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Nuevos trailers de Super Mario Galaxy 2 y Metroid: Other M

The current generation home console is taking to much and more, which seems to have no short-term relief with a queen Wii in global sales each week and on the other hand a more vivid Xbox 360 and Playstation 3, whose new bets on the plane of motion detection (Natal and Move for Xbox 360 and Playstation 3, respectively) met a few months ago and other more inches can be enjoyed by users. In summary, we present generation while.


and focusing on the news of the post, there have been new trailers for both Super Mario Galaxy to Metroid 2: Other M two of the biggest bets of the Big N for this year and that I personally look forward to.

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Metroid Trailer: Other M

In the case of Mario game is the first trailer we see is have already shown several videos of gameplay these days ago, and what they see in this second iteration will keep the same spirit that the first part, which in itself was already a technical marvel at all levels, but especially in playable and sound, with songs that became classics from the very moment when they began to ring.

The trailer for Metroid on the other hand is a novelty, as until now the only video that it had at our disposal were on the cinematics of the game, but the trailer that served as a launch to the game and that was shown at E3 last year in which they saw a few pieces of gameplay. In the new trailer instead have focused on the vision and will be handling our dear Samus and the thing could not paint better because what you see in the video is a frenetic action game, mixed with a fast gameplay and accurate. This new Metroid will be a further twist to the famous series, in which they have opted to return to classical mechanics that was abandoned so far for the Metroid Prime saga began years ago in and completed in Wii Gamecube with Metroid Prime 3 . This new Metroid style more reminiscent of Super Metroid for the Super Nintendo just adapted to current 3D technology, combining 2D and 3D perspectives as the action required, which gives the game a new form of interaction never before seen in the series to this day.

Unlike in 2009, this 2010 looks set to become a prolific year for sea blanquita Nintendo titles such as the two mentioned here, or the new The Legend of Zelda whose appearance this year was predicted by himself Nintendo President Satoru Iwata. Finally be seen if so ...

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De vuelta y con iPod Touch

After more than a year without writing a fucking blog post I decide to renew the look and try to retake it. Even I have not modify the code to let me display the tags of each item, a priori may not seem important but no, no ... What if I liked are the top menus I could encompass issues that I hope will be more or less recurrent in the blog (yes, to a recurring theme is to engage somebody should write about it more than once .. . and write-once is not even guaranteed).

I will start trying to write several articles about the iPod Touch. The one I have is an iPod Touch 2G comes to "nisificar" which is the second generation removed. Was interesting improvements such as having an external speaker that although not have a lot of sound quality (or no more for music lovers) always can give you the workaround when you do not want to be with the headphones listening to music, watching video or playing a game. Also incorporated improved bluetooth and two small side buttons that allow the volume of the pileup, very comfortable with respect to the first generation I assure you. Besides presenting a design slightly thinner at the edges of the remaining 2G improvements are the addition of a slightly faster processor and if I mistake a slight increase in RAM but it was not significant. What if it was noticeable was that my 16-gigabyte model was 60 euros cheaper which definitely gave me to buy it.



























Regarding the new 3G model price cut again, I added more RAM and a faster processor which was a big disappointment to everyone who waited with a built in camera which would have incorporated a very interesting feature for a lot of applications that can only use the iPhone.
How is unlike an iPhone? The iPhone presents a system like operating system based on a MacOS X with the same access interface. The iPhone also comes with a camera quite regulareja in the first 2 issues and the third generation 3G call a 3.5 with auto focus which is still below those of other phones do not so expensive and with far fewer features than trying to catch her height. It is obvious that as a phone can be used to make calls and use 3G networks to connect to the Internet (preferably through a flat rate). The 3G also brings a digital compass that can use the applications of GPS and augmented reality . The other advantage of the iPhone over the iPod is also available as I said before a GPS receiver. No But the big disadvantage, the iPhone is currently subject to a 2 year contract with Movistar in unfair tariffs exclusive features that allow even a flat fee "authentic", but when you go over X amount of data downloaded (the amount depends on the rate you're paying abusive) will severely limit the speed.
In short, it's stories and techniques, why does it work? It's practically a pocket computer, allows things like:

• Surf the Internet with Safari and very comfortable at least for my experience
  
• listen to music with an interface very careful
• Watch video on a screen of 3 inches more than decent for a trip and then brings
• ditties as clock programs, weather, stock exchange (is this for? "I also think my bullshit, etc.).

good thing is that it is a great app store (not free of controversy for its policy of approving applications often tyrannical) and I assure you that can give you cool features.
are very entertaining games, office software, database, to do lists, social networking and a lot more.
Throughout the articles I write will make recommendations on applications, games, tricks and of course, jailbreak, how to access the full potential may develop the iPod.

