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Sometimes we wonder and wander about a lot of things. Its normal. Sometimes we know something is wrong and even thought we do not fear to changes (sometimes), in a deepest place of our souls we know our time is over, and you need to go. Go to other place. You cannot stay. You know that you already did what you can. Well If you know How its feel, if you really know Of what I speak of Please let me Know.
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| Wisdom of the lost Friendship |
[08 Jan 2007|06:21pm] |
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Today thought lost my family. My best to friends. My only tow friends. I'm don't know how start and when, but I am going straight to hell (my friendship). I know you may not understand, but if you have someone, someone that you love, that is your best-friend. Let me tell you this , never give up. If you now that they can and would loose everything for you an you for them, never never let them go. Let them know how important they're. And HOW YOU LOVE THEM.
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[19 Oct 2006|02:36pm] |
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Today is a new day,
a new opportunity for happiness;
unspoken things that need to be told.
Today I woke up;
And I will not miss a chance to live.
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| This is just a Thought not a poem. |
[06 Oct 2006|08:44pm] |
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You are my light
The night is cold,
But my hart is warm.
I’ve seen the light
At the endless night.
But I’ll show you the light
To see the true.
Hear me now.
I love thee,
I’ll warm you hart.
A forbidden love
I speak of.
But you and I will see the light.
And our harts will warm,
And together we’ll live
For evermore in this endless night,
In a light that will keep us warm and save.
EdwardXavier
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| Alma sin Conzuelo |
[19 Sep 2006|05:06pm] |
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This is a Poem That I just wrote, in in spanish but I'll make a traduction soon.
Mares de Lamentos,
Alma sin Conzuelo
Solo deramo una lagrim,
Como señal e tristeza,
A ver si alguien al verla
Reconoce mi pena.
Solo una lagrima diaria
Y nadie sin verla;
Agotar la felicidad en mares de Cristal.
Mi sangre transmuta,
Se canvierte en tivia agua salada,
Que en grandes vacios
se escuren por mi cara.
Pido ayuda en la noche del día,
Donde todos me oyen y nadie me escucha.
Mi alma en lamento,
Mi vida en tormento.
Busco respuestas al espanto
Para encontrar conzuelo,
Pero no encuentro ni un alma
que escuche mis lamentos.
Aunqeu es de día veo la noche,
estrellas altas queno alcanzo.
Una sonrisa en ellas no hallo;
Mientras mi corazon muere
En mares de espantos lamentos.
Aun sigo esperando por un alma
qeu me ayude alcanzar
mi estrella en el firmamento.
Por (by)
Tempus_Magister
Edward Xavier Torres Lopez
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| It is so True |
[14 Sep 2006|12:44pm] |
Sagittarius Man
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Heterosexual
In anything, the Sag male seems to surrender his own pleasure for the sake of increasing that of his partner. If anybody is going to have a mirror on his ceiling, its the Archer. Even when in the extreme throes of sexual rapture, his partner might sense that Sag is somehow in the role of observer, sometimes wearing an almost voyeuristic smile, no matter how active a part he is obviously taking in the procuring of her pleasure. He is notorious for climbing all over a woman, often to climactic results. He is random in his sexual manner – everything goes everywhere, with no predicting where his fingers, tounge or penis might next align. Typically, he's a legs and ass man, a woman's tits sometimes generating little more excitement than his own. He relishes seeing his lover reach beyond set sexual limits, in hope she'll eventually beg him to do something she had originally considered outrageous. He can be so addicted to sex, an activity in which there is always a new act to encounter and an ever increasing opportunity to let down ones guard. Sag likes sex to be long on time, cool on tone, but always with a twist: He is, quite simply, kinky by nature. He is mixy matchy in both temperament and sexual behaviour – a quality that may manifest as a simple swapping of undies with his lover or progress more elaborately to role reversal, swinging or full on group sex.
