Mystic See

Ruby And White Gold Rings

On Friday, as usual, went down to the hall from my hotel to see my dear Alessandro and chat with him, and what was my surprise to discover that was not there. I was told was low because of a temporary illness and have decided that I soon go to him at his house to see how it is, is the least I can do. Since I can not offer you one of his delicious recipes, I will offer one of the greatest pleasures for the eyes, contemplating the boy Martini in one of his erotic adventures irresistible glamorous advertising. Essere il vostro Come ragazzo Vorrei of Martini, quello labbri avete Quei miei assagiato in 15 º and quello che un'oliva mangiate lasciati to me i have tenuto with labbri vostri carnosi. I fully understand your admiration for the guy Martini and given your penchant for drinking as glamorous. This weekend I will spend it in Italy and I'll take a martini in your honor. I do not know you hope to catch your plane and go to Prague, still outside the objective of knowing the buyer is a wonderful city and where you will be the star ruby and white gold rings of a central European medieval tale. No doubt the glamor of the scene you describe is something that has permeated my pupils like strawberries permeates martini I have on my bed and then Victorian permeate my taste. I greatly flattered that someone can want to be my boy martini and share with me the queen of the olives. PS: For those whose level of Italian is worse than mine, I write in Castilian interpretation of the text I do Adriano. "I want to be your guy martini, he proves on his lips to those 15 and you stop eating an olive that have sustained from your fleshy lips." I hope your stay in Italy is the most comforting and rewarding, I love to take that martini in my honor, I for one think of you when my lips rubbing against the next cup and sigh for happiness to come to your soul. Prague is a place I have not visited but I will visit soon, when life dictates that I should I go there. I suspect it will be very soon, because one of their paths inevitably leads me to her, you know. Immagine Distanz nella, sighs plethora di amore che di desiderano i caresses I took a uomo che è to circa arrivare. Quell'uomo nessuno non è a voi da circondi care, per fare saprebbe nessun per voi arrivare eats ecstasy Adriano has goduto può ma che fare is voi voi amore lasciati to me, adorn the Vostro i miei vita with caresses, per girarsi I Vostro line. Danno uomini che l'Emozione quegli Vostro hanno vita voi ma molto affidato incanterebbe the tatto ed il take you verse me l'amore. Verso il nursery piacere che è il senso passione diretto felicità beyond. While enjoying these days off Unholy week, try not to separate my lips from the pitcher of sangria to less than ten centimeters. And to see this video has me stepparents as hooks, even my sugar problems have been altered. The next pitcher will take with saccharin. Pamela, I wish I also had the boy bleeding (I do not doubt that you know of its existence) near my side, my prosthesis is reeling so much frenzy unleashed!. The truth is that while he was home recovering from my pneumonia, I've been updating my blog and photoblog, but I have not given the deserved attention to the mails, blogs and Internet fotologs of my friends. Now that I'm okay I'm getting a day and just read your last post (though I have yet to taste and enjoy before this). Just tell you that if you go to Alessandro, you'll probably appreciate it, the visits I have had these days holed up at home have been extremely rewarding and broke the monotony of my particular enclosure, so I'm sure he too will be delighted with your visit , as would any of us if ever we receive the pleasure of enjoying your fine company. A month ago, has started making a ciberviaje photoblog photoblog on blogs in search of curious. Bea's blog From the ugly went up to the blog clika of Lorraine. Yesterday, I continued my ciberviaje and one more click and "oh my God" …. is incredible, thought it was not possible to be more frivolous and the Lore dick, but you get Pamela your palm. This Sunday certainly went to church and could not enter through the door arch by palmOne Peaz you wore. What form of writing !!!!!!, 98 to generate full must be trying to get out of their graves to close your blog and to stop desecrating the Castilian. On behalf of all the poets of the world, stop using that record, stop using the wonderful resources of poetry to write banalities, which for many flourishes, metaphors and epithets that you include in your stories, your stories are the same as writing quinceaneras in the Vale. A hug. but last night I sneak back to Ripple by bleeding (is happening to me too often), I have wanted to make a comment to your comment pink, although not aimed at me. A few minutes ago I started a Sangria Martini ciberviaje looking for new post … "O, Divine Bacchus! … Is patidifuso, I thought it could not be so censorious and Trini keel, but, Victoria, you get along pitcher of Sangria! This Saturday sure psychedelic went to a party and could not enter the door in the darkness multicolor arising from your lips and eyes. !!!!!!!!!!!!, Criticizing how the circle of your side