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11 - Report of mathematical geography sensory

From the feet of Mary Agnes the way of desire has begun decimal for each of your fingers. Will therefore be mathematically certain to find their legs, those perfect singularly fine sinusoids.
ankles that just swell, naturally bone, terrain, are the delicate insinuation that their curves are minimal sensory foothills precedent thighs, about rivers that run impetuosity epidermal plains, which, incidentally, they extend voluptuous and certain equatorial north.

On the steppe you can get back to an interesting curvature Typical Hip geoid called Red Apple. If this sector would spin independently reclining hundred and eighty degrees, it is very likely to travel with precise segments of the fingers are causing the slight hyperbole boggling and triangular spiky hair that precedes it.

Taken as a total whole body epithelial this woman is a little Mediterranean, Greco-Italic, very sensual, and of course, exquisitely feminine.
Nevertheless, or perhaps it is therefore possible cross it as if it were original native people, ie geographical and thoroughly uspallatero. As such search of ancient voices singing, exploring the roundness sensory volcanic fly their heights without ropes or hypotenuse, find the articulated dolls, find the right angle elbows.

The short shoulder is toroidal.
The neck is fairly accurate, but indispensably necessary to be kissed with the gentle and arrhythmic flutter of a butterfly in the summer.

Ascending fogosidades enbalconada unstoppable is the Mediterranean and firm jaw, singular, Roman or Pythagorean, where you'll discover what your mouth is congruent with that of one, and inside it, bows, strings and arrows of our lips horizontal and perpendicular to their language.
Ah, language! Decidedly geographical and fire, burning Llankanelo to anything rational or math, soak concerned, the contexts of science.

From the lips of peach fruit should be dropped in the air of wonder, discovering random rain hair, soft ear geometry and its labyrinth of desire hurry. Stop, just a moment, fragile as any moment of time, to leave him a kiss, soft and quiet, and perhaps, one last bite and mild lobular.

If your browser Da Vincian ecstatic body is naked now but always plenisensual, be convenient then to theorize and experience to build these postulates, and its ephemeral hypothesis, let the body mentioned begin to rest. Keep away from your ears and eyes, at least for some time, the verbal and inconsequential ravings with epigrammatic wisdom it seeks to provide reassurance and sound to their eyelids and dreams, hands and desire.

Completing the course described above will be permitted careful not to wake sunset, light a cigarette, black, good snuff,
and illogically smoking, doubting all certainties . so inclined, facing regular rectangle of the window should said that if he is here playing with words and mathematics must be because the Francesco Vera smiles no longer melancholy morning.
should be blindly believed, ie standing or not, but always with her, there will be a summer morning and the autumn will follow naturally.

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Trancatelhampa

I will to believe, simply not going to believe me. I came back to steal the blanket of the bike. For those who did not read the last post on Saturday, October 23 in the morning a fucking bastard stole one of the most important accessories of my newly purchased scooter, the blanket that keeps my legs from freezing. With all the arrechera of life went to a sale accessories and I said shit. Now, less than a week after returning to steal me. Could it be that I'm the one who rob Paju? Do the other bikes that have the same blanket of shit are not robables ? The worst thing is that when I said I did not buy the blanket it, bought a € 20 more expensive with a mechanism " theft ." ME CAGO EN LA PUTA MADRE! I put my lock on the fuckin 'shit and still stolen? I want blood! I see the bastard who stole it sour-cherry balls! It is no longer sufficient to do so violates a gorilla with AIDS as proposed Miracles, no. Now I want more blood ...

I can not help thinking that the world is shit, and that Venezuelans are well screwed in life. Can have a quota of thefts / robberies that every Venezuelan must suffer and no matter what corner of the world you move, the "Kalman-Creole chasing you, like death when you get touch you. Able to all we have to pay our Venezuelan share " threw me a quiet" . Definitely, well, I am the largest egg producing all Venezuelans that have ever existed in history. To me, a Venezuelan citizen born in Caracas, STEAL ME TWICE IN ONE WEEK! It can not be!

All I can say is that my arrechera, all my desire for revenge and to see the bastards who stole suffer the worst of deaths, has become something wonderful and altruistic. One idea that could revolutionize the lives of all Venezuelans. An idea that includes a spectacular way my need for revenge with my vision of a world dominated by subjecting smarter gross. I must admit that this idea belongs to my cousin Rafa, we came together after a black gorilla trying to screw me by Montmartre last year. Parisian underworld I have taken you, dear readers, to share this triumph of Venezuelan talent.

