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Abismos Descontínuos: junio 2007
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Lunes, 4 de junio de 2007. But I would walk 500 miles. And I would walk 500 more. Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles. To fall down at your door". En su sencillez, de las cosas más bonitas que he oído jamás. A las lunes, junio 04, 2007. Arena en las Huellas. This is the real world:}. The Edge of Sadness. Tears of my soul. O País das Fadas. The entire truth of her existence.is disappeari. NIN - Right Where It Belongs. Http:/ www.youtube.com/watch? Yours are these Words.
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Abismos Descontínuos: marzo 2007
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Miércoles, 14 de marzo de 2007. First of all, I want to thank Drusk {http:/ misdoc2.blogspot.com} for let me copy this idea in my blog :D! Ok, let's go.:. 1 Cloud.I have no words to describe what He means to me. 2 Death. My reference in life is the death, isn't that ironic? For her death full of life! 3Morfeo.He shows the other side of the Heroes, when they feel lost in their own World. 4 Squall.Even the most cold heart keeps an open door. 5Auron. The Spirit of a True Warrior lives forever, never dies.
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Abismos Descontínuos: mayo 2007
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Martes, 8 de mayo de 2007. The entire truth of her existence.is disappearing.into thin air". A las martes, mayo 08, 2007. Miércoles, 2 de mayo de 2007. A cloud hangs over,. It's a city by the sea,. I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be, (might be). Out there and sober as a well for loneliness,. Please do persist girl, its time we met and made a mess. I picture your face in the back of my eyes,. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize,. Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Annomally,. A cloud hangs over,.
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Abismos Descontínuos: abril 2007
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Viernes, 27 de abril de 2007. Nao sei como começar isto,. Nao sei o que dizer,. Nao sei o que sinto,. Nao sei o que quero,. Nao sei o que fazer,. Nao sei quem sou,. Nao sei de onde venho,. Nao sei onde vou,. A las viernes, abril 27, 2007. Miércoles, 18 de abril de 2007. Nuestra dicha consiste,. No en la naturaleza del externo. Lugar a que la suerte nos destina,. Sino en la voluntad. Esta divina. Facultad, lisonjeando nuestro triste. Corazón, y calmando sus dolores,. En placeres convierte los horrores.