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Adióooooooos!

As if, just what was given. Phantom Existence I will delete and create me a new blog ... joooo now that I was nine followers (

The reason is very clear \u0026lt;__\u0026lt;, I would have liked to continue existence, but I think with my new blog, Paper Hearts, I'll feel more motivated to publish and that ^ ^. In short, I'm not a very long time, I just wanted to thank you, without you would not have been possible.

Lil Kuroyami
PD. Soon I shall tell you of another blog: D.

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Saga: The Dragon Talisman [title] x3

Hello! How are you? I muuuuuuuuy well: 3. As promised, and these days, I've been planning and outlining a new novel that, really, I'm pretty satisfied. It is a saga that time, I have only one book thought. Inspired
Chinese culture and characters that exist truthfully, clearly, disguised and characterized for the context in which the story unfolds, "the first book, The Matchmaker of the Three Kingdoms plunges us into the mind of Jaidan Lin. Here you have the overview: 3.

Jaidan Lin is a young man of eighteen, who, despite having Asian roots, is not very interested in the culture of their country. But when a mysterious talisman to carry it to ancient China and also to survive have to be passed by the matchmaker, or marriage counselor, of the imperial court of Cao Cao, the ruler of the kingdom of Wei-start their thrilling adventure full of intrigue and impossible romances, all in the context of a country at war and two men confronted by the woman he loves and also, by their own ideals.

Jaidan love you, and the two boys, Cao and Liu will like you much anyway.

For the avoidance of doubt: although the book is inspired by a true story, I stress that most things are the fruit of imagination of yours truly ^ _ ^, so tranquis, you will not find many rare technicalities and stuff like that: 3.
The novel will begin running tomorrow, and every Sunday there will be a new chapter. Follow me, okay? Lil

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PD. The image is Cao Cao [edit: I know, go to the moniker!].

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I began this post with the idea of \u200b\u200ba very long time ... X__X. Lil running tight wraps x_D. Anyway, as I mentioned in the criticism of Nodame Cantabile, the perception I had about Phantom Existence "a blog to publish my writings," has changed considerably.

El hecho es que, los mas allegados a mi, saben si no todo, mas o menos lo que estoy pasando, y a pesar de lo que os parezca, lo estoy pasando terriblemente mal.  Ya llevo años así, y, realmente, no creo que me merezca la compasión de nadie, así que dejaré este tema en 'agua de borrajas', por así decirlo.

La cuestión es que hay poca gente que me visita el blog, y bueno, la verdad es que aunque eso antes me importaba, ahora me parece mas bien un segundo plano. Claro que tengo pensado empezarme a pasar por otros blogs, afiliarme y esas cosillas que siempre van bien para que me visite mas gente.

Mas a tener en cuenta, es que, como os habreis dado cuenta, no Public written with the same speed as before. The reason is that I get really depressing things, that, um ... Better quit! So, on reflection, in fact, I have squeezed their brains to make a reasonable decision, and the agreement I reached with myself, is:

1. aside, temporarily, Axis World, perhaps to rewrite again in the future.
2. Midnight Café, which is in process, will be the only novel I write, and, as a very fruitful idea, try to publish in the future, at least I'll try (you know ... well is experienced in dreams!)
3. Phantom Existence 'subsist' with other blognovelas that I have designed and with which I have more room to maneuver, that is, I 'inspire' mas.
4. continue to publish short stories and reviews in various fields.

I had a hard time making this decision. I had to do something with this because, really, I have to rethink many things in several areas of my life and how that existence is something I continue, I have to renew in one form or another.

hope that you understand in a way, why do all these things. I am very confused by everything I'm going, and somehow or other had to noted. I hope that from now to organize my time well and start back again with Phantom Existence.

For some time, I will prepare new sections, new novels and other things that I hope you like ^ - ^.

The image, by the way, are Evan (top) and Edwin, Midnight Café.

If Evan is Gothic!
And if Edwin is a bookworm!

... Did you know that I just happened? Lil

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Café Potpourri Midnight - Ludwig Oehler and changes in the synopsis

Hello! Finally, I present the image, Ludwig Oehler. Elegant and calm, despite of her youth has become the mainstay of clan-Stroganoff Oehler. I can not say much apart from that, the rest I will save for gradually revealing Irlo Lil giggles * ...* evil

other hand ... some changes in the synopsis of Midnight Café. Try to publish as soon as possible. One of the many changes that will, might affect the name of the protagonist and the surname of one of the boys. I still have some characters that give personality to create clans and everything but I have thought the first chapter or prologue, it all depends on how long I have left.

