Sunday, December 27, 2009

Letter Togive Your Son Permission To Travel

Silence


Silence is tinged with warm colors, ...
that listening when there is deep
fact sharing feelings
never judged but always welcomed ...
because they are part of our lives


happy and good life to you, lisa

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

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hello with a smile



Monday, December 21, 2009

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS

a Christmas of Light, Joy, Serenity and Love the simplicity of a certainty that comes to give us life.
My thoughts for ...

Monday, December 7, 2009

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My Angel ...

Prayer to my angel ...
Angelo tendimi adored the hand take me away in your fairy world. Scaccia nostalgia give me so much joy and energy. Give me your wings and fly hold me close and I do not give up. Come to me I need you. Angelo loved so much I loved you continue to do so but do not forsake me not ever do it ...
My sweet angel fills my heart full of anguish colmalo fill it with love and joy. Dispels the gloom that pervades the soul Make it my kind that gets back to being me. Kiss me, do not leave your light inondami and give me the strength, the courage to always be strong. I wait and wait your heat!

Reflections of light reflections of light
trunks wet from the dew, on the first grass ... Reflections of light on a daisy still blooming ... Reflections of golden light across the mountain where I reside ... they rejoice because I enter the heart giving me heat. Reflections of light in the early morning where nature still silent prepares to inaugurate the new day. A reflection of love around me, turns his head .... I just think of him in my reflection of light ....

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Cipralex Et Mélatonine Interaction

Nostalgia ...

Nostalgia ...
Here I am back with my fingers on my keyboard, trying to write something that makes me feel good.

I found an old cabinet in the abandoned draft of a love letter written in 1969, you read correctly, one of those love letters that were written not long ago.

in those white sheets was my desire to convey an emotion that came from the heart.
was not only rewarding but exciting to put pen to paper, seduction and sweetness through the illusion of words, something a past, "timeless emotions," and despite the years we never want to discard it. In
sheets in the envelope and remember those drops of cologne that I put before shipping, all in beautiful handwriting and then they waited anxiously hopeful the day when the postman knocked, and were often weeks.
was the time of the creative imagination and changing at the same time, today these old letter makes me enjoy the pleasure of the past life, and a great desire to communicate something of their own that still survives today as weakness in me perhaps. @ poesilandia

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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sera

Happy and night
where the sun blinds the moon.
The darkness is accentuated.
stars drops silver
draw ancient myths.
and then nothing comes to visit ...

SWEET DREAMS ... Lisa

Saturday, October 10, 2009

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Sera "Deiderare"

last night browsing the web I discovered the etymology of the word "desire", I liked it and reprint it here ...

"Want" derives from the Latin word "de " which means "without", "deprivation" and " sidera ", which meant the stars, stars. Want
thus Originally, it meant: "noted the absence of a star, regret, miss ... a star."

was a time when astrologers who used to prepare a horoscope, they could not find the "lucky star" who was "good luck" ...
They "wanted" the lucky star.

Maybe that somehow we do not even try ?

good waking up with a bright smile, Lisa

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

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MIND - Goethe

MIND

I went to the fields
so,
for myself,
and not looking for anything
was what I wanted.
And there was a flower,
now there
nearby
in life never
I saw a better looking.
I wanted to catch him,
but the flower said to me
own roots,
and are well hidden.
Down deep
are buried;
why my flowers
are nice round.
I can not flirt,
I can not flatter;
miss you,
but transplanting.
-Johann Wolfgang Goethe-



We can collect the most beautiful thoughts, beautiful things, but if you do not reprocess, we do not implanted in our souls, making them our first thoughts, and actions, then habits of life will not serve to nothing ..... with affection, Lisa



Monday, September 28, 2009

Pearl Thong Does Work

Good day ...

vain I always wondered why, every new day my old days back, and the dark reality of my life 's ideal of my dreams!
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow, I think about tomorrow as if I were to ever die!" Lisa