Pokemon Platinum Action Replay Happiness

Happy Birthday, Nenucha ...

* Born March 17, 1936.

As account, his five siblings (two boys and three girls) had hoped to be a baby but ... was a girl: Aída Susana, and started calling Nenucha.

There are times when it is still the same girl, with fresh memories of long ago ...

Sometimes your memory plays hide and seek ... Doubt if your cat is Lola and Lolo ... I called to tell me his is misha mimosa and when I know ... Go days without a call ... Others called several times and repeat what you tell me. Sometimes

advised me, challenges me, talked like always ... as before.

rejoices when it sees me coming ... Me farewell with a kiss, take care, a call when you arrive fifteen minutes and said that it is eager to see me, that does not travel much ...

memory ... shit memory playing hide and seek without warning ...

As children we notice is the semicolon, which is kids not hide "... At 75 kids, you can run and nowhere to hide.

Happy Birthday, Nenucha!

Happy birthday, girl!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

delirium *

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Masterbation In Public Is Illegal

As the brush touches the canvas accommodate my sins on a blank page. Sinuous dances around the room remain hopeful of which only feels alive when contemplating the world go by.

From here I can smell the secrets of your shadow. Known to have died and yet continues to scratch your skin trying to escape me. What are you afraid of who knows nothing? " Wherein lies that has nowhere to go? We can pretend grimace of surprise to learn that nothing can disturb a marked target, a black hand that caresses our heads with the compassion of one who knows what awaits us. Nothing is effective when things are hopeless.

I am watching with folded arms. Moisture softens the walls and I feel my breath I'm drowning slowly, empty, completely disturbed.

Closing my eyes I see what I am, just a blot on the landscape, just a drop of blood in a swamp.
I bite my tongue to split it in two. I wish I was still up so no one would notice me.
I am an enemy of nails, a unknown melody, a face unrealistic in the eyes of all seeing.
is marked on the lines of my hand.
Escape is just a mockery of fate. I cover the canvas and leap into the void.