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omar_spes @ 2008-09-25T22: 50:00



a poem should be allowed to live under the paper
a poem is not an emotion or
and there are no good or bad poetry
exist only true and false movements and false movements poems

so if poetry is
skin feels immediately under the epidermis

poetry, if you've written

is making you with these words because I wanted that vibrates

because if you have a poem in the blood does not rise

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be read only in the echo of this blues ...

If there had been more than a life in between, we would be more than lovers.

One, two, three lives divide us beyond the flesh.

The distance does not matter. No. They are the hearts that count.

to make matches and two we should injuring at least three.

What? A love that is more of a trinity of suffering?

And if not love? If it proves only a meeting of loneliness?

Yet all tells us that our lips would always happy

boundaries if they could touch each more than a moment in an instant.

I miss one more night with you to love you. And I never had.

Every now return to the station but I feel that my legs and smiles are still

in that train is leaving with you, within me.

And I wonder why two lives together so they can not stay together

most of the time and space that was allotted to them.

Because, you know, no one was so similar to you as I was.

We have the same eyes, same eyes

only two beats in an arrhythmia

and endless city invisible and submerged bodies of lovers, not yet inhabited.

Eh. I believe that if we lived together we would even have the same name.

After that there remains only to divide our movements

if there were half a vertigo and a fear of flying.

So what dreams we
fly until the wings will want to soar. They are the

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First weekend of shitty school year which is announced. The first week is over, and I've already got the face-and-half-year-merdosissimo school.
great.
I was writing a track for a long-fic, and of course, I have invaded the room. So I had to close everything. I hate, hate , look at me as I write and / or read. The hatred. Yet continue. But God ..

However, having absolutely nothing to do - apart from the tasks for tomorrow, but those who want to? - The list below will get a little 'things that are planned and, sooner or later, but do not expect anything fast (è_é) will be uu completed

Type your cut contents here.
Projects / in production
- Cornflake Girl . In processing the second and final chapter, which should be completed by the end of this month - if all goes well.
- Bittersweet . Long-fic, SaiSaku, SaiNaru, SasuNaruSakuSasu, SasuNaruSakuSai in
A Sorta Fairytale
was the beginning. - Sweet Pandemonium . Provisional title. Second side, this time on Sasuke. -
This Fortress of Tears. Third and last side on Naruto. -
Hand of Sorrow / Little Earthquakes. What if ...?, one-shot that closes the cycle of stories. Possible ending of the manga, alternative to that of
A Sorta Fairytale. - Dark Side of the Sun Douwe One-shot. -
Circle of Fear. -long Mini-fic (I think most five chapters long or very long), SasuNaruSasu - Miscellaneous
shot - probably horror - on different pairing, but not mutually exclusive shot "non-pair.
who will appropriate course of what was listed above and must face his spaccerà for me and Amanda \u0026lt;3
Bon, said that, I eclipsed. Au revoir \u0026lt;3

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omar_spes @ 2008-09-21T04: 33:00

4.33.
I just came back.
After dancing all night. Yesterday

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omar_spes @ 2008-09-19T22: 55:00

me a hug would be served.
After a day of hell.
Yesterday I fell into an embrace.
A sincere hug.
A hug to a kiss. Fabiana under
a lock of hair from his eyes looked at me and caress me.
smile at her. And 'nice' might yet be my mother. "I think.
I think it would be like if the love filled the air.
No, no! I will not! And move the spoon into the glass.
Two spirals of milk and coffee are moving almost in an embrace.
"Do not worry. It's okay. "And I can not look at her face.
The smile I light up as always, is it? The area around the mouth tries, but the mind.
Nothing, nothing! I seem to have nothing. "Treat me as well. Do not you have never been nice. "
His search for my irises. But as I'm gone.
I often these days. Now that I have no more excuses, that maturity has bared me.
You no longer have a mother and a woman even care that your wounds.
're just Omar, only on your own. And you want to be alone.
I say that is proof, say that one day I'll be back up, not now. And I
ears are the words of Alexander, as the saliva of the waves in the shells:
"But what is good to be together" I could not tell him that these are all excuses.
Stupid, I would have said if I had more courage in the teeth.
I remember when my heart swelled with love for the last time.
remember how many times the Garden of Eden was burned under the fire of his eyes
or a wrong word that I seemed to be the verb.
a glance misunderstanding because the sky fell.
No, no! I no longer believe the smiles of lovers.
How many stories have I heard of hearts that love each other in front and behind you stabbed.
I never want to stand in that martyrdom.
All it took was the sight of Matthew lost to escape by the threads of love.
I will not be his puppet too anxious.
"But what is good to be together" Fuck you I would have said if only I was a little 'less hypocritical.
And I got to do an mirror mirror, his eyes fixed on the phone.
hands on the keys that move in spasms. And her eyes when she speaks to him, as a restless ghost.

