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TnM-viaje a paris cap finalhola!!! bien, este es el ultimo cap de mi historia C': todo gracias a todos uds!! los amo!!, ok ya me pusi cursi jeje :33 bien aqui va:
sr: no es nada
Thomas: bien... y ahora que?
Jazz: que les parece si Dezz y yo vamos a darle la USB
Fred: si, y diganle que baje
Thom: que baje? para que?
Xavier: ya te lo explicamos, solo vayan...
Dezz y Jazz: ok...
Thomas: y para que quieren que Marie baje?
Fred: le cantaras...
Xavier y Fred: esta cancion!! *le enseñan el papel*
Thomas: es la opcion 3! si! (yo: pienso en ti-jonathan luna)
*con Jazz y Dezz*
Dezz: *golpea la puerta*
Phineas: *abre* hola chicas
JAzz: hola, esta Marie?
Phineas: sip, pero esta un tanto rara
Dezz y Jazz: nosotras lo arreglamos
Phineas: ok pasen
Dezz: marie *tocando la puerta de marie*
Jazz: podemos pasar?
Marie: esta Thomas?
Jazz y Dezz: *se miran a la cara* no!!!
Marie: ok, pasen *abre la puerta deprimida* ¿que paso?
Jazz: supimos lo que paso, Thomas esta muy deprimido y...
Dezz: quisimos sa
Daydream Romance. ( If I could paint. )If I could paint, I would paint him...
His deep, blue eyes, his sleek hips, his dazzling smile & sweet, tender lips.
Which way would I draw his hair? So many styles, to choose just one is not fair.
His cute little tummy, hands & his feet, his legs covered by a bright, white sheet.
I would sketch him out, the way that puts me in a trance, my little daydream romance.
If I could paint, I would do it for him...
For the way that he makes me feel, the closest I have come to something real.
For his dreamy voice that makes me lose sight, of all fears I had that night.
For the protection that his thought offers me, I should owe him something.
He would never give me a secant glance, but he's my dear daydream romance.
If I could paint, I would immortalize him...
The way he is immortal in my fantasies, as I toss & turn begging for him to touch me.
The way he is immortal in my reassuring dreams, more real than what it seems.
The way he is immortal on the big screen, while I just ad
Lily GirlShe has always been a peculiar soul. In order to cope with the harshness of a reality that many only read in novels or see in films, she created a kingdom where she one day would become a princess and find happily ever after.
She is so innocent and so pure. A purity that you only find in children that are rare after they turn into teens.
Here I am a famous man reduced to a bumbling mess in front of a woman four years younger. Yet as much as I desire her I know I can never have her.
I am the thorns of a rose. I may be a sight to see but if you get close my thorns will cause pain.
Therefor I can never truly be with her, not until I can shed my thorns and I can stand next to the delicate yet strong woman she has become.
In my hands are lilies one of the most beautiful of flowers. So modest until it blooms and reveals its sweet and expressive white star. I want you to have them; I would give you all the stars in the sky if I could. But I can only give you lilies. Would you accept them on t
Blackbox of a Euclidean (air)PlaneLove like a luxury coupe with a glass frame, false controls
and doors welded tighter than a deafly-tuned E string,
it's wild to think a summer's worth of fuel thrusted
us far enough to get
does our smoke blur the lens
after we burn out?
Twisted and leaking emotion, we
leave a messy afterimage streaming behind us; crossing
and recrossing like power-lines in a rainstorm.
It could've been the drugs but
I’ve seen a bridge
survive, pristine in agony, long after the sea swallowed its once-
touching islands in a molten gulp.