Straight turn-ons: Tall females, blonds, Scandinavians, flight attendants, (passive) erotic massage, married women, anonymity, verbal action, role-reversal, pantyhose, nylons, pansexuality, onanism, m-m-f threesomes, spit-roasting, tag-teaming, foursomes, swapping, bisexuality, homoeroticism, orgies, hedonism, exhibitionism, (passive) worship, outdoor sex, public sex, leopard skin, wild-woman fantasies, hunting/capture games, gigolo role-play, drugs, asphyxiation
Homosexual
From adolescence, Saggitarius inhabits a testosterone- themed world, being the consummate rough and tumble boy thrusting himself headlong into masculine experience. As a boy, he forms infamous crushes on older mates, greatfully playing batboy or other such subtly insinuating roles where his hero worship can be put put to constructive use. Like his straight counterpart, the gay Centaur pushes a lover to the limits, and his attraction to docile, demure, if not obviously straitlaced lads is where this grand fantasy begins. His combined romantic and sexual needs are complex: Like a wild stallion for whom the presence of geldings is a calming influence, a pretty, submissive fellow tends to soothe his soul, while other aggressive types like himself pose a challenge, firing him up, a dynamic best reserved for Sag's sporting or other physical endeavors. Perfect sex, to the Sagittarian mind, should always involve him being considered “too much”. Taking a lover to the limit might include exposing him to the more “out there” world of gay life, bringing him on excursions through the feral landscape of group parties and after hour clubs, perhaps inviting another dominant character to fully explore, if not exploit, is lover's ever-expanding submissive side. Relationships, and indeed sex itself, with the Sagittarian male are, in effect, one big, long trust exercise.
Gay turn-ons: Bodybuilders, athletes, top on top, straight-male seduction, strong tights, musclebutts, groups, orgies, bisexuality, deliverymen, frat boys, preppies, military, uniforms, cops, firemen, (active) humiliation, jockstraps, sport kit, equestrian gear, foreigners, foreskin, buttplugs, (active) anal penetration, (passive) analingus, rough trade, wild, kink, hallucinogens, ecstacy, variety, multiple partners, toys, dildos, gadgets, rentboys, twinks |
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My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 99% on Sex |
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You scored higher than 99% on Starsign |
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[27 Aug 2006|06:46pm] |
 | You scored as Spike. You are the strait up you knew what I was type what did you expect. There maybey some surprise personality quirks you have. You try to control your emotions and sometimes fight so hard to deny them but when you do give into them you go all the way for what you want.
Spike | | 83% | Dracula | | 83% | Marius | | 75% | Blade | | 67% | Angel | | 67% | Armand | | 58% | Lestat | | 58% | Louis | | 25% | Deacon Frost | | 0% | Akasha | | 0% | </td>
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[25 Aug 2006|11:34pm] |
Las Niñas.
¿Sabes guardar un secreto? – le pregunto la pequeña Katherin a Virginia.
¿Por que me preguntas si sabes que somos amigas? ¿Acaso no confías en mí? – Le respondió Virginia.
¿Pero sabes guardar un secreto? ¿Un secreto por el que morirían? - Respondió Katherin. Su cara pálida y sin sonrisas, tétrica mirada, niña de 9 años. Su vestidito como siembre, hermoso, antiguo y algo desgarradito en las puntas.
¡Me estas asustando! ¡Sabes que no me gusta que me asusten! ¡Te lo he dicho miles de veces! Pero luego de tanto tiempo tú sigues con esas preguntas. Y… - no termino Virginia cuando a lo lejos…- Amor Baja, la cena- creyó oír a su nana. Y con la inocencia de una niña bajo sola las escaleras. Riendo y soñando a volar y en rosas; como cualquier niño, sin temor.
La niña sola, sola esta.
Bailando sola, sola bailando, en la oscuridad de la sala, junto al piano, junto al viejo piano. Pudiendo escuchar las notas desgastadas por el destiempo. Baila, Baila, Baila, OH Baila! Virginia baila al son de notas invisibles, vacías, sin alma y sin sentido. No la ven, nadie la ve, pero baila y las notas oye.
Katherin atrapada a los confines de una negra habitación. Llora, llora en mares de lamento. Solo las paredes la consuela, solo ellas la escullan. Juega, Juega, Juega, sola con su muñeca desgastada que ella solo ve. Sin poder salir. Tristeza eterna, tristeza de una niña sin nadie, confundida, sola, llorando y sin madre.
