to adapt to the pace of the game, the balance is broken.
The music and the songs are more faint and distant, and the muscles do not move with reactivity. What needs to be
game becomes inertia.
As if you lose your balance, perhaps too bold a move, and you risk falling.
mate they might enjoy, even unwittingly, and then you have to get up. Quickly.
The hand rest on the ground and returns just in time to support the body, lowers his head to the side door and a soft circular motion, are feet again. Ginga now flows more freely and the music regains volume. The drums have low
the rhythm of my heart now.
Now I understand the rhythm and follow it.
fluid movements come and I'm closer to who's playing with me and kicked and fit perfectly: we have the same rhythm and the game becomes a wave that rises and falls and breaks into a near-perfect rhythm.
more daring jumps and movements, now I can afford, leaving me with no thoughts that can guide them, as a spray of water, and the distance between me and the partner is minimized, not just the physical distance, but the ' other, the one that leads the roda.
The pace then gets up, he can now do so, and the game gets hectic, intuition, absolute freedom, and two of us to hear.
I have no breath, nor do I need it: my body moves on its own, fast and responsive and the companion is with me.
This is basically the most important feature of capoeira, adaptability.
In case the game does not do my body sweat pearls, but look who plays with me and began to smile.
roda can now proceed.
Sometimes in the game you can not find that rhythm and that set of movements that instead finds himself in his own mental projections. Not you can let go as they would in a nutshell.
depends on the pace of the companion course, but above all by themselves.
If we are unable to adapt to the pace of the game, the balance is broken.
The music and the songs are more faint and distant, and the muscles do not move with reactivity. What needs to be
game becomes inertia.
As if you lose your balance, perhaps too bold a move, and you risk falling.
mate they might enjoy, even unwittingly, and then you have to get up. Quickly.
The hand rest on the ground and returns just in time to support the body, lowers his head to the side door and a soft circular motion, are feet again. Ginga now flows more freely and the music regains volume. The drums have low
the rhythm of my heart now.
Now I understand the rhythm and follow it.
fluid movements come and I'm closer to who's playing with me and kicked and fit perfectly: we have the same rhythm and the game becomes a wave that rises and falls and breaks into a near-perfect rhythm.
more daring jumps and movements, now I can afford, leaving me with no thoughts that can guide them, as a spray of water, and the distance between me and the partner is minimized, not just the physical distance, but the ' other, the one that leads the roda.
The pace then gets up, he can now do so, and the game gets hectic, intuition, absolute freedom, and two of us to hear.
I have no breath, nor do I need it: my body moves on its own, fast and responsive and the companion is with me.
This is basically the most important feature of capoeira, adaptability.
In case the game does not do my body sweat pearls, but look who plays with me and began to smile.
roda can now proceed.
Friday, May 5, 2006
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
Kerastase Helps Hair Grow Faster
SB
Country all arcs and steps, lanes and climb.
not ever go down, go up only.
country where everyone greet me as if I were the place, maybe they would like it to be, or believe it even if only I seem to be so different and so far from the tranquility and silence.
But certain places I can see them, to see them and understand them. I see some magic in that place. Maybe they have understood that greet me.
Roads that unfold before me, day and night, cold water, the smell of the beach and olives.
wine and beer, fun and distances shorter, words thrown into the air with less fear they fall and break.
Sometimes an undeserved pain I shake the base of the chest and makes me damn evil. It makes me like they are not.
swallow and throw down, I can do yet, and believe even more.
I want to be above the pain. Anger
the jet behind me, like salt launches x good luck, and there is only light and the smell that I feel, what makes me feel so good, that smell I carry on every day.
smell of clothes, and sea lanes, the smell of cold wind on the beach.
Smell of hands and skin, history. The view
Country all arcs and steps, lanes and climb.
not ever go down, go up only.
country where everyone greet me as if I were the place, maybe they would like it to be, or believe it even if only I seem to be so different and so far from the tranquility and silence.
But certain places I can see them, to see them and understand them. I see some magic in that place. Maybe they have understood that greet me.
Roads that unfold before me, day and night, cold water, the smell of the beach and olives.
wine and beer, fun and distances shorter, words thrown into the air with less fear they fall and break.
Sometimes an undeserved pain I shake the base of the chest and makes me damn evil. It makes me like they are not.
swallow and throw down, I can do yet, and believe even more.
I want to be above the pain. Anger
the jet behind me, like salt launches x good luck, and there is only light and the smell that I feel, what makes me feel so good, that smell I carry on every day.
smell of clothes, and sea lanes, the smell of cold wind on the beach.
Smell of hands and skin, history. The view
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