Monday, November 19, 2007

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associated many weekends at home writing, the muses are fickle and when they are of good must take advantage. I've been 47 pages of the novel., Which makes me feel proud. The September and started considering that writing is not my only occupation is fairly advanced.

For this entry is so short I do not get a piece.



underwater hot shower was Aradia, relaxing with the touch of water on his naked body, letting this will take the confusion that prevented him from thinking at the time. His heart beat calmly now, not having those two jets watching with desire allowed a few quiet moments.


had allowed him to break their barriers, had let the old satyr in his strength. Trying again to raise the walls of his shelter, but it was too late he had fallen under the spell of the satyr and many walls that increases had been infected by the disease of Cupid and could do little to turn stone again.

was risking was again to suffer.

If life had not beaten so do not hesitate to take chances, give everything and then see what happens. But in those times it was risking risking to break even the last pieces that survived from his battered heart.

Love always ended in pain, sooner or laterPrana illusions died or were killed and few will now grab life to risk losing them.

away

try all of your mind, but I had the habit of thinking too much about what it cost. Luckily her mother had taught him meditation and concentration techniques in their learning as a witch, so instead of trying not to think he concentrated on thinking about the water. Was analyzing his touch, smell, taste ... until his mind was water away the confusion of his mind.

But forget that water is a door ... a door to the unconscious ... the past ... the future ... A door to the place where all worlds are one, where past and future merge with the present andwhere the spirits beyond the veil of their stories.

The bathroom is smudge under your eyes becoming first in mist and then into cold stone. There was no water if a fire burning in a fireplace. Look around, recognizing the walls adorned with expensive tapestries and oak furniture in the room that was part of their golden cage.

On his lap lay a piece of embroidery was one of the few things that a woman was allowed to do. An embroidered maid beside her, silent and that silence was what they most valued in her confined in him all his secrets. Like all high-born lady that prices were many and some who risked their world. CHTMLX back to question in his face.

amo. -Os-the words came from his throat, knowing that was the last that could pronounce them.

"And I you ..." I cherish the hair. "I regret what I said, not really sorry.

"I know. Take care .-

He leaned over her and leave it on your lips a warm kiss, she hugged him and language of the gentleman looking eagerly. Two intertwined tongues of fire, looking to defeat each other but instead managed to defeat the hearts of young people who were beating fast. His hands ran over their bodies, each other, knowing that would be the last timethat could be lost in each other's arms. Les

separate cost and when they did they looked at her tenderly. He stroked her cheek and left, leaving a huge void in the room and especially in his heart.

"Lucky ..." I mutter, "Until we meet again ... -

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