I think I have nothing more to say except that I'm sorry Axis not to publish anything, frankly, repeating what I said in other entries, I'm not inspired to write and I do not want to force. I am sure that very soon be posting some Midnight Café, and hopefully not just the synopsis.

Besitos: 3
Lil Kuroyami

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Lil constructive criticism - Nodame Cantabile

I know that, initially, phantom existence would be simply a space to publish my writing but, as a lack of good bread are cakes, or put another way, as I'm not inspired to write (I gilimemeces surprised how many I leave when I try), I decided to make a 'series' of criticism from various areas, from movies, manga and anime etc ...

I will start with one of my favorite anime, Nodame Cantabile.

Author: Tomoko Ninomiya's genius
Genre: Josei (manga for adults), romance, comedy, drama
manga Volumes: 23 Chapters
first season: 23 (chance x_D)
Synopsis: Shinichi Chiaki is one of the best students in piano from the conservatory, and an excellent violinist, but his real dream is to follow the footsteps of his mentor, Sebastiano Viera, and become a conductor. After a dispute with his piano tutor, Chiaki is transferred to the school of "cases", where he meets Megumi Noda, Nodame alias. A somewhat fanciful girl sophomore pianist and actor who strikes up a strange relationship amicably. Between this relationship and Chiaki's career and the other members of the conservatory will be spinning the story.
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After seeing no Corda and their special, wanted to see something that was related to classical music without forgetting the romance. And, as I had long wanted to see Nodame Cantabile, which all admired my favorite bloggers incessantly, as I dared and ended tragandomela in four or five days.

Nodame's characters are amazing, ie Noda is great! And Chiaki is not short, I think Ninomiya-san plasma with great skill the characters of these two protagonists. Their relationship is just like them, somewhat eccentric. Never ends whether or not to Chiaki Nodame-at least in this first season. The drawing, just love me. It's very personal, very yours. The line is a simpleton, but it fits well with the story. The

, on the other hand, expect a more mature josei a shoujo-not if-I mean, I do not find it in Nodame Cantabile, which is more classifiable as such by the environment in which it develops the story itself. But those who seek to pass a good time, have fun with the characters and enjoy the best classical music of all time, in Nodame find the ideal companion for the evening of boredom and sleepless nights. Clearly recommended;).

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I think I spoke of my new novel, Midnight Café . I may comment that he would write another with a similar title, Midnight Cravings, which is, somehow, a derives from the original idea of \u200b\u200bthe overview of this new novel that I hope to start writing as soon as possible. Chloé

Kozlov is a girl of sixteen, by promising her best friend would get the phone to one of the waiters at Midnight, the most famous cafe in the city, is presented on the site without knowing that Evan, Raven, Edwin Ludwig and the waiters are four vampires heirs world's most powerful clans. Midnight bartenders at Chloé find the companion with whom to spend eternity, but ... To which of them will choose it? Will you be ready to seal a pact of eternal love with this person?

I'm very excited about this new story. The kids will love ^ ^. The novel was published by chapters each week. Those who wait more the World Shaft , sorry. The truth is that I am very inspired to write. I have to establish a list of priorities ... Or something! Oh, by the way, the image is Raven. The girl unfortunately not too much like the star he wanted to create, but in the image, if not more, is captured very well what is my idea of \u200b\u200bit *-*. I will publish the pictures of characters and try to inform you about the weekly story development to have the first chapter.

Many kisses, and thank you for your patience. Lil

Kuroyami

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Midnight Cry

There were no books on the small shelf of unvarnished oak. In the park before my window, two boys were fighting over a football half broken, so empty of air as I was feeling. I pinched with one hand the bruises on my skinny left arm to see if the pain helped me to regain consciousness. Wet hair rain coming through the open window I was dripping in the legs, trembling and bruised. "Are you there?" I thought, lay the knife still stuck in its bowels, the pain was profiled his features aquiline, and his blood still stained my hands. I watched carefully the books that had fallen on the bloody corpse of my husband, and peered my hand, full of blood began to dry on my skin. The wind howled

hard while the sun was threatening to give way to night. Had killed someone who killed wanted. I wanted to force myself to mourn, to curse, but could not. I still felt the pain of the bruises, the fierce blow that struck me ... and a hatred more fierce than the roar of a wild animal.

