Curtain With Tie Back In The Middle

Paul


"From the terrace overlooking the sea that gives me so hard, I feel that nothing happens. I filled the eyes of their light and soul of its salt.

Biryanny This chicken is made for kings. You are fantastic Paul do you remember the day I went for ground cardamom?

Paul laughed out loud, almost chokes on rice. His laughter was an explosion of light. His eyes were bright and you could see them as his mind was already in motion. In a few minutes would start a exciting game of ideas, quick and agile. Therefore, its speed and imagination, I liked it so much. Talking to him was becoming a race of neurons. And his eyes sparkled.

now looking at sea. Try glare, sometimes the moon, bring me those sparks.

This terrace is mine since it is not. Now I spend here, as before, but now alone, my best times of day, without fear of any recurrence.

The lights are dim in the sky of March. The market is full of tourists who share the corridors with the public. In brief return to the terrace eating that delicious ice cream straciatella how much I liked the Gothic Quarter. I bought

pure spices, I cook the rice properly, maybe this afternoon Paul back. He is a good cook and a great eater. Yes, I know, I should not dream. But I need it right now in my life everything seems about to break. Although you know, I renewed the terrace. It's like a paradise found, without having ever lost. It is, I know, an escape, but today is a special day on June 11.

An ugly date, but I have great significance. Paul's birthday. You would have probably already guessed. You may charm lies in its dual character. That makes it easily becomes my Prince Charming Marino. Or it may mean that I am a masochist.

Pretty Baby Brooke Shields

Get what I want but not what I need

2 days ago began an ordeal that lasted an estimated 720 days (approximately 1.7 years spread over a longer period than is) do not know if Calvary is the best way to define this new phase of my life, something I like, however ... is sometimes that trust fails. And the way it started this new project in my life (which I plan to go out gracefully and hope) I think it is time for new things come together. Metaphorically speaking it is time to replace things with new ones. But what happens when you do not want to replace these things?

It's like when you have a pair you love, you look good when you put it and so but it is time to change it because we finally got off those extra pounds Masy the pants no longer fit your new shape. You need to change it, because it is not the suitable for you, but do not want other pants. Do I explain?

If not, hopefully with the next drabble for me to understand

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- "Raise hand those who are new entrants "-

She turned to see the room, there was no need to raise his hand as already had one about 3 years at that institution. With orbs could make no more than four arms in the air and then his eye fell on him.

The type of hair that always looked ... he possessed, combed an informal but orderly showed a long no more than the ears. Red dress highlighted the white skin of his face at that time outlining a big smile.

Instinctively she smiled, though such a gesture it was not for the kindness with which he demonstrated invited to imitate. For a while continued to stare at that person and then run a bit nostalgic.

could have the features I wanted, could be what she wanted, could be behind the perfect man for her ... and she did not care. He was what I wanted ... but not what I needed.



////// I tried not to project myself, really!