Thursday, December 30, 2010

When Someone Refuses A Gift

Revelation

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I came to the office this morning. I sat on the desk and said hello to fellow members who have already arrived. I turned on my computer. I checked my mail. Nothing new. Messenger opened it and saw that there was no one online. Absolutely nobody.
Then I realized that something in all this was wrong.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Birthday Party Invitation Wording , Dora Theeme

Brutality Reminder

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As another skin

As another flavor.
Like other hugs,
Another scent.
No other beats,
No other orgasms,
No other promises,
or other heat.

Learning new
Depertando in my bed.
No other back
The sweaty pillow.
Sea in a taxi,
Walking on the street
Or letting the sun burn ...

As I can eat,
as I can,
as I can bear,
Escape or lying.
If all true,
And the only thing clear,
Is your firm, wild
and blessed love.

Al smell of your blood,
taste your neck,
The pain in your tears,
the color of your voice.
would die tomorrow,
would die in ecstasy,
would die at the bottom of ecstasy.

morning Smelling
A clever phrase.
The minutes are gold,
as the sand on the sheet.
And take the cup,
And eating in bed,
A coffee with ice cream,
Soaking in your back.

I'm happy,
I do not get up,
And I squeezed in my chest,
With all my heart.
would die tomorrow,
would die bonding,
Completely stoned.

My friend,
I know we're never going to leave
That this love we go. ________




Does anyone have any doubt about how big it is Jorge Gonzalez?


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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Honda Accord Tps Problem

A strange year of travel and surgeries


In recent years I have been fortunate to travel to different locations, almost always issues with the bike, thanks to my work as a journalist specializing in cycling. So, I visited Germany a couple of times I have ridden for several islands such as Gran Canaria, La Palma, Ibiza and Menorca, I participated in marches as L'Etape du Tour, the Tour of Flanders and the Tour of Germany, and I could mythical places contemplate cycling.
But the 2010 season has been one of the strangest in my life.
started with enthusiasm and with strength almost recovered from the physical problems that dragged on since July 2009, but in February I almost had to stop altogether because I recovering from the anemia I had, and finally in April I went under the knife for close an important and continuing loss a blood undignified and uncomfortable place to operate.
In the meantime, my participation in the Dutch Amstel Gold Race classic, as cyclist, which had already secured registration and air ticket and hotel booked from November, went first from the initial idea of \u200b\u200bmaking the long journey (the pros), to then think about making the break, and later the short, finally deciding to just go see the atmosphere and enjoy with friends who were, as it was not sufficient to make 40 km bike. Ay! But then came the Icelandic volcano Eyjafjalla (you remember) and the flight was canceled, so my trip was finally nothing (a another year will fall).
April after the operation, and full recovery, I had the chance to make the most fantastic trip I've ever done as a journalist, who was to travel during the month of June across the U.S. from the Pacific to the Atlantic following the Julian Sanz participation in RAAM, running non-stop from coast to coast U.S. cycling, which are 5,000 km of anything. In addition to the race and seeing the vast and extraordinary country, I visit some friends I have there, both in California, and Washington and New York. I said, a three-week trip unforgettable.
Already in summer, and how to recover a little health, I enjoy the usual journey do some of society to the Tour de France, Pyrenees, and also managed to celebrate my birthday for the umpteenth time climbing the Tourmalet, which brought me back a little hope and strength to ride a bike.
But after a month and a half with good feelings between August and September, my cock crows drowned in the dispute Dima Social Bilbaina Mountain SC, where he again started with the symptoms of anemia. A new bike rack break, broken only for a weekend in October, a new participation in the Tour Bike Tour in Menorca, the best way to recover the spirit with a leisurely pace, good weather and good friends.
To finish the year another visit to the operating room for a minor reason, no income, and new medical concerns and hopefully disappear in January in a third visit to the operating room (this most serious) to remove the tumor that I have found.
Anyway. As you can see one years rare, with all kinds of experiences, good and bad, all of which are not forgotten and you learn things.



Sunday, December 19, 2010

Clipart New York State Drivers License

L'Appartement

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[Black Desire]


Get ready c'que I dragged myself at your feet
Laura, I found that even a silent
Could you push my laughter to die

Wait for me, you you 're the queen of mountains, the storm rages
plains
You do not hear me, I am against my noisy

She has just
Enclose my heart in his apartment

With or without you I have some problems
You do not care, Laura, I'm sorry anyway
If you go there, it suits me too deposited me

Again, it is from below I call
She leans sometimes swallow nest
deign to receive me, leaves me no room to sit

It known simply
Change the keys to his heart and apartment

Get ready c'que I dragged myself at your feet
Laura, in the meantime I know the day will come when I can
die of laughter .



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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Story To Make You Get An Erecciion

Happy new year Happy new year



Although sometimes it seems impossible, always on the road somewhere.

Though Sometimes It Seems To Be impossible, the road always eat to Some side. Eta Nahiz

batzuetan ezinezkoa ematea, Errepidea beti da eDonor Heltzer. Well that

parfois il semble impossible, the route arrive toujours à un côté.

Happy new year Happy new year / Urte barrels on / Une nouvelle année heureuse

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Does Compressed Air Cause Static

The story of Facebook


Hi

Last week, Facebook started in a trial for the magazine BB. " I was beginning to a story and people was continuing.
For now this is what comes out. If you dare you can continue the story by writing the following paragraph.

No doubt his composure on the bike was what characterized him. But nevertheless, it was very difficult to take him down when he stopped thinking about it. Thus, with an infinite laziness, ascended as the angels, as if levitating over the mountains, as if gravity had been invested in its path. His bike was not the most modern, no nano, no ligerita things. Had always sought the reliability in all its components.
Without respect their leaders and in pursuit of victory, or at least entertainment. Capable of the best and worst.
you wore at his side quickly and the conversation flowed, his legs were still rhythmic pace while commenting on the greatness landscape, you had any housework or asked you for your father who had also met on the bike, that some years ago.
However, that day the way he moves in the group was not usual. He seemed nervous and agitated. Even his face had a tension that we had ever seen. It is true that the south wind will greatly influenced the mood. But it went further.
His eyes lost their focus away from your pedaling cadence as naturally drove, the conversation was short, brief, strange openness. The miles passed in late position, until he decided not follow the trail of the group, decided without a word, take an alternative route, a sharp turn and suddenly alone, strange and lonely silence. He looked up to infinity without any wheel to prevent him from seeing the horizon line. Decided to uproot the computer back, threw his helmet to the shoulder and missed the time, time, space and for a second he thought he could move forward infinitely.
He went through a difficult time, maybe that ease on the bike, the ease to achieve what he intended him to lose his head. Raquel

never dawn. Even a trip that requires taking a plane early prevented it pegasen sheets. The discipline of training and competition had not been sufficient to remove the taste for late nights. A snack time Sunday, after a frugal breakfast, headed out of town, riding on the first crackle of fallen leaves covering the road. Noon passed, but the autumn sun lengthened the shadows, inviting to laziness.
had been with the composure for a spin around. He would come and sweat and a little tired after fighting with the rock in a hill not far away and together they would conduct a few kilometers to a nearby diner where they were waiting for caps patatas bravas, fried calamari and marinated pork loin that would water with a beer while contemplate the passing of autumn with the timid ray of sun through the trees stripped of their leaves.
And so was his ride, lazy and worse, zigzagging as it came to the sharp bend to the people left behind.