Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Edu Science Reflector 600x Telescope

Another way, another

Another year goes by, a cycle , disappearances, newcomers, events, fears, laughter, tears, hopes shattered, grieving sentences, beliefs broken, stories created, others destroyed, roads crossed paths crossed, cities transformed a changing world.

This season, I saw my hand with a bitter taste that makes my task legendary optimism, optimism sometimes disturbing words of one friend, people do not like those who see life differently but this vision is not as clear in these times, is not as pink as smooth and clear, especially when it is a start, and starting in oneself is a loss, calamity, a lack that will never be filled.

This year has been mouthful of departures, many thousands of old, as they are calls in other languages, these old people who enrich the world with their presence, and when these storytellers, these witnesses of past go, you feel the blow oneself older, a little more helpless, more vulnerable, can no longer rely on the advice of those who have learned to face the destiny and live with.

this year had also witnessed another kind of farewell, when it leaves people with whom we shared a long life, which saw more than his family, we knew secrets, who was appeased pain, relieving suffering, and with whom we have laughed in bursts because life wants follows a different path, we changed course, and then each reunion revives memories, anecdotes, snippets of life properly shared.

And as is customary, because now it is a custom, another type of departure is necessary for itself, people in whom you bet all your confidence with which you are building sandcastles, and have gone much faster, even before his imaginary castles will take shape in the head, and you tell me the better, but who knows in the end ... I saw

love we thought indestructible and melt s' fly in the twinkling of an eye, suddenly it makes you reconsider your idea this whole concept, would it be imaginary? Should we believe it has made its way and it is part of an era that no longer exists? Should we store it in a drawer at the back of his head?
In this year I met several new people, new ways of thinking, seeing things, I saw people lost sight of, and I appreciated the surprise to discover that they are not the same , they bring you a new vision of them, but the memory related to you some time is still there, suddenly you feel closer.

I decided to bury my watercolor vision of life without compromising my colors, and then yes I can not stop believing that the property exists in this world, even receiving nothing, nothing to win, there will always help, give, there will always be those who're essential for other , which in a few moments you can illuminate their world, with simple strokes, you can make them still believe in the beauty of life, a life made beautiful by, but there is this mist that the striker, a mist that will eventually dissipate, maybe.

But my dreams with open eyes to persist, and I'm sure I'm not the only one to share them, inspires me to always believe, to cling to positivism, to mock derision of fate to smile no matter the circumstances and substitute, because life would not it finally a sequence of substitutions, we bury it hurts us, we replace by the rich, it's better than staying inert and watch others move forward and meet at the end tt alone.

This year I find myself clinging to my imaginary scale, yet, I have mounted the stairs, I saw the gap may be far, I said good because I can still see the blur, but hope is there.
I want to tell my family and my friends I love you, we tell them enough, I would also like to thank these virtual characters notes are now part of everyday life, with whom we interact and we send each other and this imaginary kiss, without seeing them, feel them, touch them, something she never believed could happen, new means of communication we are faced with extraordinary characters that may be the screen hides their flaws but the moment of conversation and sharing a few moments make them very valuable.

For next year I expect a lot of newcomers, many small things that will come into the world and that I already know without them, I expect that God grants wishes, my wishes, yours, and those who are most in need, and then to all the walls that exist, that apart, that separate and document the cruelty of men disappear.

2010 is year round, may-be such as generous, loving and tender as it looks, I wish you all a Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Changing Wet Goodnites

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is when the snow crunches under our feet, when the lights the daily flood our city as we strive to not see redundant. There by the land so exhilarating time of year? My mind is like a slight tendency to m'éprend banter. Silent nights, hot wine, sanctity of the stars; tournoyons together and in unison we now enchant the gifts. The reality is born the dream. The dream is fantasy.

When the snow settles, romance weary. Reminiscences of slippery sidewalks on which I had to hold up the walls ... And kisses winter give birth in the streets, they leave me cold. The heart is a drum that goes out, and moaning. Exhale the smoke mingles with the steam I am. How funny, do not you think? Being there comes, by the darkened streets of my small intestine, find me in this infernal city as a prisoner of an endless labyrinth. A Jekyll into Hyde, two minds in one body diverge. And I try, I'm struggling against that? against what? Why? Mary, I'm afraid ... I mean Children sing, listen to their jingle bell angels: so many sounds are in me further echoes the cry and ice from the last tear. I'll pass this

first Christmas of our lives to the order of things, since it must be. I'll go drink our love infirm. This is when the snow crunches under my feet, pile up in a wave that comes back to me deleterious condition of my cage of ivory. The best show and offered to place under my eyes from alienated spectator, life embraces the fall, but I think the winter, my life, I imagine, must have some banned Christmas, far from this dead city far from everything, far from here. And far from me.


Journal , Sebastian Asran Zala Charles

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Monday, December 7, 2009

2d Driving Simulator Online 2010

The meeting


fragrance smell spirits soared
diverted

Soul Senses awake drunk

A shadow
Sweet disorder
Quiet, slow, sober
Leaver suspicion of a cave

Looking
Discreet hidden
Fast, intimidated
Then piercing determined

A smile
Happiness, joy, ecstasy
Round of love, emotion
Spring in winter dish

not
A Light in the early, uncertain Then
safe, accurate , feline

The meeting
Unexpected, undetected
came when we waited longer for his fallen
Abandoned
Farewell Farewell

And welcome to
moments when I did leave more eye

Friday, December 4, 2009

Hairstyle For Grecian Dress

7élma

N9oulou dima haka Alech él7élma s3iba
Tohréb email wé7éd ki tirét élkhotifa
N7obbouha to93od, tonfor ménna
N7ébouha tashar, tohrob 3alina

Aléch enti hakka yé dénya s3iba
T9ayém mél noum élli 7yétou kémla té3éb
Té7érm mén ghamthét él3in élté3éss
Ou taséhér ala ra7ét akél taghi
éli 3aféss fik,fi rou7ou ou fi 3bédék

aléch wé7éd ménhom i7al 3inih khayéf
mé ya3réfchi kén béch ikamél nharou
mé ya3réfchi chnoua ékhrét 7alou
yokhroj khater el d9ayé9 lézémha tét3adda
ya3adi youmou khatér yélzém youfa, barka yét3adda

aléch nhar kémél nésm3ou Kén faddit
9la9t, mé 3andi mé na3mal, 3ayiit
Nraou fiha ka7la ou hiya 3ala kol loun yé krima
Wé9fin ou n7ébouha tji li idina
nbéghthouha wa9télli mé ta3tina

aléch mé nésn3ouch 7lémtna bi idina
mé némchiwélhéch bsé9ina
mé n7élouléhéch bibénna
kolna na3rfou élli 7lmét 3morna, s3iba
amma Téstanna fina
7atta lwa9téch no93dou mkatfin idina

On dit toujours que le rêve est difficile
Suit l’envol d’une hirondelle
away when he still wants
asleep when you want it wakes

why are you so hard, you wake up in the life

poor helpless you can not sleep the dizzy
you watch over Rest of the oppressor
who take thee, thou and thy children t'opprime

why one of them opens his eyes with fear
do not know if its day eventually
knows what his day will
fate because the minutes must pass
day must end at some point

why we keep hearing I'm sick I'm bored
, I feel the void, I do not know or I'll
we believe it is black when all colors
we 'stop and she would only find his way
the mistake when she tries to fill us

why do not we build our dream
even we do not seek him
do not open our doors
each of us knows that somewhere, waiting for his dream
but for how long it will wait without moving