Is Perrier Water Bad For You

FAREWELL

That day, I am sure
loved me with all my heart.
I do not know what it was.
Maybe because I left ...

- I'll forget, "you said.
Oh, your absence will be long,
and out of sight ...
this has to be always in my soul.

You'll see when I return.
will write many letters.
Goodbye, goodbye ... - You gave me your hand
soft pink

and between my fingers, your hand, trembling with emotion
cold.
... I felt the touch of a ring as a touch vague
...

I did not dare to look at you,
but without seeing the eyes could see

you gently misted with tears.


I said it
your hand in mine abandoned, and that thrill

and that tremor in your soul.

me I never wanted
as then, silent and pale.
... It was barely three days they were brides
our souls.

Words: Gerardo Diego

Picture: Internet

Love is when

sometimes cold, brings warmth,

joy, tears and sorrow,

feeling, light, passion.

motor awareness, poor

be

innocence and sin

illusion

Where To Buy Stethoscope Chicago

CANDIDATE CHAKANA complaint to WHO accused of transmitting OATS are detrimental

Congress candidate Republic Region by Lima-Provinces, Roberto Rojas Montes has come forward those who have accused him of having given bad oats in last Sunday while conducting a tour of the districts in Imperial and San Vicente.

After clarifying that is a lie of those who do not offer proposals announced it will prosecute those journalists released as reckless and false allegations.

Montes Rojas was yesterday in the CP "Nuevo Ayacucho" He met the mayor of the village and residents with Joaquin Ayala who spoke extensively committed in providing sincere support by emphasizing that he will fight to end the border problem with the enactment of the law that defines the provinces of Cañete and Chincha.

chakana candidate has been, until now, the first of the region Lima-Provinces in placing advertising in the area that looks several pints of Ica and Chincha candidates.

How To Fix A Split Snowboard

ZAIDA

Mira, Zaide,
notice you do not spend on my street,
or speak with my servants, nor to my captive
try.

not ask what I understand,
or who comes to visit, or what parties
give me taste, or what colors I
pleasure. Just

are
because of you that leave me in the face, run

Moor have looked so little known.

confess that you are brave, that cleaves
, rajas and parts,
and more Christians have died
you have drops of blood.

That you are dashing horseman
to dance, sing and Tanes, well-bred gentleman

As you can imagine. White and blond

endpoint,
elucidated lineage
the cock of the bluster
cream of pleasantries.

I lose a lot to lose, I win a lot
win,
and, if you were born mute, adoring
possible.

And for this inconvenience
determined to leave you, you are prodigal

language and sour your frivolities.

will need to wear
who wishes to maintain you,
a fortress in the chest and lips
a warden. Much can

with the ladies
heartthrobs of your parties, because they want spirited

that cleave and tear.

More with this, Zaide friend
if they make a feast, plate
your favors
want to eat and shut up. Expensive

was that I did;
VENTURES, Zaide,
whether to retain knew, and knew
make me.


But just came out of the gardens
Tarfe,
when you made of yours and my
misery boast. A morillo


bastard taught me
said braid my hair
to put you in the turban.

ask me not return, nor
or save it;
but I want you to understand, Moor,
that you bring my misfortune. I am also certified


how he defied
for the truths he said;
were never true. Reluctantly

laugh:
donoso what nonsense!
you do not keep your secret,
! You want someone else to save?

admit I do not want excuses;
back to warn you again:
that this is the season
you see me and talk to you. He said the discreet


the proud Abencerraje Zaida,
and leave replies:
who may do, that such pay.

Words: Lope de Vega

Picture: Internet

Different Types Of Gnats

Zaida RAYUELA (fragment)

Between

Maga and I grew cane on words, just a few hours separate us and a few blocks and my sorrow penalty is called, my love called my love ... Every time I will feel less and remember more, but what is the memory but the language of feelings, a dictionary of expensive perfumes and days and returning as verbs and adjectives in the speech, ahead of overlapping to the thing itself, the This pure, sad, or vicariously by teaching until the self becomes vicar, the face that looks back open big eyes, the true face gradually cleared as in the old photos and Janus is at once any us.
This is what I am telling Crevel Maga but I talk with now are so far. And do not talk with words that have only served to not understand, it's too late now begin to choose other, those of her, wrapped in what she understands and has no name, auras and air twitch tensions between two bodies or filled with gold dust a room or a verse. "But we have not lived like this all the time, gently lacerating? No, we lived well, she would have liked but once again I sat down again concealing the false order chaos, to pretend that I gave to a life deep water just played terrible with the toes. There are rivers metaphysical she is nothing like swimming that swallow air, spinning around the tower hallucinating, flopping to get up better with the momentum. I describe and define and desire these rivers, it's nothing. I seek, I find, I look from the bridge, it's nothing. And do not know, looked just like the swallow. No need to know how I can live in the disorder without any awareness of the hold order. This disorder is mysterious order, this bohemian body and soul that opens wide the doors real. His life is not disorder but me, prejudices buried in contempt and respect at the same time. I inevitably doomed to be acquitted by the Maga who judges me without knowing it. Ah, let me in, lemme see some day as your eyes.

Words: Julio Cortázar

Image: Ana Serrano