Monday, August 18, 2008

What Is The Salary For Mcse Ccnp

Poesiuccia =)



essence of love



Silence.

Your steps reach
known as a slow song
my ears.

Your smell intoxicates
my nostrils,
catapulting my thoughts
every corner you.

Your hands
gently touch my skin,
anxious that your desire,
donating my body
a storm of emotions.
lens.
Deep .
Unique.

Silence.

Your breath mingles with mine.
No more breaths separated
but one.

Our souls are one,
our bodies form a single figure,
made me and you.
We are one.

Here.
Ready to love me.

Here.
Ready to love you.




Note: This is a poem I wrote one afternoon. I was trying to take a nap, but could not because I always springs to mind the phrases that you just read. E 'come out so alone, all in one go.
I hope you enjoyed:)
Say .. uhm .. is dedicated to someone. Indeed, some = P But very little of what is written, I tried with her. Obviously I hope will happen, but .. love is unpredictable. Like writing. I was sick at that time, I sincerely mean hehe, but nevertheless it was something positive. Mah. we see that the pains of love are good for me? Hahaha.
thank those who read it.

Kisses,
Simo.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Drain Spaghetti No Strainer

...All hopes die

  • 'Night ...
    here I am again .... I would like to once

    write something nice but ...
    is complicated ...
    or maybe I'm complicated ..
    but I know ...
    even if you rule out ...
    is perhaps too much,

    ask to be respected for what it is,
    for their ideas,
    for what you believe,
    in dress and attitude?
    is perhaps too much?
    no, I'm asking too much?
    is too much to ask to be free?
    Free from all
    by all, free

    can do what I want?
    is too much to ask that people make their dicks?
    I stopped to break my balls? That
    stop trying to kid? Just because you believe
    pussy?
    is PORCODDIO TOO?
    ... I hate closed-minded ...
    those who consider themselves in a position to judge others by appearance and
    only the outer appearance ...
    ... I was hoping for many things ...
    ... and I thought I had some friends ...
    and I will end here.
    - Aika -