Monday, December 28, 2009

Warrior Cats Names 1500

225. Jitanjafora (with j, p, k, l)
















pictures Vladimir Kush was born in 1965 in Moscow, is a surrealist painter that defines his art as metaphorical realism.



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Jacundo worn me Jusco

jiguenjena brings jenarembe
and dance ojonjusca ajonjel with
selajefu is a sonajembe

laughs and Arraj rejiluzca
not look at me or a vejestembe
never let me parejerusca
must be a fuselembe.



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Image of Vladimir Kush










I grieve for the approach
Parsley's trousseau

no suffix of that minstrel nun.


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; Pitoka Pimpa kompitas
kopa toka poka pika Potiker
krepetapo Pakita
poko pekepika koko.


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Camicaje, Rataje, massage
in
mordujería
message is not Aliens only


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sesame At night the red
joronguera sonají
to the sound of the jeringuera
aterrijonta


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Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 12/14/2009

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Community Service Tamplet Letter

224.
















Oil
Osvaldo Álvarez Raúl



The steeple of the church,
is a sleight of sleight of hand, out of his campaign

a flock of pigeons.

In "Landscape Breton turning Oliver (1861-1967)





GLOSA


Trimmed in blue freesias rests in the roundabout
southern
the church steeple.

is a sleight sleight
when doves fly them

take my dream and my desire to catch your scent.

Get your hood

sounds that have echoes of that distant post holes
with only memories.

In my heart flutters,

woodworm eats me and disappears into a flock
dunce pigeons.



Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 10/12/2009

Sunday, November 22, 2009

How Many Calories Are In A Naturals Bag

church steeple 223. WHY IS EXILE THE BIRDS?



Image: Aleksander NykoLai . subtle imagination - http://klimtbalan.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/9424/




Why
exile birds and empty my heart?

is embedded in the sky, solitude

sail in the turquoise sea

scales sprout them in the mirror of time.


I never resign to the edge of silence.
do not know if I can see ... Perhaps
again in my dreams if I bring
whispering wind
merchants.

owners will be made my thirst
surprised if they ever
distracting other dreams ...

Although I learned many things, yet I can not live

without feeling in some fold
birds illusion.






Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 22/11/1909

Monday, November 16, 2009

Manually Installing Plugins In Simcity 4

222. Finning

















kmr. Eastern delicacy ---
http://klimtbalan.wordpress.com/2009/10/09/kmr-delicadeza-oriental/







"... and your helpless bodies of madness by excessive fire
pursued" Luis Felipe
Vivanco (1907-1975)





Are your muscles tense bodies, their souls are pure
fire, life
is
escaping the battlefield.

Madness
condemns the passion to live. They are lovers and warriors

and blood running in the meadow.



Loves are fugitives and kisses flutter
the path of love.

spread His figures linked

hearts in endless litigation.





Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 09/07/2002 and 16/11/2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

Dragon Ball Z Blog Yaoi

KISSES 221. SILLY GIRL SECRET



kmr. Eastern delicacy - http://klimtbalan.wordpress.com/



... Come, take the book, distracted
full light and dreamy. Romantic
crazy ... You let your love there on the piano!
... Of all forget, head girlfriend!

"Your Secret" Evaristo Carriego






GLOSA

What a silly girl! You're hopeless.
Chained to your heart with grief.
I told you he loves you one bit.
Come, take the book, distracted

full of empty words bring
ears and he laughs when he says your mouth.
always thought you were gone,
full light and dreamy. Crazy romantic.

Did not know he was married?
wanted to play with your summer love.
now insist, but he has forgotten you ...
Let your love there on the piano!

That you have to forget Do not you forget.
not come to me saying you have a phobia.
What you have to remember is your life.
forget ... all head girlfriend!






Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 10/11/2009

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Simi Garewal Changing Cloyhes In Mera Naam Joker

220. DEATH COMES WITH BOUQUETS OF ROSES





"I am not love, lover,
Death God sends you.
- Ay! Death as rigorous
let me live one day!

From "Romance of love and death" (Anonymous)







GLOSA

"I am not love, lover
Did you think I did not come back?
-
always go the world and bring the cold moon.

"Death God sends you
comes with bouquets of roses
is not as bad as you think she wants you
beautiful.

- Oh! death so rigorously
frightened woman alleges.
"It is matter of life or death
're just in love.

- Let me live one day!
I leave this nightingale.
"Take and your luggage, do not tell me
treason.







Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 10/09/2009

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Music On My Blog Legal

219. NEIGHBORS ACROSS THE





Yesterday the new neighbors moved into the house opposite. When they brought their belongings in the moving truck made so much noise that woke me up, so I got up earlier than usual to see where the noise came. They were using a hole in the wall to hang something, I assumed at that time, and closed the doors and windows to hear nothing. Then I went to do some chores. After fifteen minutes I jumped and ran around screaming the curtain to see that the new neighbors were down as strange as heavy furniture. I could not say whether it was a closet or dresser.











Then I retired and evaluating those neighbors thought they were quite young, but very rude. Maybe I was wrong. Just then I wanted to get my handkerchief to blow my nose because it suddenly gave me cold and I started sneezing non-stop. I could not do anything because the allergy attack I was complicated. I drink, so I made some tea and took an anti-allergy. When I was doing the drug effect, I did sleep, I threw in the bed and fell asleep. I do not know when an explosion woke me up, I looked for a portable lamp which was to trim and I went to the window on the street.

At that time, the house across the street was shrouded in a ghostly light. It did not seem the same, I saw gigantic and the occupants were moving around it with slow movements and gestures in their faces grotesque and obscured. I thought at that moment, I found peering through the curtains because I made out a silhouette that is separated from the group, went to my house and watched from their evil eyes. I was paralyzed and speechless watching the scene. It was then that I approached and noticed that it did not support your feet on the ground but its path was a serpent of black smoke.

in the neighborhood say I'm an old unbalanced, but I know the unknown neighbors are aliens. So I want to go to live with my son, but he does not answer the phone. Do you think I tell the truth, doctor?






Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 10/05/2009

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Skin Blisters On Tail Bone

218.


Drought in Argentina 2009





"It hurt to land plows"
From " Whistle drought "of Miguel Hernández






all rows are pits of the Earth
much hurt





dry turf landscape spray drying baby






dry seeds in the furrows sunk
calling for rain






few calves are cast under the shadow of the meadow stain







south wind is from her bed hears the mill

sings





the bee flies from flower
orange drink


life


Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 10/05/1909


Note: Today (29/12/2009) Rain has rained a lot for the El Niño, they say. There are many places that have suffered flooding as San Antonio de Areco in prov. of Buenos Aires. It seems to rain all milimetraje that corresponds to the annual rainfall in these days ...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

What Causes Polyps On Gallbladder

HAIKUS 217. WAITING FOR HOPE (Gloss)


Mona Lisa L. De Vinci



Waiting hope I am as delusional.

feeling better to die and not live waiting. Anonymous







Life is passing me and I lost

confidence alone I am left waiting
hope.

Now I do not know who I am, I spent
before singing.
Forgetting my past ... I'm like raving
.


For these poor verses I do not know if I will die.
He mistreats, is perverse.
better to die feeling.

You told me their love.
His candor was running
are shut in their hearts, flowers and not live
waiting.







Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 09/15/2009