In this long period beginning use the time and visit sites of interest, make entertaining and profitable. Outside
boredom.
May God bless and take care this holiday season.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Blacklight Testingsperm Stains
In this long period beginning use the time and visit sites of interest, make entertaining and profitable. Outside
Blacklight Testingsperm Stains
In this long period beginning use the time and visit sites of interest, make entertaining and profitable. Outside
boredom.
May God bless and take care this holiday season.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Skamper Pop Up Trailers
... FROM THE OTHER SIDE. SOLEDAD
"Separated for life.
Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
"Separated for life. Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
Skamper Pop Up Trailers
... FROM THE OTHER SIDE. SOLEDAD
"Separated for life.
Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
"Separated for life. Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
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