¿Sabes guardar un secreto? ¿Un Triste secreto? ¿Un secreto oscuro? Pregunto Katherin a su amiga.
¿Solo dímelo que me asustas?
¿Por que?
Solo dijo “¿por que?”. Un por que vació. Sin que las escullaran. Sin que las vieran, sin que las sintieran.
En la misma habitación una brisa fría entra por la ventanita y despierta a Victoria Del Sol. Asustadita abre sus ojitos pero no ve nada, solo oye el lamento del frió viento, fría brisa de muerte entrando por su ventanita. Viento triste, siembre triste, por las dos pequeñitas.
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Edward X. Torres López 9:51 22/agosto/2006
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| OH God! ODD |
[24 May 2006|01:01am] |
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Today i just though it was like all the days. bored and with the same problems that involve the sanity of my family.
But I was deadly wrong. The boyfriend of my mother did something that I just imagined in my worst nightmares. He try to kill my mother. We all were at house, my sister and I. It happened so fast. First he was holding her... well not holding, but strangle her. Then he let her and look for his gun at my mom's closet, the next thing I remember was we being at the guy next door and gave him the gun. then my uncles get here, then the police.... I'm in shock
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| CHARMED |
[21 May 2006|10:40pm] |
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I just saw the last episode of the Charmed. I LOVE IT. IT WAS AND IS THE BEST EPISODE OF ALL. I'M GLAD THAT THEY DID THAT WAY. I'LL BE TAKING ABOUT THIS EPISODE FOR A LONG TIME. GRAMS AND PETTY AND PIPER AS THE CHARMED ONES I LOVE IT. THEY DID THE BEST (I THING) THE VIEWERS WANTED. AT LEAST IS WHAT I WANTED AND WAYT AND CRIST ..... IT WAS AWESOME
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| MEMORIAS |
[28 Mar 2006|12:16pm] |
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Memorias del pasado
mortificando mi paso.
memorias crueles del tiempo
queriendo volver a presente
demonios que cazan
dmonios que matan
demonios del pasado
que destruyen la vida
mi corazon muere
la vida se me estingue
la luz me abandona
la oscuridad me recibe
Ya no soy nada
ya pase el destiempo
estoy en las sombras
una memoria del pasado.
un demonio en tus sombras.
POR TEMPUS_MAGISTER
ED
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[24 Mar 2006|05:14pm] |
Como todo se va como todo se orvida. Si, la peor muere el peor destino, perdido en el olvido y en la nada. Conel poder y sin el todo confuso todo difuso, todo tiene que ser asi.
Pasar a la nada a que todo se olvide a la peasdilla eternal del dolor de saber y dejas de ser dejas de temer y tener.
Todo es pasajero todo se va y nada prevalese, pero porque. Poreque la niebla por que el dolor por que la penas, en el olvido total.
Todo el poder todo la gracia y la elegancia todo se va y no vuelta atras. Vuelva… Jamas…, telo digo yo quien pase a ser solo un olvido. Un pasado difuso y confuso, todo dolor y pena… …todo maldad.
Vivid mientas buedas, gozad mientras tengas as el bien mientras el tiempo corra en las arenas de su reloj de vidrio.
Y haci podras….
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[11 Mar 2006|10:19am] |
| You Are 36% Evil | 
A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.
In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
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[09 Mar 2006|09:03pm] |
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???
porque estudiar, porque trabajar
Por que vivir si todo es ireal.
Si todo fuera mierda, polvo, nada.
Como amar sin saber?
Como vivir sin amor?
Pero todo es ireal.
Porque la sonrisa de un Niño nos conmueve,
si no existe, si no es deverdad.
Por que creer en nosotros?; si al final somos nada.
Como sentimos dolor?
Como sentimos?
Porque sentimos?
Por Tempus_magister
Ed.
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| My new son |
[04 Feb 2006|07:22pm] |
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I have a new son. It is a great friend. Is a Jack Russel Terriel And is lovely. His name is Rufus.
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