Friday, November 27, 2009

Why Am I Constantly Getting Thrush




I've always wondered how do you go to heaven ... now I'm looking for something that takes me away from here .. I'm tired of asking you to be a father to be at least at times when he needs you ...
A child needs attention, needs to grow with you, he need you to sit with him looking at his books, watching his beautiful drawings, which read out its tasks and rewards him, he needs to hear from you close to hug ... to talk, he needs to play laughing and joking in a manner different from how it does it with me and a child in need of socks, underwear, shoes and clothes you need to understand when things grow and change since they are not more ... I find myself
to ask you where you've been in all these things .. There was never, and still not be ... there was not even on his first day in elementary school!
I know you will be hard when you try to finally be a father and he did not recognize you more ... it is already happening ... and I can not do anything but continue to be a spectator of this and add your stupidity more anger inside of me ... while recognizing that anger is seriously detrimental my health!
How many wonderful things for your child you're lost in your eternal absence ...
"left all is lost!" How true is this saying ...

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Games Orange Shark Ar Login

Mother


"I do not remember my mother.
Only .. suddenly, for no reason,
feel in the game, as if someone spoke to me

ear ... No doubt it is my mother me "
R. Tagore

November, the first scent of roasted chestnuts ... need to walk under heavy rain, step on the leaves and do not stop, do not stop and leave no room for these sad thoughts that crowd my mind, it do not stop to feel the pain vacuum I you left ...
Way, and everywhere I go I look for your shadow, I seek your silver hair, try your perfume ... and my footsteps lead me there, where once even your footsteps have traveled that road, where once I shook his hand and take me with you to follow the Novena of Grace ...
Your steps and my feet ... how many road pieces together the facts ...
miss you so much, but especially this month that ties me to you more than any other time ... and I would like to have you, hold you tight and fall asleep in your warm embrace