He Touched My Boobies

lair!

sometimes happens be found, as if a huge hand We would gather.

time is reversed and there is fresh drinking water before you even realize they have a terrible thirst.

Often I was (rac) caught in this crash.

weeks ago I have found the colors of liquid watercolor donated by a special person, who, after having attended a meeting of insight into the symbol of the Tree, he put on paper his feeling: that design, the colors and that image is exactly the mirror of a thin quality that I would never have been able to represent more appropriately.

A few months ago, I have unearthed clear eyes of a young woman, who always runs together with a large white dog, gentle, and has a heart as big as the mountains of South America. His acumen has given me the nickname most fun I've ever had (no, not write it!).

After the gaze of the woman arrived, a gift from heaven, the words that a man has written with genuine love for the spiritual tradition of a place twelve thousand kilometers from his house. Among his words, resonated with other ome, encountered in my journey of Mendicant along an ancient road.

After looking after the words, came the eyes, incredibly clean, a group of very different, but all willing to get involved in the encounter between two spiritual traditions. Some have crossed borders to take part, some people have sought shelter, others have laboriously shelled by two full days duties, others have zipped commitments, to be present as possible.

Today I was, again, found from an image. This is a "marriage in perfect balance, "came as a gift, with the amazing synchronicity that has always characterized the exchanges with Belcari James, a brilliant author.


Thanks to those who have unearthed over the years in the most curious, through or in spite of the strangest coincidences that life has put on the map.

Infection In The Navel

at Bologna was stolen from me this necklace made with great effort and much material

so if you see someone's neck, I remember that I created and that the wearer is not worthy!

Loredana

Canada .50 Desert Eagle

thirty-seven

I found myself thinking about her.
happens to me, of course, but yesterday was different.
I came across his body to light years later (or a moment later) their breathing is off on mine.
yesterday I came to think of it, and there was no nostalgia.
with gratitude, I thought.
for the effort made in carrying.
for that kind of struggle that inevitably brings to bear.
yesterday, I thought without any feeling of deficiency, yesterday, I thought the full, receipt for everything and especially for those hours spent together, to be born.