in full must be putting a price on your head to keep them from taking jobs. On behalf of all the innocence of this world, stop using the offending record, stop using the beautiful keys on your keyboard to reflect envy, that great determination, strength and rejection that you include in your comments, your spirit is like the a little girl who does not have the kit so cool of her partner. A sangria!. I shall not dwell in my response as if to speak to people with psychic powers diminished by the excess ethanol in the blood would go to an AA meeting, I have a question just for you that reveals me, I can not sleep since I read your dedication quinceañera offended when her friend criticize popular insti Your small ball were the class and Pamela reminds you of your teacher or is that Pam subenciona your indents and continue making her feel so wonderful as the commentators your side of falsely flatter the royal family?. at nothing, I would like to take a sip of sangria, only one sip, I got up with a hangover (I went to take Ripple, my prosthesis will forgive me), and also clarify that I am loved, I loved both by my people as by the divine wine. I understand that my androgynous appearance cyber overcomes barriers. Answer to your question, and to remember moments of my childhood has step-like hooks you. What was once sweet and innocent! I will say that small was a little boy he drew pretty good and the teachers liked him. That does not mean it was baseball, or anything, but my intellectual maturity was so spectacular that talking to my teachers I was in a terrible eloquence paradise. All this was cut short when he appeared casually bleeding terrible and indomitable diva of adult beverages. But hey … this is another issue. Likewise, not Pamela reminds me of any teacher, because now they are old bag and have little glamor. Unfortunately, Pamela did not subsidize the indents, action which I am as responsive as it is with wine, fruit carving in the jar. If the blog should breathe sympathy and "good vibes" to the bottom starts to smell. The aim of many areas like these is to have a good time, not riddled with bad rages and envies the scribes because they have a behavior that we would go. Go, carry more than twelve hours without drinking is setting me really bad, will I be recovering my lucidity of childhood?. You've left me speechless. How your great intellectual maturity might help you avoid falling into the dark world of drinking? The wasted talent, maybe you could be investigating the vaccine against AIDS, but decided that intellect wasted that Mother Nature gave you, leaving humanity helpless only for the pleasure of a good sangria, that selfish. And dear Ruby Sangria, this did not become a sink to your intervention. It is you who is turning this into a small forum. I just made some comments to our beloved Pamela. I could not help think, though sometimes not drinking I have symptoms similar to those of your dear drunk as telling the truth and could not help commenting. I love literature, poetry, but only to describe beautiful stories. And if, Sangria, I must give the reason, I said I did not like to waste my time talking to drunks, but I have been touched. And since you like both the "A tu lado" I'll tell you I'm like telecinco "twelve months, twelve causes" and my cause of this month are alcoholics. Your beautiful words have made my skin open with the unique tone of the words of love that only the Italian is able to evoke and have come to me through the computer screen as knives trying to stab in my heart. My mind asks how you should be, and flies imagining what she wants even though it probably has nothing to do with reality. But so are the wings of fantasy, and I left for them to raise star-studded skies that are caught between the promises of a love full of passion and eternal fire. Was read you a poem to my senses. PS: Again, I translate the text for those who have not understood in its original language. I must stress is that it is an accurate translation. "Pamela, I imagine in the distance, full of signs of love that they want the caresses of a man who is about to arrive. That man is not one of those around you, no one would know to take you to ecstasy as Adriano, one may made you enjoy but if you let me love you, decorate your life with my touch, drag me to your skin, your eyes, your mouth partially urge them to continue dreaming after waking. These men give excitement to your life but you have entrusted I too love to touch and take to me with love. To the pleasure of living with passion that is the direct feeling of happiness. " I hope you watch the video I've drawn in my diary and staff do not have posed any problem in your apartentemente fragile health. I must admit that after reading read you Adriano was as if I returned to earth after having touched the sky with nails, but do not worry for it, no more missing. No, I have the pleasure of meeting the boy bleeding, but I'll be happy to talk to me about it, I bet that is most interesting, as a fan. I must say also that I was astonished at the display of sharp comments between you and Victoria, and I can not deny that some of them I have found the most ingenious, daring and