The wet rustle of wind slipped through my eardrums. The dream turned nightmare, the pain turned into hatred, sadness in iniquity, all led me to that moment. I cried, but no pain. I cried for not being able to mourn, to feel no more than a deep relief in my chest.


I wrote for a contest, but eventually fell by the wayside u__u. Anyway, I hope you like it ^ _ ^. I've been away a few days for personal reasons x_D too personal. What a surprise when I saw that and had 200 hits! Graciaaaaaas \u0026lt;3!

Well, speaking of other things ... I'm writing the second chapter of the World Axis, thanks for being patient! On the other hand, these days of 'festival' I've had, I started writing another story. Is called "Midnight Craving" and is ... Yep, vampires! Since I have the prologue, the truth is I'm quite proud of it ^ ^.

Many kisses to all, and thanks for your support: 3.

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Clarifications

Well, I know I have sick a lot these days ... that if I leave, if not stopped ... y. .. in short, no, I'm not going to stop writing in Stock Phantom. First, because this is one of the things in my life that I like, and I can almost say that I am passionate about the second thing is that writing is a part, if not major, major myself, and this blog has given me an excuse.

So good, I had to make some decisions about what my two novels are concerned. And to begin with, "Soul Hunter" is canceled and forgotten, I deleted all the chapters I've written so far, and some entries do not convince me. As for the 'Axis', is the only novel I write for now.

On the other hand, I solved the problem of the comments, now you can comment with normal total ^___^. And, well, now I have much free time, and therefore perhaps more hair you see me here.

And I take this post to thank Mai , for helping me so much, and all who comment me or you read, too. The next thing I publish, will be a short story, because the truth is that if I were to write a poem, I would leave a lot of things happened to me senseless as u__u recently.

Anyway, thank you very much for the support you have given me, and I hope (not promise anything) but not disappointed. Lil

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We were angels ...

We were angels with cardboard wings
scarred
swayed with pain. We went


messengers of someone who loved us and we

in the midst of despair.

Anyway, this is a poem I've improvised in a few seconds X__X. Did not feel like writing anything, but hey, the inspiration never comes at the most appropriate and when it has to be seized. I said that I am in a period in my life where I am anything but well ... but I have to stop doing the things I love (writing, translating or whatever), it benefits me.

Whatever the reason, the truth is that today I wanted to write something ... Something that was not any of my novels, and certainly, I'm thinking no Soulflayer temporarily cancel, and I'll think shaft.

Anyway, as always, we will communicate any thing I go through the head, even a crap ^__^.

Kisses and pasteloteeeeeees: 3

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New novel: D

No, no, not that I have tired of Soul Hunter (luf it!), As I mentioned a few days ago, Maialen and I wanted to write a novel together , and then came The World Axis. The problem is that as I said in the blog above is as follows. Copy-paste
no jutsu! xD

Mai helped me with some little details, and the final was as you see it. The problem is that in designing the whole story myself, the poor did not hear anything, so what we decided is that I continue alone with the shaft and begin a new story developed by the two, which would make sense.

And if, in short, thanks to original and creative technique pegylated copilot, I set out my reasons ^ ^.

Tralaraaa ... What if Hunter will write something today? Well, I do not think anyone cares for four cats that I read (in fact two ...), but mostly to fulfill my obligation as a writer and stay in good conscience xD, I'm not going to tell you that to publish nah nah. Not inspire me, and I do not joer xDDD Loki's episode, and I have many translations in arrears (in other words, my terrible harm me but always derivative products translator xD).

y. .. Kisses! {No not this time ......... vulneraré not anyone's copyright .... . FOR ANYONE! Agh ... that bat gives me change the character ...}

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Under the moonlight

My smile is not sincere ... no matter how often pretend to be happy. Your smile has opened my eyes ... that hint of compassion in her eyes, a tenderness that lies beyond those eyes so warm that always hidden. So please give it back ... give me back those days where the sun do not shine though, you were doing it instead.

"Tell me ... Do you feel alone? "

- Eh! Will you come with us? We'll a. ..

Those words never reach their destination ... that neither me nor excite me happy ... winter as cold as ice, as far as the smells of spring in the city. May the autumn rains will lead them to another place, and the icy winds

freeze "Tell me about yourself, under the moonlight, on the words that touch your heart ..." on your light view all ignored, on the nights you spend dreaming, and you spend crying. Tell me about the pain you keep, and that still does not stop you from smiling. Give it to me again, that smile that still reaches me in this darkness abysmal.

