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In all cases, women will recognize themselves and men too.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Where Can Beyblades Be Bought In Victoria
The difference between a man and a woman
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Friday, December 25, 2009
Cydia Sources Ds Pokemon
The declaration of love What's the century
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is not mocked, but we can laugh inwardly, thinking that as children we did have the right kind of letter at least once, boys or girls.
Click on photo to enlarge. is not mocked, but we can laugh inwardly, thinking that as children we did have the right kind of letter at least once, boys or girls.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Motorcycle Style Bicycle
Haute Cime
The ball at the bottom of the groove is still there. But in recent days, I see gleams, breakthroughs in the mist of all this suffering. I will not wish you a Merry Christmas New Year because I have not the strength but I will make you a gift, that of this photo, taken there a few weeks, when my eye knew even watch nature.
Haute Cime. She comes off, it's always there behind the clouds behind the despair of my trials. How many times have I celebrated by the mountain. I do it again at the end of 2009. I am a mountain, I can plow the heart, make me fall, let me drown, I ascended the hill with my strings, my rope, my strength, my tears but knowing that the mountains tests are like, shaped to climb, to go higher, to fly to fly to reach paradise. My father is mountaineer. I am the daughter of my father and even less if I went up to him, I still like him in my heart the light which enlightens our eyes when we are contemplating the harsh rocks and white in this country.
Those who read this and who know me in real life know what it all means. I will not give up because I'm stronger than that. And even if I go on failing, I'll stay in one form or another, true to my principles, my my hopes and dreams.
I was told so many things these days, so many bad things and so many nice things too. I still can not sort it all. All I know is that I'm still alive. And that those responsible for all this sadness can continue to stand tall, me, the top of the Haute Cime, I dominate my eyes and goes well beyond anything they wanted me to undergo.
I leave you, I love you.
Haute Cime. She comes off, it's always there behind the clouds behind the despair of my trials. How many times have I celebrated by the mountain. I do it again at the end of 2009. I am a mountain, I can plow the heart, make me fall, let me drown, I ascended the hill with my strings, my rope, my strength, my tears but knowing that the mountains tests are like, shaped to climb, to go higher, to fly to fly to reach paradise. My father is mountaineer. I am the daughter of my father and even less if I went up to him, I still like him in my heart the light which enlightens our eyes when we are contemplating the harsh rocks and white in this country.
Those who read this and who know me in real life know what it all means. I will not give up because I'm stronger than that. And even if I go on failing, I'll stay in one form or another, true to my principles, my my hopes and dreams.
I was told so many things these days, so many bad things and so many nice things too. I still can not sort it all. All I know is that I'm still alive. And that those responsible for all this sadness can continue to stand tall, me, the top of the Haute Cime, I dominate my eyes and goes well beyond anything they wanted me to undergo.
I leave you, I love you.
© Delphinium December 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Dotted Red Spot On Nose
Respect
I urge you to respect what's next. And enjoy what may be the last moments of this blog. I leave you for an indefinite period. Because I'm not well. I have fought throughout this year 2009 as a lioness, for my work, my friends, and also for my private life and share all this into a disaster just before Christmas. Supposedly there's never a time for things to go wrong, but it's even harder when everyone starts to cheer and you, you're breathing hard because the ball at the bottom of the gorge is now choking. I
always thought a blog was not the overflow of our private lives but now I do not know what I'm thinking, what I should do or where I'll mostly landed. I always feel for not having enough room wherever I am, wherever I go, my feelings are not understood, misunderstood, scary.
People who come here know how I put energy and love in my pictures in my texts and comments. But when a real person rejects any form of recognition of others, what it does and what it is, you lose a little each day for granted.
every day I lost a little of myself to the point where I do know any more who I am.
I do not feel like complaining, I just want to say that for once, Delphinium laying down their arms.
Because she is tired ...
I have not forgotten you 
I urge you to respect what's next. And enjoy what may be the last moments of this blog. I leave you for an indefinite period. Because I'm not well. I have fought throughout this year 2009 as a lioness, for my work, my friends, and also for my private life and share all this into a disaster just before Christmas. Supposedly there's never a time for things to go wrong, but it's even harder when everyone starts to cheer and you, you're breathing hard because the ball at the bottom of the gorge is now choking. I
always thought a blog was not the overflow of our private lives but now I do not know what I'm thinking, what I should do or where I'll mostly landed. I always feel for not having enough room wherever I am, wherever I go, my feelings are not understood, misunderstood, scary.
People who come here know how I put energy and love in my pictures in my texts and comments. But when a real person rejects any form of recognition of others, what it does and what it is, you lose a little each day for granted.
every day I lost a little of myself to the point where I do know any more who I am.
I do not feel like complaining, I just want to say that for once, Delphinium laying down their arms.
Because she is tired ...
I have not forgotten you
Thursday, December 10, 2009
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