Mottled Skin And A High Temperature

LOVE AND SPEAKING OF MY MEMORIES OF TOMORROW

Strange an afternoon of silence,
where I can through my window watching the world passing slowly
strange not to think and say that turn was just daydreaming, and smile for the simple fact that it's lazy;
miss a good conversation after dinner, and have the power to speak for hours without yawning or complain if my legs hurt from being left standing many hours or that my head explode just by having the habit of feeling the pounding in my temples;
not remember when was the last time I laughed heartily until stomach pain is unbearable, you have to bend to support the cramp, and a hand wipe your face tears of laughter resulted.
Or staying up until nearly dawn, watching TV or a movie, and me around in bed knowing that tomorrow I'll have time to catch up on sleep.
miss the walk without having to count every step I miss
write what inspires me, what I admire, what I feel.

If ,
is one of those days where the rain does not help with moodiness and tiredness that I have,
one of those days where I have wanted to deny to the bitter coffee and cold in my cup
one of those days where I think I exist, but when I realize it I am a huge complaint, then I'd rather leave me in limbo, doing things out of inertia, angry look in the mirror with that image point the finger and say SILLY ,
Enough!


Am cranky so what!

Movie Futuristic Motorcycles Desert

weekend I saw this movie really is one of the best movies I've seen in a long time in the drama genre. Male

business, successfully, in their middle age, married, have only one daughter, her greatest treasure. At 49
overwhelms an irreversible disease and he starts the plot, if you have the opportunity to rent, they recommend is a movie full of reality.
not really tell you more because it's worth looking at!

Sendha Namak In Hindi

so to speak .... MEMORIES

Wow, actually I had not realized when was the last time I wrote something in this place, and not that he has forgotten is that simply not writing anything I had thought of many twists and turns of life, it sometimes seems that only a routine, and to repeat what we already know ... the high, low ...
I sat in front of my laptop many times, and there are some drafts enclosed, will eliminate some day so you do not continue to occupy more space ....
New year, new goals .... or are the same as I have outlined over the past years?
may be, they are not as important, if not, and had his ... it's so easy to say "I'm going to do" but is much easier to break them when they are given more interesting ....
I look in the mirror and there are more gray in my hair ..... I call them " events "and
creams I use are good, they know to hide those wrinkles, if indeed any.
My children, they reason if they are important, seeing them grow and even scold me say and when not I do something well, or say an occasional bad word for them ... WHOLE LIFE.

is a January morning, and the heat that comes through my window it's like August, the breeze is warm breeze is more than a strong wind, the sun bright, blinding .... relieves me, give me strength, all the vitamin loss in those cloudy days and cold of which I deny ever ..... and now I complain to have heat and sweating at every pore, and ...... so what?

Now I'm with my plans, my goals, my dreams of that teenager who still lives in me, with hopes of new ways and new emotions, without forgetting what has already elapsed .