Thank Lord for this love :)

Is more than one month, one day, one life and one day to celebrate our love!
To you my love, thank you for all good moments provided by caring .. friendship .. attention and all the good you have done for me and for us.
I don't feel sufficiently empowered to express what my soul really wants you to convey, but one thing I know .. You didn't get in my life by ano accident, and if indeed God has a plan for us .. you can already start to believe that i like the idea, he has not learned to write right .. xP
I love you so much!
I may not be the woman of your dreams but I know that somehow I'm "someone" in your life, and be sure dat in mine you are the joystick ..
I hope I never disappoint you, not only as a woman .. a girlfriend, etc. ..
I love you and believe that you and I is not for tomorrow but, until that life may preach a game ^ ^

Blind Date |•

He received the call and was amazed because it had never before received an invitation from a girl for a blind date.They have talked to much, but had never met. (Social networking thing)
The place was well chosen, a corner was reserved in the best restaurants of the Hotel that exalted beauty.
And in the course of conversation, the hearts started beating differently .. And clueless exchanged caresses, almost surrendered to the pleasure in public.
Together they walked up to the parking lot and in the blink of an eye, the window was already tarnished .. kisses became deeper ..his hands traveled through her body wildly .. and when he found himself..his tongue was already elsewhere, and she moaned with pleasure to the crazy feeling (warm tongue between her legs) .. she wanted more and at the same time wanted him to penetrate .. The breathing became panting .. and he could not stand the heat .. penetrated her without mercy ..

Novos tempos .. Outros ventos!! |*| New times .. Other winds!

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O que o vento um dia levou .. não devolve.
O que tu foste para mim no passado, não é o retrato daquilo que hoje és para mim!
O que nos unia foi-se numa tempestade do meu doce Novembro ..clima calmo, apenas um vendaval pacífico para apagar algumas pegadas do passado.

Se quero voltar no tempo? Não!

Para mim o que ficou para trás, é arquivo confidencial, não deve ser remexido.
Foram bons os momentos, mas nao devem passar de lembranças. A verdade é que os tempos são outros, as pessoas mudam, tudo que um dia foi ... hoje não é!

Não que eu queira desfazer-me de ti, apenas mudaram os nossos ideiais e a nossa convivência jamais continuará na mesma poporção.

Novos tempos .. Outros ventos!!

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Whatever the wind loads, doesn't return.
What you were to me in the past, is no longer the picture of what you are to me now!
What united us was left in a storm of my Sweet November .. Calm weather, only a gale pacific, to delete some footprints of the past.

If I want to go back in time? No!

For me what was left behind, is confidential file, should not be stirred.
They were good times, but must not pass from memory. The truth is that times have changed, people change, everything that once was ... today is not!

Not that I want to get rid of you, but our ideals have changed, and our bond will never remain the same proportion.

New times .. Other winds!

Em Madrid, naveguei! |•| In Madrid I sailed

Nas ruas frias de Madrid ..lá eu velejava em direcção as mais tenebrosas ruínas da vasta cidade ..
Pensamentos obscuros ruiam-me os miolos a cada suspiro ..
Saudade!! Que outro sentimento tras guerra ao coração? ..Nenhum!
Era distante o que nos separava. Era difícil suportar, e mais uma vez o frio entrava em conflito com meu ser ...
..cada vez mais frias eram as ruas ..cada vez mais obscuros eram os meus pensamentos!
As luzes naquela imensidão não eram úteis para o meu coração , que estava detido nas entranhas do meu corpo cansado .. mas, eis que o mesmo na permitia que eu descansasse em paz.

3 da manhã e não consigo pregar o olho ..meu corpo não reage mais ..sinto frio e sinto saudades!


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In the cold streets of Madrid I sailed towards the darkest ruins of the vast city ..

The dark thoughts start to gnaw my brains out with every breath ..
Miss! What other causes war sentiment to heart? .. None.
What separated us was far and it was hard to bear, and once again the cold conflicted with my being ...
More cold the streets were... more obscure were my thoughts! The lights were not working in that immensity to my heart, which was held in the bowels of my tired body .. but, behold, it allowed me to rest in peace.

3 am and I can't sleep a wink .. my body does not react more .. feel cold and miss you!