fun. My lips have drawn a smile on the air in more than one occasion. There is nothing to feel, dear, not of course! I hope your sleep has been beneficial to the temple where you rest your soul and to this day and you are fully recovered. Even without knowing it, I have ignored, and in my next letter I will narrate how was the visit to the home of my dear Alessandro. As predicted, he found worthy of thanks. I find it obvious that adjectives do not associate with me more than a superficial reading of my dear and personal diary has allowed you a glimpse. I guess I should never have been reading your favorite subject in school and, of course, I trust the generation to which you refer know rightly distinguish the difference between the two, but not from the grave, because I doubt that a generation so recent that is in place today, I play my martini glass to expel bad luck. Dear, your time, as anyone, is as valuable as gold flowing ethereal life, and everyone should spend on something you think worthy of it, but I think in my beloved Ruby Sangria've found the last of your shoe heel. do not deserve forgiveness gender change, in fact, had no special mention of my gender, and most importantly I see my love of Sangria. The waste of my intellect, would not reveal the reason that fans preferred to drink only believed that it was unimportant, but in this case do not let me output, since you have bleeding and important sensitive issues. When I was thirteen years had few cultural visit to a bottled sangria company, famous for its long tradition of retail, but he opened his wonderful product to mass market. Just remember that wonderful place makes my step-like hooks. Unfortunately, I fell accidentally into one of the pools where they kept bleeding. Luckily the liquid me up to his neck (though I die bleeding drunk is exciting), but my right foot got caught between the stones of the pool and was immobilized for hours. That led to my vital organs affected and remain part of my bones were rotten my dear bleeding, both as I got to eat and inhalation of the divine drink. Ethylic coma was not important. That said, my nose keeps telling me asangriado your words had an accusatory, mocking aftertaste. Indeed, only children and intoxicated by alcohol have the gifts of prophecy and truth-telling, obviously I cover the two fields, so that my potential increases as fast as the gangrene in my toes (sequels the pool), but I still think that your intention is to discredit the magic of Pamela. As a last, I'm glad I got to the heart. I now I have a pacemaker, so hard so I feel what you feel now, but I remember how I felt in my childhood and young adolescence. And what else, if this month are your cause, I am happy to help you be the better person. In the background are transparent as a white wine sangria. When I saw you come back on stage, my pacemaker has stopped momentarily, problems with the battery. And when I saw that you have addressed to me, I needed to serve other Sangria. Do not suffer for my poor health, it sounds very loud, but really I'm not so fragile. Every day I take three pitchers of sangria (one breakfast, one for eating and one for dinner) and my body is in perfect condition. I have not had any major health problem. I am entitled as a vine and beautiful like a vine. Came to understand you do not know the Chico Sangria. In fact, it's a suburban legend has been passed from winegrower to sommelier. Pamela, you belong to the upper classes of society and your knowledge about the pleasures of the mob you are unknown. You expand your fields, you who can. Returning to Chico Sangria, is said to be a god, an eternal being. Recorded are saved him in the most secret hidden land of Penedès, some cool is preserved in the oldest farmhouses in Prelitoral, from him, the man's liver Ruby. His features give you the divine beauty that can never reach a human, his intellect is unconscionable, their knowledge of the Sangria is overwhelming, and their production, red ambrosia, is what gives eternal youth. Living with him is my great desire. Today I talked too much about me. Even I have my navel excelled trembling with emotion, the boy speak so hastily Sangria is a fellowship for me. Mmm, I needed this drink of sangria. I see you awake passions, perhaps you there is no middle, or drunken or produce aversion. As I like your story Victoria seemed somewhat rococo, but I have read a bit more and look interesting. You have a very busy life and I envy you for it. I say envy in a good way (I make this clarification will not be bleeding from shrapnel Rubies start with words that hurt more than alcohol falling into an open wound), I wish that life brought me many surprises as you, but maybe you should look. Pamela a hug. Sorry Pamela, my mediocre writing that has led you to make that little mistake generations. When I wrote "Generation 98" I meant "Generation of 98" (the name is called a group of writers, essayists and Spanish poets who were deeply affected by the crisis in moral, political and social hauled in Spain by the disaster the loss of Cuba (DINI), Puerto Rico (pina colada) and the Philippines (the Presley) in 1898. Everyone is born between 1864 and 1875 or more