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Tears of Blood is a condensate between the word in the heart of smelling sand, dust and micro-sealed Spirit is afraid to tie him down.
- Akiba quotations

diary written text is still rolled with diffuse pain and suffering, it is the temperature of condensate in the bottom of my heart is still fresh and slammed. The dream is still raving chaos bear out War and worry, it is still engraved in the neglected cemetery inscriptions of the solemn and calm. Do not think how long you go, do not think how far you leave. That is love, the sea in distant blue one another. So it is not love, stick with you my soul a home.
a person's loneliness is midnight in the scattered thoughts of the carnival. A person's carnival is a day where the entanglement of disorderly drunk alcoholic. Edge done, love if Mi Chang, feeling unfulfilled, Italy seems stacked Crest. And go, and stop, and railings.
Why you and I look on as the moment in the moment, people say, that is the edge. Why is the distance between you and me across a thousand mountains, Buddha, that is Zen.
not remember how many times as you stroke from long hair, can not remember how many times the clothes for my order. Jun Yan frowns crazy smile [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], graceful dancing half drunk Qing Huan, hide their faces light peach Spring, exquisitely carved concept roots. Light even move, put Liu, the sweet pity [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], staring eyes. Huan count on every move she makes a show of hands, charm do not love to go, silent horizon far apart, who will wine Partridge days, but it is a dream intoxicated.
-ri with poetry, poetry folder Fu, Fu given a life reel, there are not gluttonous tragic. Knowing the ups and so, knowing that the subtle language. But even in the step out of the dust were thousands and thousands of mud. Who gave who desire, who gave who struggle.
Every day I wake up from the dark, listening to a Fine more years. Every day, I will wait for a ray of morning sun, watching the reflected rays to transparent and brilliant. Concert experience with no dialogue, no one else touched the romantic.
What is love, love, that is, each one horizon never, never!
stay together, not love, is just masochistic Gouyan together, among themselves!
you said, love, since the decay is no longer meet each other, why not let the moment has sealed.
you said, the situation, since deserted phase glimpse of you and I face, why should one want to rip the heart and then recover.
go, go completely, but no, that is, eternal life but not!
perhaps the only way to love is the refined. Perhaps the only way love can so openly.
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people ask why I did so love is so persistent, the sad moment in the life of every moment. Was also asked, and happiness is the source of life, why not enjoy the simple life.
In fact, you just lost a symbol memory, yet the pain of life in this landfill. Heart of worship or a sad, piercing voice of the soul, and the symbol smile. Therapy of words but so solemn imprisoned, together with the wild symbol. Mottled foliage, the further away in the wind, and pay homage.
Some people look on the stolen words [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], perhaps some people pointing to itself for salvation. Do not think, understand, every word blood, with the cadence. Do not think, understand that sound of tears, weeping with the flow of guests. That is because the soul clean, simple white empty room.
loved, informed weight, drunk, wine known concentration. Care about, just a moment the moment. The same bleak, as the tragic. Huan proud words of life, wine Rinpu more years. Old now, still in the grip of your heart, the warrior old age, still must seventh heaven for love to sing.
position has been for me the central Gyatso prelude Krishnamurti upset sigh for me.
my goddess, my immortal poem!
universe Lang Lang, its intoxicated, as yell. Missing romantic and making a fuss of lingering. Has given me endless moved, inexhaustible inspiration. Clouds to the earth as a paper document, to express a clear shaking ZZZZZZZZZ like to make your dancing more and more bright, so my heart is no longer confused.
so, love Barbara, meaning thick, Claustrophobia, fog, non-fog, the noise is Hekan.
edge done, feeling unfulfilled, love if Mi Chang, past more years!