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It is available in the section to Lower Files the finished history of our collaborator LilithBlack, “The ways crossing or as my soul was done blues”.
It is a lively, original history and that was not making you indifferent when you stop reading it.
Thank you RBK, for your disinterested contribution to this one your Blog.
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barrannnnnnnnnnnnn teterooooooooooooooooo. I see all the love and simultaneously he suffers in the poetry of some persons who write. He would say you to them … if it is as well as you see the life, ooohhh that suffers, seriously it is not worth while, the life is like the clock that turns and without knowing why, only it is known by the one that looks inside and says pain basting and basting of so much humiliation my sphere is soft my fixed numbers but what it makes walk makes sense, this way it is your heart as the clock at that you do not look and it breaks of every blow, and your heart like the machinery that if you do not give rope does not give life, this way I see some persons, pardon for one lasts it is as I feel. Sweep lately my poetry there are rims that's why I do not write, for not offending, excuse me you for date of me a little as I promised you. A ellas les diría… si es así como ves la vida, ooohhh que pena, en serio no vale la pena, la vida es como el reloj que da vueltas y sin saber por que, solo lo sabe el que mira dentro y dice basta de dolor y basta de tanta humillación mi esfera es blanda mis números fijos pero lo que hace andar tiene sentido, así es tu corazón como el reloj que no miras y se rompe de cada golpe, y tu corazón como la maquinaria que si no das cuerda no da vida, así veo yo a algunas personas, perdón por se dura es como siento. Barran últimamente mis poesías son bordes por eso no escribo, por no ofender, perdóname tu por no date de mi un poco como te prometí.
Panterita gupaaaaa, I also you terooo.
Do not worry, there will go out already for you these beautiful thoughts that you take in the heart and you will make us happy again.
I hope that it should be prompt.
a big kiss.