facts that should be dust Indent liver Rubies. not because I bothered my words, I was just worried, I imagined reliving the video for "Thriller" but starring Unamuno and Machado Benavente, rising from their graves dragging their feet with their skins Pellejas and heading to your house saying "NOOOOOOOO PAMEEEEELAAAAAAAAA, Nooooooo ESCRIIIIBBAAAAAASSSS, AHGGGGGGGG "only you had just wanted to stop in horror as the girl in the video of Michael Jackson, I wanted to avoid your suffering, you seem more delicate than a pretty poppy, and on top of you and me lapidais bleeding, but pain, my heart trembles, never in life I had offended anyone because I'm all good, ohhhhh need many hours of psychologist to overcome this, but hey, I think we can still be friends. Sincerely,. Sadness fills my body, not a sad story I can only see, every time my eyes close preciossos, the image of that child 13 years sinking into a pot of sangria, I now understand your rantings and your distorted view of reality. I have also similar traumas, and your story is making me relive them. I'll tell you what happened to me, but I hope you do not use this moment of weakness I'm going through and make my confession to hurt me. Snif, snif why I have remembered this?. Years ago I went to a party in a town of Murcia. It was a popular wine festival, wine thrown from the floats, with jugs were all drank and laughed, there was the fun and joy to misfortune happened. I almost had faded from my mind, but your Sangria revivr I are doing the fateful incident. A young man threw a bucket of wine when oh shame!, that possessed precious liquid fell on my blonde hair and purple ink. When I saw in the window of a shop almost went into shock . I ran home, wash my hair again and again and that purple not go away. Use dyes and market all products and my hair will never shine the same. Since then never drink wine alone, but I think that the devil's blood grape must penetrate through my hair and so I am in a constant orgasmic state. I also produce small changes in mood, ohhh no I tell you this because, surely reproach me but I need to vent, ¿¿¿ Because I have remembered this next comment ?????. He longed for the fruit of your fingers when typing on a computer, and I note with relief that has come here. I thank you, I confess that sometimes some of the comments are going around in my lazy mind like bubbles, and something inside me is incomplete when the person who wrote it does not return to hear from you. Not always, just occasionally. An anonymous comment left me not long ago where I said tersely and excuse the vulgarity that I am going to play, that "it was disgusting." I told him I thought it was brilliant people that caused this in the other reactions of certain strength and intensity, dear, and that his message was not a mere reflection of it. No doubt I find it interesting that you mention, it is something that I have never seriously raised .. I do not know if there is no middle ground or in the case of my humble person, in any case , I do know is that I prefer to live with all the intensity that I can provide these extremes. Surely I'll take more risks and live evil things, but my enjoyment and pleasure will be greater, and this encourages me greatly, as well as know that every day the same sun dawns but different every day and know that I can have my reach incredible new Armani dresses with all the colors of the new season. I am very happy and I feel flattered that you read a little more of my dear diary and staff and will also have been interesting. I was left stunned when I read that something envied around me. Dear, all lives have something enviable, I am quite sure of it, and Alessandro recent days have given me good example of this. No doubt who's eyes are open and curious at heart, unknowingly entered a spiral of actions and reactions that once you are arrested, you can not escape, I feel it clearly when I reread often daily, it gives me an incredible new perspective I never thought I could have. But as a rose garden, nothing is so intensely beautiful and yet so subtly full of danger. It is unnecessary to copy part of my daily enciplopedia dear, but it is certainly quite an illustrator for the you decide to read it. To me, of course, so I'm clueless at times, and more to remember historical or political information, I have been a great help and relief that I thought for a moment, seeing how the generation of 98, your ghoulish no bounds, and this makes me much more relaxed now. so relaxed and let me know that you are not medium or psychic, and you can not communicate with deceased to assert such digressions, which are of course totally wrong, I'm sure that this generation of writers would be completely happy to read my writings have the opportunity. My teachers at the boarding school I was punished when they do not always remember their lessons, so hard trying to get into my head and stylish and I, poor me, I did not understand his cruelty. I, who at that time did not have the incredible technology that exist today in this globalized world, glimpsed the video for Michael Jackson to mention one days we made a trip abroad, when we went through the window of a store televisions. I