So, without further ado, I present the new model of security / burglar Tukki:

MACACO'E'BARRIO 2000

I am absolutely convinced that no anti-theft security system works. Or alarms on the cars, and electric grids, or the Holy glued to the front door. The thug always wins, as the house always wins in the Casinos. The only consistent way to fight crime, to prevent future theft / assault / robbery is by hiring your own security guard. And I'm not talking about hiring a RoboCop, no. I'm talking about buying that monkey slave to your own neighborhood and "training" to protect you. Let me explain it all better with a walk in the future.

Friday October 29, 2044:

Ardi never felt so sure that his model of Trancatelhampa Macaco'e'Barrio. That night as every night Ardi parked the bike outside his house and tied to a string Macaco'e'Barrio rubber back. "Take Macaco'e'Barrio, here are 10 rock of crack that will last all night. If not stolen the bike in the morning, I give you your syringe of heroin. " Macaco'e'Barrio stripped her toothless smile to see the 10 stones that were presented to him. "If you're mine, your quiet little princess that I'll take care of your two wheels." Ardi just went home, took out his pipe Macaco'e'Barrio and put his reggaeton at full volume. When Macaco'e'Barrio was on the third stone, a woman with head rolls came before him and began to arm him a fart: "Damn Macaco, your reggaeton not let me sleep, turn down the volume." Macaco'e'Barrio was not high enough to put him a shot at the lady, so I got stabbed in the breast and said "this Fall asleep mamahueva. " Ardi Macaco always be grateful to him has been charged with Damn Neighbor.

When Macaco'e'Barrio stone was on the 5th, a beggar approached him for money. Macaco'e'Barrio was tired, it seemed that nobody would leave their stones smoke in peace. "You mamahuevo copper? I'll take hijo'e'puta LEAD! "Macaco took the Browning had wedged between his blullines and shot him in the balls to the beggar. The beggar took two hours before bleeding to death. Ardi then find out that the beggar was the one who had won his first mint. It turned out that exactly 34 years ago this same beggar was freezing and to survive was to steal the blanket to one of the bikes standing on the street. Ardi All you had to say about it when he learned was, " have known had come down with my Gorilla AIDS patient to have it violated for the year as he lay bleeding on the balls."

When he was about to dawn and Macaco was enjoying his last stone, dreaming about heroin syringe I would play for looking after the bike came Jabibi-Wahed. Jabibi-Wahed was the Arab-crack heads of urbanization and the sworn enemy of Macaco. "JA-La-La-La-La: Give me the bike Macaco!". Macaco was well cracked for the moment and started yelling: "WHAT QUES T'PASA MA'HUEVO?! FAG 'E SHIT! I'LL PUT IN BAG Cum shit, D'GO HERE! "Jabibi-Wahed did not leave, and so Macaco pulled out his most lethal weapon: a mini-Chavez. Many of you may be wondering what a mini-Chavez. The answer is easy, when you think of Chavez, one thinks of the most corrupt government in Latin America, the President inaugurated a shitting over as railway tunnels, one thinks of the Caracas military became the most dangerous city world, think of a monkey with power ... Thus, Chavez was the Gorilla mini AIDS patient. This time Macaco'e'Barrio not think twice before releasing the animal, and thus the target were instructed to give their due to the bastard who had stolen the second blanket Ardi. In the morning the police found the body of Jabibi-Wahed with a huge gap between the navel and legs ...

Macaco'e'Barrio brings happy endings to all Creoles.

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something mathematical geography chiquitita called freedom

were the seventies, long before the mother's courage have to go out and put ovaries facing genocide, the so-called de facto rulers. Gisel called

Long before, so little that their pain could unless your courage, and armed with white handkerchiefs come out to spin a Plaza de Mayo, asking for all giselle not then know where they were, but she knew by her eyes shining, even under the deadly shadow hoods

was twenty

dreamed dreaming dreams and making the revolution, the other was there, and called companion or comrade, who tied his hands in peace, helped us focus on the struggle for the party and pueblo.Era joy, twenty years and more than a desperate song

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The Charamusca is a cottage "alpine" in the foothills of Mendoza. For there were with the Heights by Those days with the moon in September. Hence the photo, here come the memories. Or perhaps the memories were already there, slipping through the ventana.Y each time the command to the blog, I always feel that the story I wrote to me. I do not care if I'm an imagination of myself, this is not the issue , because I'll write it anyway. Distance is a word that appears several times in the "geography" and the window of the action, bristled coat

DISTANCE (Alberto Cortez)

  Wind, fields and roads ... distance 
 
 how much childhood memories, love and friends ... distance 
 that have been so far. Among the streets 
 friends ... 
 distance of the old and beloved people 
 which opened my eyes ... distance 
 where I played as a child. 
 
