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Ojos Cerrados
07.29.06 (7:28 pm)   [edit]
Te dedique el primer pensamiento de mi día,
Te mande un beso y cerré los ojos…
Que el Señor ilumine tu camino,
Tu beso me cobije y tu recuerdo me arranque un suspiro.
Me gustaría ceñirte contra mi seno y
Que sientas el palpitar de mi corazón,
Que notes cómo me intimidas,
Cuántas sensaciones causas en mí ser,
Cómo es que causas estupor,
Así como sonrojas en este humilde servidor.
Acércate, no temas,
Acércate solo un poco, de favor,
Toma mi mano,
Siente como en mi pecho parece que quiere salirse mi corazón,
Siente cómo siento,
Siente cómo se acelera mi ser,
Siente cómo se pone nervioso de saber cuan cerca estás de él.
Deseo robarte un beso,
Sacarte de mi recuerdo y
Hundirte en mi pasión,
Poder sentirme vivo,
Dejar que lata mi corazón.
Bendíceme con tu aliento,
Alégrame rocío bendito,
Ven a mí cada mañana, Ven a cada momento a mi mente,
Sé parte de mi vida,
Lléname de ilusión.
Miro a tus ojos y te creo,
Te miro con ingenuidad, con amor,
Con melancolía y hasta con llanto,
Encuentro en ti un raro misticismo,
Uno que jamás me había sorprendido,
Tengo que reconocer, tengo que aceptar,
Jamás me había sentido tan sorprendido,
No me había sentido tan intimidado como me siento hoy.
Con los ojos cerrados te miro una y otra vez,
Aprendo a apreciar tu aroma,
Aprendo a apreciar tu verdadera belleza,
Esa no que se aprecia a simple vista,
Sino aquella que se aprecia sólo con la luz de esa Luna,
Tan tierna e inerte,
Tan dulce y salvajemente hermosa.
Tu beso me hace elevarme al cielo,
Tu caricia gritar de alegría,
Tu mirada sentirme vivo,
Déjame decirte querida,
Te amo más cada día.
Entre besos y sonrojos,
Entre arrojos y despojos,
Entre alegrías y melancolías,
Entre misterios e ironías,
Sólo me resta decirte, es el día,
El Sol iluminó tu faz, acarició mi vida,
Me dio un regalo, en medio de esta fantasía,
Me dio el regalo de encontrarte en medio de este día.
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;   &nbs p;     ;         & nbsp;
--Ernesto Delgado
 
Smile
07.22.06 (11:47 am)   [edit]
¨A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside."

:)

~ Denis Waitley ~
 
Nude Blind
07.05.06 (7:51 pm)   [edit]

How do you spot a blind man at a nudist beach?

It´s not hard.

 
What cuss words really mean
07.01.06 (8:38 pm)   [edit]
The mom calls the husband a "bastard"

and then the dad calls the wife a "bitch"



and billy goes to his mom and says "mom what's a bitch and a bastard?"

and the mom says "well, a bitch is a lady and a bastard is a gentlemen"




and then later billy goes outside and hears his neighbors, and hears "Put your penis in my vagina!"


So Billy goes to his mom and says "mom whats a penis and vagina?"



His moms says "Well Billy, a penis is a hat and a vagina is a coat"

and then later billy sees his dad shaving and cuts himself and says "Shit"


and billy said "Dad, whats shit"

And then his dad says
"Well billy, Shit is a type of Shaving cream "


and then billy goes to see his mom cutting the turkey and his mom cuts her finger and says "fuck!"


and then billy says to his mom"Mom whats fuck?"

"Well billy fuck is a way of cutting the turkey"


and Then later the guests arrive and billy goes to them and says


"Hello bitchs and bastards, may i take your penis's and vaginas,
my dad's upstairs wipeing the shit of his face, and my mom is fucking the Turkey"

[wow]

Post This




1 hour- You'll have bad sex





20 min - Your crush will kiss you




15min - Your crush will tongue you




5-10 min - Your crush will ask you out



under 2 min - You will stay with your crush forever
repost this as "what cuss words really mean"
 
Marco Tulio Ciceron
07.01.06 (8:29 pm)   [edit]

De hombres es equivocarse; de locos persistir en el error...

Translation made by moi:

Of men is to err; of madmen to persist on the error...

 
Couch Potato
06.23.06 (8:51 pm)   [edit]
[wacko] Wow!

On the 11th of August of 2004, Gayle Laverk Grinds, a Floridian, died at the age of 40.

What´s so special about this?

This woman was a 4´10¨, 480 pound woman who died of couch potatoness. Yes that´s right!

Her brother called 911 reporting that Gayle had problems breathing. Pardo the pun, but that was the last of her problems.

The authorities got there, ready to help and were shoked at what they found. The walls covered with feces, trash was everywhere, and all the furniture was turned over. They even had to gear protective gear to get into the stench that was her home. (Problem breathing)? In the middle of all this was Gayle, sitting on her long time companion, the couch.

After six never-ending hours of getting her off the couch or at least out of her house, the fire department houled her out, couch and all on a pick up truck.

Gayle had been sitting there since 1998! Literaly! She hadn´t gotten up since then, not even to go to the bathroom! The fabric of the sofa had grown together and fused with her skin. (Was she sitting on it naked)?

This guy that lived with her and pledged to be her husband said he had tried to get her off the couch but couldn´t manage for six years? Her sister, who often cooked for her and cleaned her, siad she found nothing wrong with her lifestyle! Her niece and nephew, who were often there, were nowhere to be found. The neighbors had often seen the ¨husband¨ and some children, but never knew of Gayle´s excistance. 

Gayle died shortly after arriving to the hospital, still attached to her couch. [wacko]
 
Do With Me
06.22.06 (5:40 pm)   [edit]
[inlove] If you had me alone... locked up in your room for 24 hours & we could do whatever you wanted what would you do with me?

