cool pics
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Saturday, July 30, 2011
no blog
the weather has a sense of humour!
like April, now the sun, a few minutes later the storm, lately windy and then sun...
saving on electricity and if fast enough, you get to spend a few hours on the beach, cuddle under the blanket, avoid watering flowers and have the laundry drayed fast...
above all, I really love not to sweat :)
like April, now the sun, a few minutes later the storm, lately windy and then sun...
saving on electricity and if fast enough, you get to spend a few hours on the beach, cuddle under the blanket, avoid watering flowers and have the laundry drayed fast...
above all, I really love not to sweat :)
Friday, July 29, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
no blog
It is funny...kinda...
I see myself a lot like my mum..., when she was my age now...
The body, the voice, attitude, behaviour...
Must say
not a bad thing...
Just funny...
It's not that I'm having her thoughts, quite the opposite...
How could I
I'm a single mum, she was not...
I have one daughter, she had two...
I'm a hell of a driver, she's still biting the wheel...
I'm social, but not the way she is...and was...
I hang out with people I find interesting, or don't hang out at all...
I remember her being out almost every day a week, many times came home not really sober, very late...all the town new her, I'm not sure if everyone liked her, but she wasn't a pain in the ass anyway...
Not to them at least...
I never saw her as an attractive woman, and I see myself as ..well..., looking OK, despite of a few pounds hanging over here and there...
She has daddy...
He has her
They make a wonderful item, the always did...
I like it!
I see myself a lot like my mum..., when she was my age now...
The body, the voice, attitude, behaviour...
Must say
not a bad thing...
Just funny...
It's not that I'm having her thoughts, quite the opposite...
How could I
I'm a single mum, she was not...
I have one daughter, she had two...
I'm a hell of a driver, she's still biting the wheel...
I'm social, but not the way she is...and was...
I hang out with people I find interesting, or don't hang out at all...
I remember her being out almost every day a week, many times came home not really sober, very late...all the town new her, I'm not sure if everyone liked her, but she wasn't a pain in the ass anyway...
Not to them at least...
I never saw her as an attractive woman, and I see myself as ..well..., looking OK, despite of a few pounds hanging over here and there...
She has daddy...
He has her
They make a wonderful item, the always did...
I like it!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
no blog
strange day yesterday...
nothing specially strange, but all together a very strange day...
faces, forgotten and reappearing from nowhere...messing with my mind, and calm and placid soul...
Kind'a... sleeping with the enemy...stuff...
I have no enemy..., there are only people that I don't like that much, that I avoid, that I feel contempt for...
I read somewhere some time ago that the only true enemy a person have is himself...I couldn't agree more...
nothing specially strange, but all together a very strange day...
faces, forgotten and reappearing from nowhere...messing with my mind, and calm and placid soul...
Kind'a... sleeping with the enemy...stuff...
I have no enemy..., there are only people that I don't like that much, that I avoid, that I feel contempt for...
I read somewhere some time ago that the only true enemy a person have is himself...I couldn't agree more...
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
tom novy/touch me
We can only understand what we are shown
How was i supposed to know i'm the control?
We can only understand what we are shown
How was i supposed to know i'm the control?
Touch me in the morning and at me at night
Keep my body warm baby you know it feels right
Take it a little higher i'm faking it too
Tell me not to be there i'll feel it with you feel it with you
Ha yeah ooh touch me in the morning
Ooh and touch me at night
I need you so much tell me not to be there
What you're feeling i'll feel it with you
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ooh ha ha yeah ha ha
We can only understand what we are shown
How was i supposed to know i'm the control?
You touch my heart i touch you baby
My heart is reaching for you
I'll taste your love and take your chances
I'm craving for you
Touch me in the morning
Move a little closer move a little closer
Move a little closer closer ooh move a little closer
I'm perfect with you i'm perfect with you
I need you baby i need you so much
You touch my body's special places
My heart reaches for you
Drawn World/Madonna
...
The face of you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
Should I wait for you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
...
Sunday, July 3, 2011
no blog
Love
sometimes means walking alone...
sometimes senseless
sometimes's the roof on your house
sometimes the door
sometimes just the key...
sometimes not
Sometimes to abandon bad habits
sometimes it is one
sometimes a decision
sometimes what's left
Sometimes is manipulation
sometimes the result
sometimes too late
sometimes too soon
Sometimes there is no other way
sometimes hidden
sometimes shown wrong
Sometimes hurts
sometimes sounds good
better
the best...
Sometimes it's just living the day
sometimes to just give it a try
Sometimes is waiting for the last chance
Sometimes is going away
sometimes hope
sometimes hopeless
and...
sometimes is feeling lost and saying goodbye in the poring rain...
sometimes means walking alone...
sometimes senseless
sometimes's the roof on your house
sometimes the door
sometimes just the key...
sometimes not
Sometimes to abandon bad habits
sometimes it is one
sometimes a decision
sometimes what's left
Sometimes is manipulation
sometimes the result
sometimes too late
sometimes too soon
Sometimes there is no other way
sometimes hidden
sometimes shown wrong
Sometimes hurts
sometimes sounds good
better
the best...
Sometimes it's just living the day
sometimes to just give it a try
Sometimes is waiting for the last chance
Sometimes is going away
sometimes hope
sometimes hopeless
and...
sometimes is feeling lost and saying goodbye in the poring rain...
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