remember that I was completely overwhelmed, shocked and a mixture of many emotions ending in the suffix-ada, but eventually a small emerald born in my heart , the emerald of an intense love and vibrant. I figured things out by bad luck or fate then I forgot until relatively recently, but there it was, the emerald intact. Then I realized I was alone in front of the shop window and I got a good punishment for having lost, but that's another story at another time do not hesitate to tell you because I can feel that you're interested. I think the data you provided were really necessary to clarify the egregious misunderstanding. Of course it look at the wonderful wikipedia, thanks to her women do not have to worry vase by large sheets of your brains. Whenever I read your answers I have to re-read my post, because I sense hostility in your reply that I asked myself "I wrote, that I respond with such animosity?". There is no such hostility or enmity in my words, Christian Dior me from the harmful negative energies, as he had not understood that in yours. What I can not to understand is why when someone writes using the same tone you use what you consider hostile, however when it is you who uses the opposite. It's something that keeps it interesting at the same time fun. The subjectivity in Writing is an art that never ceases to amaze me. Oh, and dear, much to my regret I must correct you on what women's vase, and I've never been such a thing, I think you should review this concept in the encyclopedia and remove and the sheet that covers your mind. I do not know definírtelo refined properly because between my vocabulary such words are not included. I feel that curiosity inside devour you, dear, but soon publish what it was my visit to Alessandro and I will cure you I promise by Armani. I'm sure you will not feel deufradada. I regret to say that I am Adrian, the guy who writes in Italian, probably whispering while enjoying a "spumante" and draw a smile makeover but discreet. This weekend, while walking on the waters of the lakes of Milan, he realized, that this was a place to visit on a boat in your Companyia.'m sorry the boy physically worn Sangria this so that Victoria can not find the relief that allows get rid of the lump in the throat, and we can not enjoy more updates. I am happy to call you by your real name, dear, I'm very excited to know that fact, plus the face look good in the latest pictures of your journal while enjoying a visual Italian ice cream. You are very graceful, dear, I must admit though I blush to. Oh, and did not think you were Adriano, Adriano, but must be someone in your surroundings in Milan. New emotions run through my skin, emotions so far not felt, because they think it was possible to create virtual relationships that reach the heart in some way. But dear David, the way you live and tell what happens to you is very interesting, and me I somehow addictive follow in your footsteps, and grief to know that you are not in a good personal time. No doubt one day not too distant sail together in the waters of Lakes Milan while our paths reflections return us happy smile on his face and a hearty icy rests in our hands. Dear, I want you to know that I am sending you all the luck and courage of my desires, and that they are now transmitted to the virtual world through drumming my fingers, and they would reach you through electromagnetic waves from your computer screen as smooth and invisible touch. You close your eyes and I'm quite sure that you feel. Victoria, I'm glad that your words had not a drop of bitter bloodletting, so detoxified by Ripple, my blood returns to be made of bleeding, which set of words! I have to laugh because of my own genius, as I have moved the prosthesis site, but I'm so Formoso as ever. Returning to me same, now that I have in my body just bleeding like a good fan, no nonsense glimpse your reading. I feel all that happened, we are friends, yes, virtual. Pamela, I saw a new place on the maps that I can be useful, it may be the birthplace of Chico Sangria. It is a small industrial city bar called Ruby bedroom. Save as a relic of the legendary Chico liver bleeding?. Oh, but what I say, that would mean that is dead! What uncertainty .. I just have to bite the stepparent. I'm going to renew my low by rheumatism and I will take my Seat Panda fits and starts that take me there. Today is a very important day for me, I'm thrilled. . a new world which I reach in my house has just been opened before me. Something anehlaba and wanted, dreams can come true, finally I have internet at home, thanks to my neighbors .. I've made myself, the installation, everything! How exciting enigmas !!!!!!!!!!!. I hope that torment your soul to see resolved in less time than you expect and your pink spirit out unscathed from such an adventure. I hope you find the Ruby you're looking for and be the biggest ever imagined. I am pleased that you already have a lot of this indispensable tool is the internet in your own home and you were just you who has managed to achieve such progress, it must have been comforting, dear. I just hope your neighbors do not pose a disappointment. Thank you for your beautiful words! I