I m waken

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I dont wanna think anymore

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Theee somethin wrong over here.. the santa rosa storm ruin my phone. I dont know why...

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Sorry by my lazy way

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it s a time to get no shame please relax, take it easy you re too young, that s no fault there s so much you got to grow find a girl, settle down if it goes out take it easy and you ll find the gleamist happiness just like me although i m lone but you ll laught again on on there s so much i can explain byt not to be heard coz i m shy, just like you and i m happy please relax, drink a tea and tben i ll be still just online for to explain what therer no explanation look at me, i m your friend and there re no path for us to offend ... to alll the people who write or want to have a refresh all our lives brothers in god present with lovew rosana.. v c n

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Happy!

an argentinan happy birthday feliz feliz en tu dia que a la noche te mate un tranvia que reine la paz en tu vida y que cumplas para atras..

I declaim: i dont want to be a sad Roussie

We are made of cristals. Some of us. Everyone of us-.
Our story, have kept us into that material steely light.
yeay, but I think we re made of bread
But we re not so hard sometimes.
i guess no...
I ve called this blog with this name. That s not true. Sometimes i am, sometimes i m only a curl.
A curl which is surrounding my only brain.
But my brain its not sad. It works everyday of my life with my soul:

in that case:

my soul is not made of cristal.
no, from bread
But the question is: Why am I made of steely hard but fragile glass?
i dont think in that scope mum
Because I d like to feel that hulmer importance.
I d like to feel that as one superior force made me unique, and indescriptable as everyone of us.
i m sure but?
That s all.
all? and why i feel so shy today? ....to be continued bt you...

Todays always brings out hope

The matter of times, leaves empty lives, waiting to be filled ( emotionally)..-
Morrissey had written a sad sad song with some of these words.

I dont think so anymore.
We are lives to fill leaves, with all that green hope.
We need to share.

No matter what colour are us made for.

Here we are, a little empty, a little happy, for filling leaves into the hearts of everything. Everything which is around.
No matter what energy is it kindly showing to us.

We re not leaves, just to run over with the wind.
We are wind, secret and sparing our time to choose.

That s the truth.
Live as a tall tree, with all our emotional and honourable values.

with love

rosana