Everything posted by BILLS
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@kikeShitoo mi amor te extraño att: [CN]South and [Devil]Soccer.
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CELTIX REPORTATE NECESITO HABLAR CONTIGO URGENTE.
A LO QUE PUEDAS.
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@*Celtix*$ reportate en el ts3 necesito hablar contigo de algo urgente muevela.
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mori con esto jajajajaajajajaj solo en venezuela @*Celtix*$ @[M]ikasa
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aqui estas tu @*Celtix*$ tu jeva la va a matar.
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PARCHA DONDE ESTAS NO ME LEES LOS MENSAJES TE QUIERES MORIR ES PATO :v
ESCUCHALA
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cabeza de pitbull llegate al TS3 necesito hablar contigo. urgente.
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ya te fuistes a prosti tan lejos @*Celtix*$
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@*Celtix*$ cuando vengo llegando de viaje hoy hablame cloro
@[M]ikasa reportate Culebrayin
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I silence you, you answer me in silence
I love you in silence, you love me in silence
Silently my soul joins you, in silence your soul is united to mine
In silence we understand ourselves, in silence we arrive at the maximum and perfect communication that our senses ask for, can understand and come to have
Silently my soul screams for you. Silence is the word of one who manages to listen to his heart beyond reason, who shouts for your love, claims your kisses, asks for your caresses, longs for your whole essence
The silence ... the language understood and misunderstood by all
Silently we speak the language of our bodies
In silence awake, I feel you taking my waist and feel the warmth of your breath, the warmth of your love. We wake up from that intense silence we unite in an eternal kiss and in unison being one we say I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU ...
That is the silence of our awakening ...
Thank you love for being you, thank you for letting me be, thank you for letting us be one and two, thank you for letting us be.
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He was born one day, between shamrocks and thistles
To brighten the sun with its colors,
But I could not see it: the branches of the trees
Impeded the passage of light.She spent years hiding in the deep
Of a forest where ever
Pierced the beneficial rays
The leafy weave of the cups,
And the flower waited: it did not want,
He could not stay, die, not receive
The golden glow of the morning.I invite you to look for her, to ask her
How he survived the wet
Gliding from insects, fungi and snails,
What blessing accompanied his leaves
And protected their petals
Because maybe the secret of the patient flower
Get transformed
In fragrance and delicate shades
Our little deaths.The story of a flower.