How Do I Fly On Poptropica

Buenos TITLE / Malos Aires -> Italy

Three weeks can run fast, day to escape and soon you wake up, do you have breakfast, go to complete two shit and it's already noon .. commitments, lobby, tears, laughter, singing, hugs and craftsman of the last business have marked the latest period Porteño (Buenos Aires) was intense, at times too intense.
The prophecies are realized, and when l'ultima GRANDE incognita è stata chiarita, ho dovuto dare un taglio ad un amore che mi uccideva suo malgrado di dolore. Non ce la facevo proprio.E così tanti ruoli son scomparsi di colpo, apparentemente, ma dentro di me li sento vivi e forti.. ..come i ricordi.
Ma probabilmente è così che doveva andare..e mentre un treno la portava via da me un aereo portava me via da lei
Di ritorno..a "casa"..
A presto Argentina, a presto Buenos Aires..per ora voglio ricordarti così..omaggiarti con un video di youtube girato da un povero Gringo che storpia i nomi dei tuoi quartieri storici e si impossessa del più strano dei tuoi tangos per farsi figo con amici Wow Argentina and relatives .. Was so nice .. All Those "Latinos" dancin 'that weird music .. yaaaaaa
Buenos Aires no longer sell cmq .. but I love you anyway!
soon sudamerica ..

And thanks to everyone for the warm welcome! I did not expect much!

Greetings

S.

Latest Photos here

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Head .. now for me is a city "nostalgic" .. happy?!

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My brothers have grown monstrously .. I see .. "hello prejudice" (with the eyes of zombies who have been all day watching television or playing games) .. a couple of minutes after they come to me and make me "and the gifts?" more than "how are you" etc. .. yes yes .. I'm just a "home"!

Flaky Cervical Mucous

careful talking!


Day 13 I wrote the previous post .. I had a clear vision of what could happen .. and the next day, with an alarming I find myself living those moments, those sighs ..
Living each day in the same way trapped in an ethical and emotional prison that leaves no way out that does not cause pain to someone. Promises bigger than me, contacts, small leaks and sweet return, nights of waking up in honey and tears. Silences, glances, kisses, complicity and distance eternal unbridgeable, experiences, joys, sorrows, lies and truth.
Questions, answers, questions, silences.
I love you.
Even I. ..
smoke, cough, and still put out a fire in a glass.
I go to the bathroom. Seeking a solution on the cup .. then I take a shower and under the strong jet scalding I try to forget.
No matter what is done is done .. hopefully good ..

Part of what I have written has already happened, part I think will happen soon. Do not worry anyway. Unless

coming .. get ready!

S.

East Side Story Collection

Prophecy sensualisticodelica

Shade, rays of light through the darkness, smoke in the air, too, burn my eyes, but also come on a butt. The same rhythm
electronic beats incessantly and makes us move in a repetitive and bored as actors in a bizarre reportage of the RAI abuse of young people today.
A pulsating light enlightens us, illuminates his face, it is setting.
I look at it a moment of escape, I turn cowardly and after a moment when I turn around and try instinctively in the crowd. Curious. Hungry.
There she is, she is smiling to another, he is rubs on him and he takes her hand, the talks closely, touches her face, hair .. all of a sudden she departs abruptly, he pretends not to understand, laughs I stupidly and in that exact look with intense lightning. Curiosa. Affamata.Sfuggo afraid to turning around his eyes again. It gives me a shove. I turn and look bad and she slaps me laughing. My body stiffens and relaxes at the same time.
takes her hand, then another, I paste it on to you, my forehead against his, our eyes, our noses, our mouths almost touching.
I feel the smell of her skin, her breathing labored. Tension and excitement are mixed.
She bites her lips and pushes me back with a look of scorn and complicity gives me back.
get stuck, our copy fit, our hands are playing, shake, scratch .. my fingers sliding on his own, glide over his skin, his hands shaking ..


but-Hey are you there? but what are you thinking?
I feel that I shake hands again .. I get back to me ..
-Ehm ..?! No no no, I'm just tired ..
-You always say so .. but what did you do last night?
-No darling, I went dancing with friends, nothing special ..
says his hands, so similar ... so different ... the touch, the caress still in disbelief, I feel the warmth, softness, good color .. the look in your eyes ..
-What are you looking?
-You fool! I waited a long time now .. and honestly did not think that would never come;
smiles, looks at a child sitting on a stroller, he smiles, looks at me, the kiss, of course. Absurd.

sigh-So? What are you doing?
He looks doubtful now, waiting for an answer that I do not know her. Sigh

noise cups, fixed the forgotten cigarette that is smoked on its own.

-Au but why do not you speak?
-Ah?
-can not hear you! Are you talking about? "No excuse
grandmother, is the connection ..
-But then you tell me anything? What are you doing there?
- But no, the usual ..
Eat-ah! and be careful who you often see with someone .. perhaps?
No-nooo .. I do not have the time .. studio all day!
Oh good, be careful, however, look There are a moment to say "are pregnant ..", and votes will coli offrunu cigarette na, na beer ..?
Noooooooooo-grandmother quiet ...
-E when you come back?
-Shit, but how many times I told you ?!?!?!
-matruzza Bedda .. yes I know but I will not do so alone and I am old and I forget everything now ..

Puff .. I look around, I put my hands over his face and close my eyes

I open my eyes, a white wall. I close them, I turn in bed, I open them and I only see myself in the mirror

And you ..? what will you do? I will do?


S.