The vaulted ribcage of an ancient giant, the bridge bled shadows on both ruins
when the sun splintered through the dusk just
Sabotage & speculation. But,
did we talk? Or did my voice simply
reflect itself across the axis of a reaching mind; a projection of
The beautiful truth isHe understands. He listens. And there are days when things aren't the best but somehow he knows just how to fix that whether it's with a joke or a silly story. He's the kind of person you'd see and just know that he is a good person. He's a person that if you met him on the streets, you'd want to hug him so hard that every sad thing that had happened to him would disappear. I'm not sure what I did that made me lucky enough to be blessed with him in my life. Through every doubt and sickness, he's been there with a smile so kind it shone through the darkness. He's the person I want to hold close on a sunny day, the person I want to joke around with, the person I'd dance in the rain with. He is the person that holds my heart and always will no matter what. I can see a future with him. One filled with simple pleasures and stormy days. Filled with cloud watching on fresh cut grass and clashing bumper cars with. I'd wait a thousand years just to see his face, never to be swayed by another. T
Letter to my AngelMy Dear Angel,
I am sorry, I was odd tonight and could barely speak. You looked so beautiful tonight, in your plaid green shirt. So much so, When I stared into your eyes I could not help up to picture us laying in bed, I feeling your every breath as I hold you in my arms without fingers intertwined. You will never know how much pain it gives me to sit there hiding this from you, because I love you. I know that I love you, because for so long I have held a terrible emptiness inside my heart. I feel it as an ever present heartache. Always there whispering to me that no matter what I do I am not truly happy. Except those times when I am with you. Just having you near me fills that void I have inside with joyful melodies. and at those times that I feel overcome with gladness and love I find myself Afraid and unable to speak for fear that I might lose myself and uncontrollably tell you how much I care about you. From the moment I met you I knew I had to get to know you. somehow I could tell
Cantar del JuglarQue rasge la crin del caballo mi pecho desnudo
para que quede en los anales de cañas de bambú
que no salí impune de los cien combates reñidos,
que al menos una gota se sangre propia había visto.
Lucho bien, sé que mi estocada es la más letal,
mi escudo es el más grueso, y mi fuerza, la más brutal,
aunque no hay mejor proeza que sea contada
que la muerte cercana al héroe invicto, dice el juglar.
Por cada lapo que magullaba mi cuerpo,
mi voluntad rechascaba como lengua de fuego;
un ruido espectro que engullía con grandes chispas
la tierra bajo aquellos que a mis soldados herían.
¡Cómo lo consume todo Lopt, hijo de escarcha!
¿Porqué debería Láufey controlar a su hijo?
Si no muerta, habrá ido a parar a donde está su nieto:
el reino de niebla en el que se diluye todo objeto.
Son pasos de gigantes los estallidos de cañón
que retumban como ru
Love story parte 4La jornada escolar termino rápido, pero a charlotte le aprecio una eternidad, solo podía pensar como la abandono su padre así por más, al salir del colegio charlotte va de camino con Alice a la heladería.
Ya en la heladería luego de pedir un helado se van a sentar a una mesa, charlotte tenia la vista baja, pero cuando mira debajo de la mesa, se encuentra con un celular, ella de curiosidad lo toma, cuando de repente empieza a sonar, ella no sabe que hacer si contestar o no, pero el teléfono dejo de sonar, -oye, ¿porque no contestaste?- pregunto Alice- y...si no es para mi-contesto charlotte – seguramente es la persona que lo olvido-continuo Alice, de repente el teléfono comenzó a sonar charlotte sin opción contestó- ¿hola? - dijo charlotte- hola, supongo que tienes mi teléfono- dijo una vos del otro lado del teléfono- si, eso creo- le contestó ella- ok, donde debo ir a b
My LoveIn days when love held hands, all my dreams came true.
The melodies dancing in the breeze of our sin.
Running from the ocean to the stars,
going from deep seas to your touch
all my love were once yours.
Give me a kiss back, but don't turn your back
Because when the sun goes down we may be apart.
And I' will say that I loved you, my angel lovely, until a day I may die.
TornThousands of miles or kilometers, Im not sure anymore. I lost track. Floating with no amends or feelings of what should and could be happening. Not in my place, my soul seeks to be home. Free with the spirit that it once had, open eyes taking in all the beauty. Swerving stuck in this hole. A place that no light shines. Come here, my star is fading. Being pushed around, concerns of love fluttering above like a but
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More