And finally one day you caught.

"Tell me ... Do you feel alone?

And the smile he had hoped appeared wilted like a flower which receives no care, but yet so sweet and sincere, incomparable. I hope my feelings reach you, those who see it reflected in your eyes teary.

you know? ... I speak of a feeling stronger than the pain of a bond deeper than the passion ... something so durable, so pure and honest ... eternal as the time we spent together, and I spent without you. -...

Tell me about yourself, under the moonlight, on the words that touch your heart ... He replies Someday

to hear me say ... and perhaps, with the changing seasons to find you again.

While you wait under the stars of silver ... for your sweet, but lonely smile still reaches me ... despite the distance of years, the changing seasons ... each full moon night I'll wait in the same place.

"Tell me about you, under the moonlight ... so one day I could find ...


Viva yo! xD second public input today @ _ @.

"Under the Moonlight" speaks of the loneliness . If it is something very personal, very me, so in part, is also something "Autobiography." I would like to illustrate a bit of that feeling. So human, but few people dare to describe in their stories, and even talk about it. It talks about love, hate, forbidden passions, but little solitude.

I would write something similar or at least follow the same line of argument that "Under the Moonlight." I think I'm good at this "describe" feelings, although perhaps my way of writing has many faults.

This story, moreover, is I want to dedicate to all those who are lonely, or afraid of loneliness . And tell them, even if they are [and all human beings have to accept it sooner or later], there is always a moment that can be grasped, a story that may have ... and a feeling to hold on to. We all have something good, something magic that makes us ourselves. Do not let loneliness become your enemy, do not let it become "dark."

[... Next time try to keep my corny pa the other day, little word of honor]

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And today I see?

Once upon a time in the corner bar, one of those girls that you can find anywhere, skinny and without too many expectations for the future. She was confined to work to pump some money and help their parents at home. It was what any good daughter is forced to do when there are economic problems at home, and she, the girl in the corner bar was not distinct.

Every morning I wondered the same thing, while I blindly grabbed the packet of sugar and mixed it with coffee, which I reached a strong odor even though she still had not brought me to the table.

- And now you see me?
"No, maybe tomorrow.

Always the same question, always the same answer, and a musical laugh so low that I was somewhat intriguing. What reason for being is to ask a blind if you see anything? At first I thought he did it to annoy me, then I stopped thinking about it and took it as part of my daily routine.

Over time, I learned that the girl in the corner bar was special. The delicacy with which dipositava the coffee saucer on my table, not just make noise, brisk, delicate and quiet with which he walked over there to wherever, and music could be heard through the headset half broken is always placed in the left ear ... all part of a set strange, so simple and complicated.

For me, the girl in the corner bar was nothing more than that. The only thing that connected us was that question ... And that answer. The only words that we passed, were these. Simple, yet so full of meaning as the longest sentence that may exist.

One winter morning I went down to the corner bar, I was told that she was not, and the next either.

She was a patch of perfect imperfection in my daily routine, not now exist. Again to have everything under control, and could stop searching for the true meaning to that question. Return to live in peace, and while that reassured me, it made me feel very happy.

Time passed, and stopped thinking about it, but not forgotten. Without knowing why, do not forget, and over the years, I began to see it as my first love.

One day, I heard the sound of half-broken hull as the waitress went to get coffee. The musical giggle again rattling in my ear ...

- And now ... I see?

smiled.

"Yes, today itself.

And I felt moist lips on my cheek, something harsh, but did not bother me.
What we expected was not happy. It was rather rough as lips brushed my cheek, tender, somewhat reclusive, but no less sweet.

Maybe one day I continue telling our story. Not happy, not very beautiful. Solo is the story of a couple of people who were alone in the world, and that although they loved each other, if that is wanted.

is the kind of story that could happen on your street, so look carefully around you. Perhaps there is someone that you "see" you.



I know I said that today would put the first chapter of Soul Hunter ... but I was too lazy to write it @ _ @. Instead I wrote this little short story. The idea was pretty good, but I have not been as I wanted. Bueeeeeeeno, that he will.


passing through the center! We already have the first chapter! ^ ^ Kisses
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Chapter One: Prologue

gray steel sword clattering to the ground. Heylel hissed in a deep voice and looked around, weighing the chances of your enemy allowed to reach hilt of his weapon. Rolled on the wooden floor in the opposite direction to that heard the footsteps of his opponent, who was moving at a deliberate pace.

