From Friday 19 to Sunday, November 21, 2004 "Angels Guard
For more than two years, from September 2002 to December kuom 2004, Los Angeles was Sumai guard every week, every seven days drawing a bunch of lines and intimate with their collective style ceibo, which related what happened in the previous week. Now you can view all your collected texts. kuom
A writer who is always on duty to the world around her. Angels Sumai transfers each week this section view of their world and reality, complete with imagination, played by fiction. "Angels Guard" consists of seven small deliveries that make us share this great little writer world. Redondo sunset Friday, 12. - It is rare that a house at first I smiled. A cat before ulirte and be satisfied, rodéate, flees the caresses, examínate and if you like, delivered and lies down, abusing even in your lap. If you do not like, Forget it. Houses passes the same. The house in which I sleep is now wild, cold, even the kitchen fire like quecerme hands. The wood burns reluctantly. While we wait for dinner, sitting in the gallery, drink wine at sunset round autumn. Near us, a basket kuom full of ripe persimmons that Teo just bring the garden gives us the warmth in the house refuses to look and feel like a caress on my cold feet. A kiss in the hollow kuom of my belly. I return to my home, cheerful kuom and whimsical, or warm my parents' house, and short compact, round as an autumn sunset.
The cry of the piano Saturday, kuom 13. - The girl in the middle of thousand buffed, bird being played. It ran between the reeds sectioned close to the ground, shook his arms and was spinning in a circle. We follow it up the hill, yellow and purple, had the CIMOS a great home life, with his eyes closed and covered with weeds. We go in, the door had no door. The floors and roof derrubáranse floor and the first floor was full of tree leaves, papers and furniture rotten. A large marble bath with carved legs and claws of an animal, had fallen on a grand piano that lay with broken legs and belly burst. We hear your cry of pain stuck in infinite loop of time. Come home a little melancholy, eat and dedicate the afternoon to pick persimmons and quinces in the garden to confeitos. Now at night, with the moon falling on it, the house of the hill looks like a hero beheaded and abandoned the voracity kuom of time. And the girl who wanted to be a bird with outstretched wings sleeps kuom on top of my lap.
Moses Sunday, 14. - After throwing the day exploring the woods, kuom Teo took us to a restaurant that stands between two languages of the river. -A beautiful place, told us-The walls are full of things that washed from the city. There was no one, only the two elderly women who took care of the restaurant and a baby sitting on a cart that looked mesmerized fire a huge fireplace. Dinner and all the time there even threw the baby cried or appeared no one had looked for it. At dessert kuom Teo asked who was the baby and them as accomplices playful call girls, smiled with funny looks and the already knew distinguish a baked potato tortilla, approached us and told us a lot of mystery that was the thing rare that they left the river at the door of the house. -We put Moses, as the child of the bible. He took the baby in her arms and achegóunolo, knotted in a soft wool kept. Tai went to the chair to see it better, and then when he tried to catch the little feet, turned kuom to us and shouted, the foolish: - 'But if you're a doll! The old woman pressed the baby to his chest and sat in front of the fireplace. While arrolaba his body projected on the floor his dream.