 A heart like 
 guitar to sing what I feel. There 
 
 lived happiness ... 
 distance 
 that first feeling that she has fallen asleep ... 
 distance between the mists of time. 
 first love of my life ... distance 
 the attempt did not happen; 
 first poem of the soul ... distance 
 that has been in silence. 
 
 A heart like 
 guitar to sing what I feel. Where will 
 
 friends ... distance 
 who shared my games? 
 who knows where they have gone ... distance 
 what has become of them?. 
 will return to my stars ... distance 
 tell them my secret: 
 I still love my land ... distance 
 when I leave so far. 
 
 away A heart without 
 want to return to my village.  

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DISTANCE (Alberto Cortez)

(6. What you feel your mouth water

I say no. But no, no.

Not

is you who puts distance

wood fire my thoughts.

That you're not and I'll think about it, I name or describe you

alleged in the words of poetry .

Love does not have to worry about things I say

but why you feel when your fingers

intertwine with mine and more, then yes

when lit by the fires of summer

so you undress from urban clothing

and later to dress you again

with skin burning desires.

will, then yes, those desires, that love

your trembling between his lips and my fingers

strings on your guitar back that counts.

So I think, I suggest you consider

you do not mind what your brain thinks rationally. That

asking you to stop, ordering your heart

High STOP! Enough to feel

passions butterflies in the chest.

I myself, of course interested opinion

would be better to pay attention to what you feel

when I look straight ahead

feeling that you live a new sun face.

Today, it is better that you care about the fire (of course for me)

and what you feel your mouth water to drink up

liquid in the morning, all summer between lips and turn

between the two, in the desert sand

all real fires

on extensive skin of desires.)

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Tu cuerpo amante, largo arco extendido, sinusoidal y llankanelo

amanecerá profundo de caricias  y volcanes.

//

la regia piel de tu contorno seguirá dilatada

en la exacta dimensión de los asombros.

//

No tremors or darkness, in stillness lax

wood my hands on your waist gap

awkward apprentices will

horizon

/ /

the sun that we tend

will make us fly into a thousand fires incendiary language

penetrating throats

exploring underground

the wing of birds

intoxicating sunrises our eyelids.

/ /

When five o'clock

of that December day

longitude and latitude will happen in natural amounts

and then some hours and hours and different

incomprehensible dimensions.

then, the fire of fires

in our bodies swift, tireless

impossible architectures continue to build.

fingers continue their mysterious labyrinths

tearing solemn garb of urbanites.

  //

tenues montañas de aire evanescentes latitudes de epitelios.

//

Pero no tendrá importancia el tiempo y su transcurso

en esa mañana única, un día único de diciembre.

//

 lo marcarán indelebles nuestros cuerpos

aunque comience a ser pasado el presente de ese día

y la hora cinco de la mañana

haya envejecido

the last day of December.
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ASTURIAS IN THE HEART AND NOTHING NERUDA

(in you the earth) ".... in love like sea water will have loosened:
I measure just a little longer
sky and I tend to your mouth to kiss the ground. " (PabloNeruda, Captain's Verses)

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ASTURIAS IN TANGO, CIGARETTES AND TIME FOR SIESTA

".... Escondido along the arena your skirt

surrounding your legs, your lips

sighing with every puff of smoke

every time you light a cigarette

I know what you get.

I'll explain again, again without words

while the zonda, and cello, persists in scratching

; ; sobre el borde del alféizar 

                       las ventanas de madera de la casa.

  Siguen mis manos impulsando vientos cálidos.

Restalla

apagada

sobre el piso entablonado

la crujiente desert sand.

Later

remain

November.

continue, Mendoza

passionate this slow day.

Outdoor

still

slowly

numb and urban

as always

will from the siesta. "

(Huarpe or Berber, Geographies of Fire)

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So I will repeat, learn to drink up the thirsty so mutually

natural.

Enlagunemos once and without measures

the desert that still inhabits our bodies.

hasten then. I say we hasten

but in this different manner. Before kissing

we tired of the mouth sag.

further distancing us not fearful lengths.

My age is too much, yours too little.

add to the delay not working circumstances.

Nor what people will say, if the street

dare to kiss, because they care!

are looking at some somebodies, there ...

do we care if they or anybody.

are feeling your presence and those who have

because it is not the opposite, just

I go to bed at night dreaming of respirarte.

So, if you call me, whatever be the three

or four in the afternoon, at five or six in the morning ...

at dawn it is, but not distance to your back.

you wake up one day, only a day will suffice

whole dreaming that you love me, yes

you too frightening and tender love and buccaneer.

Oh yes, yes yes. Always be a dream.

Ethereal and fragile it is. But being awake dreaming

saying, I'm finally here beside your pillow.

that I have no fear, no further amounts will invent

for these hours and weeks.

Not a single quantity, nor greater distances.