But it is also the feverish activities around the 16.internationale sled dog racing from 28.01. experience to live up to 01/30/2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Invitation Wordings To Invite Friends
But it is also the feverish activities around the 16.internationale sled dog racing from 28.01. experience to live up to 01/30/2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Funny Volleyball Team Slogan
preys on that. 's mind (sth gnaws at someone)
us running out of topics. no, they do not go out: there are no topics to talk about that we could because we have distanced ourselves so far apart. too bad, while we stood so close. like siblings ... Well well, we'll talk already. Internet-on's. very superficial. again "pity". realize you do not do it? I'm disappointed. itches you but probably not great ...
if we were sitting opposite us, we could see in your eyes? I am considering whether I might not be up to better respond with "you". does not mean bad, just because the distance is so great. I know it will never the same again. but I am defiant. (but I will! ") which helps it? just leave, huh? to accept the fact I do not care anyway. or pray? probably. 
us running out of topics. no, they do not go out: there are no topics to talk about that we could because we have distanced ourselves so far apart. too bad, while we stood so close. like siblings ... Well well, we'll talk already. Internet-on's. very superficial. again "pity". realize you do not do it? I'm disappointed. itches you but probably not great ...
if we were sitting opposite us, we could see in your eyes? I am considering whether I might not be up to better respond with "you". does not mean bad, just because the distance is so great. I know it will never the same again. but I am defiant. (but I will! ") which helps it? just leave, huh? to accept the fact I do not care anyway. or pray? probably.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Woman Dancing In Red Dress By The Beach
on the gold carpet
I must have time alone. I was thinking that I could walk a little. It is said that a long walk properly clears the head. And I need now.
I go down to the beach, it's late and the sun will set the same. I hop down the dilapidated wooden stairs and am already with my bare feet in warm sand. The sun shone all day and the sand had time to To warm up as glorious. I like to walk through the warm sand.
I stroll along the beach and get it closer to the "golden" Ocean. It's not very windy, so the water spills rather than that it beats big waves.
I leave footprints in wet sand that are washed away by the water. I come and go without leaving a trace ...
After a few minutes I get on a dune, which is overgrown with grass and sit down right pure. I plucked off a blade of grass, wrinkle it, let it wrap around my index finger, roll it and over again. I look at it and think of the sea. I do not know exactly about what. I know only that I'm not happy.
I watch the gulls behind her and hope to be able to fly. I look at the sparkling sea and hope that all my thoughts are carried away with the small waves, whether good or bad. I look at my dusty feet, as the sand trickles through your toes. I throw away the crumpled grass and take two handfuls of sand, let it run on my feet and thinking: you are like a grain of sand, a tiny, among many ...
I sit on my dune and see the sea as the sun slowly eats. It is suddenly someone beside me in the sand and asked me: "Shall we dance". A little scared Above you kind of brash young man, I look at him. A very handsome man, somewhat familiar, but I hesitate, "Why should I?". He grins at me, takes my hand and leads me to the water. The water splashes on our feet. "Because I want to show you something." He said with a smile. He also takes my other hand and we turn. We turn and laugh. I have a feeling that turns the world, not us. The world revolves around us. And suddenly I feel my feet under water, soft water. It seems as we dance on a golden carpet. Our steps
splash so much that the water splashes up on us. We dance on the Sea. A nice feeling, something like safety. feel his hands around mine, I can find comfort. I'm happy. The sun goes down. We laugh, dance and more. 
I must have time alone. I was thinking that I could walk a little. It is said that a long walk properly clears the head. And I need now.
I go down to the beach, it's late and the sun will set the same. I hop down the dilapidated wooden stairs and am already with my bare feet in warm sand. The sun shone all day and the sand had time to To warm up as glorious. I like to walk through the warm sand.
I stroll along the beach and get it closer to the "golden" Ocean. It's not very windy, so the water spills rather than that it beats big waves.
I leave footprints in wet sand that are washed away by the water. I come and go without leaving a trace ...
After a few minutes I get on a dune, which is overgrown with grass and sit down right pure. I plucked off a blade of grass, wrinkle it, let it wrap around my index finger, roll it and over again. I look at it and think of the sea. I do not know exactly about what. I know only that I'm not happy.
I watch the gulls behind her and hope to be able to fly. I look at the sparkling sea and hope that all my thoughts are carried away with the small waves, whether good or bad. I look at my dusty feet, as the sand trickles through your toes. I throw away the crumpled grass and take two handfuls of sand, let it run on my feet and thinking: you are like a grain of sand, a tiny, among many ...
I sit on my dune and see the sea as the sun slowly eats. It is suddenly someone beside me in the sand and asked me: "Shall we dance". A little scared Above you kind of brash young man, I look at him. A very handsome man, somewhat familiar, but I hesitate, "Why should I?". He grins at me, takes my hand and leads me to the water. The water splashes on our feet. "Because I want to show you something." He said with a smile. He also takes my other hand and we turn. We turn and laugh. I have a feeling that turns the world, not us. The world revolves around us. And suddenly I feel my feet under water, soft water. It seems as we dance on a golden carpet. Our steps
splash so much that the water splashes up on us. We dance on the Sea. A nice feeling, something like safety. feel his hands around mine, I can find comfort. I'm happy. The sun goes down. We laugh, dance and more.
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