Don´t ell me in my INBOX... cuz it's not a secret... then repost this in your bulletin... you might be surprised with the responses you get. They could make you laugh or even smile. If you don't repost this you are a coward. Repost it saying, "What would u do with me.." [wub]
 
Do you smell that? [life]
06.19.06 (1:18 pm)   [edit]
I just posted this for you. 
Do You Smell That?

At the end of this story, it gives you two options. I think you will figure out what option I chose.

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.

Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.

That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Caesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.
Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.


"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could.

"There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.

She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

"No! No!" was all Diana could say.

She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.

But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.

Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.
But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.

As always, Dana was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"

Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."

Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"

Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain."

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him.

It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.

Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing the family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other people catch the chills like you did, or you can delete this and act like it didn't touch your heart like it did mine.

IT'S YOUR CALL!

"I can do all things in Him who strengthens me."

This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He asked: "My child, what is your greatest wish for today?" I responded:

"Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much" The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end.

This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true.
ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS.

Pass this on to your true friends. Something good will happen to you at 11:00 in the morning; something that you have been waiting to hear. This is not a joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you about something that you were waiting to hear.

Do not break this prayer; send it to a minimum of 5 people.
May I add that I am not advertising religion but merely passing something on that awakened my faith, even if those out there dont believe in this story, without truly seeing the hope and faith wraped all over it. You are welcome to post it wherever.
 
Lettuce and Tomato Action
06.13.06 (7:16 pm)   [edit]
This couple is about to bang each other but the guy´s roomate is sleeping in the bottom of the bunkbed while the couple is trying to do it on the top.

To throw the roomate off from what they are doing the couple uses clues to tell each other what they want. Lettuce is for faster and tomato is for changing position.

So they start going at it: ¨Lettuce Lettuce¨ ¨Tomato Letuce Tomato Lettuce Lettuce¨ Lettuce Lettuce Tomato Tomato Lettuce Letuuce...¨

And suddenly:
¨You guys, stop making sandwiches up there, you´re getting mayo all over my face.¨
 
Vulture I am.
06.12.06 (6:04 pm)   [edit]
I have to do this volunteer stuff for school and it sucks. Working for no money is cool with me and all (or at least it would be if I had a little cash, ond not drop dead poor), but we also have to get stuff signed, a little critique/review filled, and pictures to prove stuff.

Hell no. Pictures? I´m working at the organ donation sector down at the hospital, at the social department. That means that I walk around all floors, pediatry, emergencies, the old folks floor, maternity... My job is to walk around and check who could be a donor so that when they pass away the organs can be secured as soon as possible so that they can be transplanted to someone else.

That is, I am the vulture, swarming around the dying so I can dig in at their roting state and claim the useful flesh. I am a vulture, and i have to take pictures of it. i have to take pictures of me next to the dying and sick to get credit, while this people struggle to stay alive.

I am a vulture, I always have been. And now I have found my calling.

PS: Any suggestions on the pic. problem.Undecided
 
Tiziano Ferro
06.06.06 (9:42 pm)   [edit]

And the dumbest minute of the moment goes to: *drumroll* Tiziano Ferro. How stupid can he be to announce that the women in an entire country, the country he is going to tour and depend on to earn a living, are ugly; ugly and aware of it. not only that but that they have facial hair, you know how hard women fight against that? And I know for a fact that Mexico is not the only region suporting Nair.

I was extremly surprised to find that someone could have so little mental activity and still be able to function. He ruined his entire carrer, at least in Mexico, in less than half a minute. Yet, as a pure breed Mexican female, i stand here and wonder why I am not offended, surprised at the lack of judgment for this rather moronic fellow, but not offended in the least.

Warning: What seems like defending is purely an opinion after much pondering.

He didn´t say that Mexican women were ugly, he said that they were not the preatiest, although the facial hair is offensive, sine it is not like it is a choice, or in my opinion, a problem for me to feel any attraction. He is an idiot, that cannot be argued, so why should the words of an idiot bother us? Beautiful women are everywhere as far as I´m conserned, and any human smarter than a rock will agree. Not everyone is a perfect maniquin and I am very glad of that. Besides, who is he to judge? He has a malformed playdoe block for a head with an increasing forehead of baldness, differences andflaws are beautiful, but he isn´t! Didn´t anyone tell him that beauty is on the inside, or did people just avoid the subject around him because he is full of poo? Should we not care only about the inside? Personally, I don´t think he likes women very much, of Mexico or any other country for that matter. Someone who does would certainly be aware of the ravishing women, anywhere. Plus, I´m sorry to top this off, nut the apology is not going to work. The whole time he asks for forgiveness he is tilting his head forward, eyes fixed on the floor. Is it because it is a sign of repenting, or could it be that he cannot make eye contact because every word ozzes with puss and lies? I´ll take the second, just as everyone should. The fact that he thinks he can make everything better with his magic wand angers me more than his idiotic statement. *And setting Salma Hayek as an example of beauty? A malnourished, boobless morf-rat? Yeah, he´s gay and tasteless: Er here, the rarest breed and the only one of its kind known to man-kind.*

Because no one but a few had known him before, the statement might have made him the anti-Mexican, but also know to the entire country. Is the statement of ¨There is no such thing as bad propaganda¨ true? i know that it launched me to learn more, although I know for sure that on top of being a total idiot he has nothing special in the singing business.

Here is the place where I saw the interview video where dearest ferro sunk his head into the puke-bucket. It´s a fast check (18 sec.) but it is certainly a slam dunk.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrGGTvTvUUE&a mp" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrGGTvTvUUE&a mp" target="_blank"http://www.youtube.com/watch?...;search=tiziano%20ferro