BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

Finally I have gone to the surgeon this evening, my friend insisted that he should visit its doctor where she was taken control of prosthesis mammary that made her more slender ….
He comments to me on the possibility that they should do the intervention to me here, that she is working with a surgeon who has five years of experience in Brazil, the cradle of the esthetics. So they have quoted me for Friday, he will be the second surgeon who sees me … since I was already in Beltvitge, where I visit other that discarded the expansores and the prosthesis it would suck. Here more information. He advises me reconstruction with tatters, for the skin burned in the radiotherapy.Aquí mas información. Me aconseja reconstrucción con colgajos, por la piel quemada en la radioterapia.
I had always longed some for prosthesis and at least to look like a teenager with its two good nipples.

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Moon that you direct my time my space
And your craters are the sculpted suffering
In your body.

Beautiful and harmonious silver light
From the space you watch me
And you venerate.

Poetical moon of the dawn
As diamond in brute
Your body is foreseen in the night
As divine sphinx.

You drink from the waters of my spring
That you enrich with your mysterious crying
That you spill like snow flakes.

You foresee my melodic state that

Jealous you emerge before the look

You are not a female not male, not ethereal

I did not even sublimate immortally.

Loving is to feel that you are aggrieved
Loving is to allow you to be happy although it is not with me.
Loving is to wait for you in the time, to wish you this happiness that you already do not feel with me.
Loving is, not to forget that I love you, to remain next to you and to give you my support shoulder.
To fix my look in yours, although you do not look already at me.
Loving is to make me happy of your happiness, to feel your pain, to kiss your tears.
Loving is to allow you to go, love is to forget that I do not matter already for you.
Loved mine, to love you is not to forget that we love each other.
Although the years happen I will never love you like anybody I love you.
When you believe that you are alone, I love you
When it dawns and it is cold I will be warming you
When the winter should go away I will be waiting for you in August
I will always be next to you because you are my love my sweet love.

My friend, my bosom friend. You kiero, you know that I am next to you although it it does not seem, in the distance I venerate you, learn with you.

The force, the astonishment and the anger, not to the apathy!!
No! to the sadness, together we will do the trip, together we will win, will go out of this darkness, will fly to the wind, the air will rub our cheeks.
The light will light our way, we will enjoy the pulp of the life.
We will savor forgotten feelings, while others worry about banal things you and I we will travel to the deepest of our being, to meet again.
The warm morning, the rubbing of the water in our face, the ground coffee, its sweet aroma of hearth, the wet firewood, the cut grass.
The shade of the sun, the cold street, the exhausted oldster.
The sad look of a destitute person, the wrinkled newspaper, the mask of iron, the dewdrops.
The smell of incense, the newborn baby, the prohibited love.
The broken moons, the covered with snow mountains, the face of a child crying, and an infinite way that the peregrinaje drives to us on the sly for the footpath, drinking the moments, our moments, my friend, I love you.