Saturday, April 25, 2009

Normal Hemoglobin 3 Year Old



Today is "red" on the calendar, or so they say to place a public holiday of the month, will take advantage of to fix something at home, like a shaft of disorder and my room is greedy it! I am not even dressed yet, wander around the house still in her nightgown, a beautiful shirt in shades of gold, up to brush her long feet, soft and delicate as silk satin, which glides gently on the body, which band as if to caress it, embrace it, make it his own. I take it easy today, I can do anything quietly, so quietly ... I'm not going to do anything! I'm not "fimmina home" (housewife), I would say rather a "Sicilian rebel and work abroad ... in short, is a Sicilian lost, as I say, calling me and smile like that, "shame of the family are." Game with a few strands of my hair, my fingers to have fun twist between them, but perhaps you'd better pick them up in a long braid my hair I am the most rebellious of me, a disorderly fall on my shoulders in my breasts ... clever, they pretend to slip in by accident, and instead enjoy nell'accarezzarmi I get Goosebumps, like a tickle. Come on, give beginning to the great work! Reorganization is in a corner next to my bed the pajamas of my love, you get closer to my face, I try to smell her perfume again, smiling as the little used these days we were together! Close your eyes and think of the good times spent with him ... because time can not be stopped?! Because even if you love, how we love each other in the eyes of company we are considered "Lovers." The etymology of the word lover, lover, perhaps derives from the greek "Mao" or desire, from the Latin "Amans, NTIS-'" or "loving-lover! But it is not so beautiful as it sounds, sometimes it's like an insult, something to hide. The lover is a minor, that is little more than nothing, is often subject to ironic glances and smiles of the people, must live his love in secret, as if it were a sin, he lives his solitude is like the 'Phoenix' rising from the ashes, she lives only when it is close to his love, when only a caress, a kiss, a sweet word of love instills the drops of life. But often they become lovers again more accomplices among themselves to defend their love, perhaps it is the situation which then makes them stronger to fight against everything and everyone. My love, we experience intense emotions, when we are together one of the arms, just us and nobody else, we leave everything behind, we want to live this love and nothing will matter if they call us ... "Lovers." A kiss on your lips.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

What Does A Neautral Wire

Love Melody of Love

Good morning day, the sun is out today, its light filtering through the curtains of my window, it illuminates my room passing a gentle warmth, and today just wake up to stretch out his arms as "stretching" a while, and then bring my hand on his lips and blows a kiss, the send to life, love, my love. Yes, a kiss on his lips as he pleases, just wake up in the morning when the overflow lip, and he caresses her face returning my kiss. But small gestures that fill my heart, I live day beautiful, my love is with me, just for me. He is so sweet, cute, I would always be near if we make love with such intensity, passion, often our quiver as we find it becomes entwined in tremor, this is the impetus of intercourse. Our moans seem ... a melody of love. Our bodies merge into one another, as to want to merge with each other not to loose more. I love the way he stroked when he slides the infusing his hands on my body chills that make me wince, as if to make me short of breath, makes me mad when her lips touch my nipples and dwell on them, as to want to drink of me, or when, after love, tired but happy, soles rest his face on my breast and close your eyes and I stroked his face looked like a sleeping child in the womb of his Blessed Mother. Our Night of Love begins with a kiss and ends with a kiss. I never made promises, you know that love can not play in three, but he did not ask me much, just takes a little bit of love from me, does everything to make me happy, it becomes for me a poet in love: in the morning I always leave some Beautiful words, sweet as him, "I can not imagine without you, you're like the sun that warms me, and I lit my life." They seem to just words, but life, light, air, that make you live and make you love life you do love love. You're my sweet thought in my life that seems like a boat adrift at sea during a storm, you're like a beacon of light that is visible in the night during the storm. Six, six ... you! A kiss on your lips.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Difference Pms Pregnancy Breast Tenderness

A helping hand towards the light of love

This page is dedicated to all those who suffer now and live the tragedy of the earthquake in Italy and to all those who have made it to survive such a catastrophic event. In their eyes amazed you can read all the anguish and terror that will remain forever engraved in them. A thought and a kiss that girl for four endless days under the rubble has been upside down, you do not realize the time passing by, who lived with and struggled against death, who knows what he thought, who knows how to fear l 'gripped by itself under a pile of rubble was there waiting for a hand from heaven estraesse to bring the light of day, to that mother who was found lifeless embraced his children, as a last embrace, for do not leave them alone in the journey to another life on earth, to those students, who were there came from other countries to study in Italy, who hoped for a better future and instead they were buried with all their desires and their aspirations in a minute was wiped out their lives. In those children, even their innocent victims of a cruel destiny, which will play no more, no longer have the pampering of their mothers, will never know the joys and sorrows of life. I am Sicilian, I have known and experienced the earthquake, and in those moments you do not know what to do, it seems that the forces unleashed nature come at you, you can not escape, it's like a thousand hands will retain, the fear is that only one enormous effort for survival instinct gives you the strength to get through except for those fortunate enough to do so. A thanks to all the rescuers, who also endangering their lives are constantly doing their utmost to give aid to the survivors, much love in their gestures: a hug, a caress, in these moments worth more than all the gold in the world for make them feel not alone, to be there with those who, although they had not lost the gift of life, will face a hard reality, start all over again, because they have lost all hope and solidarity in both the human does not abandon them, to continue to live for ... start with courage and dignity.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Level N 19 Electric Box



E 'night, I can not sleep, so it takes me' at times. Light pacatamante streetlights illuminates my room, in the silence of the night outside noises seem amplified, now a bike, now a car seem to violate the silence of the night. It is not cold, wearing a pink gown with a bodice full of lovely floral and butterflies that are based on flowers, my hair slip on my shoulders and some seem to enjoy beautiful hair re to cover the eyes, perhaps they do not want that Write! The reference back, moving his hand towards my head. Miss My, my treasure cat is curled up on my chair, now he's made himself master, it seems his throne ... Patience is a queen sofa! I put my headphones, listening to the radio with music the night is romantic songs, some do not even know, but they are beautiful, the listening pleasure. One made me think, is certainly very old but beautiful, Luigi Tenco, "I love you" ... but how beautiful! Beautiful words, deep ... and how to reflect certain realities! "I love you because I had nothing to do," sang Luigi Tenco, and how bad all this, start a relationship like that, without a reason, just to get someone to break the monotony of daily, that you move away from so many thoughts ... and then what? Then realize that it is not, regret meeting him. The thought is getting stronger, overpowering inside you, you can not more than help it and you just can not be alone, and he's so sweet, cute, full of care, which covers you for caring, that tells you "you are my sunshine, my light" you realize that you just can not do not think so, but now you do not know what to do and do not wish for anything to make him suffer. The warmth of my duvet almost bothers me, or maybe I just can not stand anything tonight, lifting it from the top of my legs and slide off the bed as if he understood that Starmie is far better now, I can not stand him either. I caress my thighs now that are left uncovered, are warm, smooth, my hand goes up, my sinus relief, close my eyes, I feel a sweet sensation of pleasure. How I wish they were more hands to stroke, as I feel lonely tonight! I would like to talk about love now, just not to be alone, as he sang Luigi Tenco ...