I AM FREE!

the bells no longer believe. They are only dark clouds go by. Fears. Fear of being alone.
But you do not know the satisfaction of killing their own nightmares.
If I could, I'd do the test. I'd have to ride the waves with me.
The water moves under your feet like the back of a mighty leviathan.
And you over, to dominate.
"Do not worry, Omar," he says Fabiana.
"Do not worry," he also says Alexander.
"Do not worry," says Matt from his shoulders shaking and tired.
But do not understand that I'm not that worried.
All I speak with paternal air, as if I'm the one to cure the plague.
Meanwhile, nothing is slowly gnawing away at them.
Meanwhile, another day nothing is going away.

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omar_spes @ 2008-09-17T20: 30:00

... and Omar is becoming a serious guy!
You buy the house. Yes yes yes yes!
It's actually still looking and will buy a tiny little house, but it is already a big step forward.
: P

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your keys in there all the love in the world.
I miss you so much ...



Now take your music in heaven.

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omar_spes @ 2008-09-12T20: 35: 00

I was so tired by the time the master.
Tonight, sleep right away.

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Shoppingland

How long \u0026lt;3
Long ago I returned from Shoppingland - or London - and I had lots of fun. The first holiday where I have fun, yay! Invitation to crap.

Since my memory almost nothing, I was reminded yesterday of having a blog on Splinder, unused. Hmm ... Well, moral of the story, we decided to leave this LJ as a kind of timetable for updates / publications will be posted and where the answers to any (XD) reviews. For more information
(XD), here is the address of the blog: Digital Ghost




the next;)

Martina

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omar_spes @ 2008-09-07T00: 08:00

Oh! Finally!
Now that we have won the Best Actor of the Festival of Venice, I can finally what I always thought

Silvio Orlando is a great actor! With him I saw

Palombella Rossa, the hilarious series Neighbors, The Bag Carrier, South, School, wonderful film, The sky bluer èsempre, Vesna goes fast, the enthralling April, the Children of Hannibal, the Light Eye, The Son's Room, El Alamein, the site of the soul, after midnight, The Caiman.

not know how happy I am! I'm really happy! :) And for those who
again in a few hours or days of school / university, a little thought ...

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omar_spes @ 2008-09-06T14: 52:00

spends his nights in the sea to seek some creature from the pack. A gold fish, the white whale, a leviathan sleeping.
holding onto the network and I dive where sound propagates more intense. I love the research and travel, exotic animals, only those you see in the picture but you've never heard of. Night Jazz, Funk moons, horns and strings, instruments that sparkle in the night, vibrate at low frequencies. I feel it as a challenge but I do not know with whom. Certainly it is an inspiration that he expects the hook.
look for new sounds, known as mushrooms, but they hide. Move your fingers in the darkness of tiny rooms.
Because they are like jellyfish in the water easily and the black of night clubs is not going to wet. So I hunt, I hunt. In all corners. Until something I do not kiss the heart. And how sweet that quiet moment where the music is discovered, it gets as hot as in liqueur and cream malt. The low-bassoon mutter under other instruments, the guitar speaks, screams and the battery mimics the foam that comes to caress the sand without changing it. And then maybe get a plan, but only if it is a poem of pearls falling from the hands into an island of silence.

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omar_spes @ 2008-09-03T20: 52:00

I'm reaching the limit.
job too much.
But I can not stop. Actually I
Paice what I do.
are ambitious.
And now I have even included an activity that concerns the ICT Group of the European HR department. There
agggiorniamo conference call each week to the French.
2-3 hours a day conference in English.
Nor were a manager.
But I need to sleep.
I really need sleep.
...