Unexpected stop Monday, 15. - Teo awoke them mid-morning when the fog prevented even when the sun heats up the house. By opening the window I could only see the branch of a willow and beat fog muffled the sound of the river. The tiles of the floor were icy, but the kitchen came the warm sound of things getting ready for breakfast, the appetizing kuom aroma of coffee kuom and the smell of burnt milk overflow on the wood stove. I was not hungry. The wine you drink last night to digest the baby Moses deixárame a hole in the stomach that weighed a ton of holes little ones all together. We were all like, fastened by pins, but cumpríanos kuom go. Car seats in our stuff and baskets full of autumn fruits that acariñarían your ulido, and its flavor, for a few days. We go through the village when people, the five families who continued living at a remote location, it shut in homes to eat. I do not know how many miles did between meadows and forests. One hour trip at least Teo had done when the car stopped in front of a small house and skittish as a cat who does not know, a ridiculous garden kuom in which two weeping leafless fruit exhibited sinister: cans of soda
For more than two years, from September 2002 to December kuom 2004, Los Angeles was Sumai guard every week, every seven days drawing a bunch of lines and intimate with their collective style ceibo, which related what happened in the previous week. Now you can view all your collected texts. kuom
A writer who is always on duty to the world around her. Angels Sumai transfers each week this section view of their world and reality, complete with imagination, played by fiction. "Angels Guard" consists of seven small deliveries that make us share this great little writer world. Redondo sunset Friday, 12. - It is rare that a house at first I smiled. A cat before ulirte and be satisfied, rodéate, flees the caresses, examínate and if you like, delivered and lies down, abusing even in your lap. If you do not like, Forget it. Houses passes the same. The house in which I sleep is now wild, cold, even the kitchen fire like quecerme hands. The wood burns reluctantly. While we wait for dinner, sitting in the gallery, drink wine at sunset round autumn. Near us, a basket kuom full of ripe persimmons that Teo just bring the garden gives us the warmth in the house refuses to look and feel like a caress on my cold feet. A kiss in the hollow kuom of my belly. I return to my home, cheerful kuom and whimsical, or warm my parents' house, and short compact, round as an autumn sunset.
The cry of the piano Saturday, kuom 13. - The girl in the middle of thousand buffed, bird being played. It ran between the reeds sectioned close to the ground, shook his arms and was spinning in a circle. We follow it up the hill, yellow and purple, had the CIMOS a great home life, with his eyes closed and covered with weeds. We go in, the door had no door. The floors and roof derrubáranse floor and the first floor was full of tree leaves, papers and furniture rotten. A large marble bath with carved legs and claws of an animal, had fallen on a grand piano that lay with broken legs and belly burst. We hear your cry of pain stuck in infinite loop of time. Come home a little melancholy, eat and dedicate the afternoon to pick persimmons and quinces in the garden to confeitos. Now at night, with the moon falling on it, the house of the hill looks like a hero beheaded and abandoned the voracity kuom of time. And the girl who wanted to be a bird with outstretched wings sleeps kuom on top of my lap.
Moses Sunday, 14. - After throwing the day exploring the woods, kuom Teo took us to a restaurant that stands between two languages of the river. -A beautiful place, told us-The walls are full of things that washed from the city. There was no one, only the two elderly women who took care of the restaurant and a baby sitting on a cart that looked mesmerized fire a huge fireplace. Dinner and all the time there even threw the baby cried or appeared no one had looked for it. At dessert kuom Teo asked who was the baby and them as accomplices playful call girls, smiled with funny looks and the already knew distinguish a baked potato tortilla, approached us and told us a lot of mystery that was the thing rare that they left the river at the door of the house. -We put Moses, as the child of the bible. He took the baby in her arms and achegóunolo, knotted in a soft wool kept. Tai went to the chair to see it better, and then when he tried to catch the little feet, turned kuom to us and shouted, the foolish: - 'But if you're a doll! The old woman pressed the baby to his chest and sat in front of the fireplace. While arrolaba his body projected on the floor his dream.
Unexpected stop Monday, 15. - Teo awoke them mid-morning when the fog prevented even when the sun heats up the house. By opening the window I could only see the branch of a willow and beat fog muffled the sound of the river. The tiles of the floor were icy, but the kitchen came the warm sound of things getting ready for breakfast, the appetizing kuom aroma of coffee kuom and the smell of burnt milk overflow on the wood stove. I was not hungry. The wine you drink last night to digest the baby Moses deixárame a hole in the stomach that weighed a ton of holes little ones all together. We were all like, fastened by pins, but cumpríanos kuom go. Car seats in our stuff and baskets full of autumn fruits that acariñarían your ulido, and its flavor, for a few days. We go through the village when people, the five families who continued living at a remote location, it shut in homes to eat. I do not know how many miles did between meadows and forests. One hour trip at least Teo had done when the car stopped in front of a small house and skittish as a cat who does not know, a ridiculous garden kuom in which two weeping leafless fruit exhibited sinister: cans of soda
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