-Brother, you have no idea, "sighed a tall, raven-haired muscular guy.

heylel rose cherry floor in silence, surrendering. He gave a wry smile to his brother, who leaned on the railing of the grand staircase to the right of the room where the two boys fought in combat. The red hair hung down her face, covering the twinkling blue eyes and tired.

-Ananel ... I will not lose next time. "Pronounced heylel breathy voice, but full security.
"Then make sure that is only against me, heylel. He merely answered her brother. The

Clairy-a family of four-had begun to live in the small resort was more than eighteen years. Everyone knew, and were especially popular among girls, so, attempts by larger heylel, to go unnoticed had gone wrong. The expression of loneliness and dreams that always shone in his eyes did not go unnoticed, either for good or ill.

The boy picked up the black sleeve that protected the guitar leaning against the wall hall, the "Molly", the only friend I had, to which I could tell you everything. Well-placed black leather jacket and gave him a small gesture of farewell to his brother.

The institute, the only thing in the whole area, "welcomed the young Kailes it looked scary from the parking expression. Amber eyes lacking moved up a place to another. The girl was on the verge of a panic attack. Those around you not deign to pay attention, as if they thought that someone so small in size so would be in brain.

chest pressed against his thick book cover wear green and which could do with lyrics maroon the title of a book by Jane Austen. He turned and turned with a quick step to the exit, slipping through the crowds who went in the opposite direction to yours.
could not, their insecurity with new people and even more with the crowd was becoming unhealthy. It had all happened too quickly, both mentally not had time to prepare for that situation. Since his father's host send news of the move only had three little days, and that for she was little. It was Friday, so thought nothing would happen that afternoon not to go dark sky that heralded a heavy rain fall.
walked the streets, little traffic at that hour, although it was yet unknown. A new city to discover. I looked at the windows of different genres and would slow and uncertain.

spent about two hours walking, training your mind to your new life there, was careless and clumsy, but had a memory almost enviable. Stopped at a small bookstore, your own reflection looking at her guilty for not going to class and introduce yourself. His hair was wavy, waist-length, light brown in color. We noticed a strand behind her ear and continued her tour of the surroundings. He turned down a street
right, was even more deserted than the last, not many shops but still ventured to go to the other side without an unnecessary detour.
A small group of three people left the only door in the alley to go around his back to Kai. A soft melody rose in the silence that surrounded her, sad and beautiful. In an unexpected boost your own body is approached, the door was a large rusty metal thing by the little care they had given him. She felt the beating of his heart and his hand willingly opened the door enough for the murmur increases. He could not avoid going, it was a dark and gloomy, but full of people who listened respectfully to the singer.
is close enough to stay petrified, the boy was not much older than herself, had long black hair, adorned with a thin red streaks. Her eyes glowed a brilliant blue color with foci fiercely lit it. His expression according to the lyrics he sang, melancholy drawn to perfection in the sharp features of his face. The song ended, but she did not move in a state of stupor.

- Apart brat! Shouted a woman somewhat older than Kai.
"Sorry ..." she whispered after the boost received, as he staggered. Huh?

Before coming to fall felt a hand on his side, the boy who minutes earlier was singing the beautiful song had prevented it from falling to the ground, causing the woman was embarrassed by his reaction. He looked grim and expressionless eyes, and placing the two hands long and wide at the waist, stood up. The woman looked over her shoulder, with a hint of guilt in the eyes. Kai covered both sides of the face that he did not see her face flushed hotly. They stood facing each other, staring him in it. That had him a little nervous and started tinkering with the shirt sleeves, which is slightly wrinkled by exposure.

Maybe in another situation, the silence would have bothered, but for some reason, one that escaped his understanding, he felt no need to break it. Both, though he was the one who was aware of that, they were immersed in a spell that threatens to end with minimal noise or word that rendered, and were not sure they want to. But finally the moment arrived. She lifted her head, somewhat overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions that shook, and delighted for them both.

And what they felt was away from everything they knew. An electric current ran them body and soul, thought his troubles away and even the heart. Trembling and agitated, raised his right hand. It was approaching one millimeter per second to the pale face of Kai, and trembling, touched her cheek. It felt a little dizzy and ecstatic, but nothing could compare with the tenderness that melted the heart and heart that made bombeantes tremble even more.

He withdrew his hand slowly.

- No! She whispered, pressing her hand against her cheek.

He looked fun, and smiled almost took her breath away.

-Am ... Axel Clairy.
-Kai ... "He stammered Kailes Cross ...

He nodded with a smile crooked, and after a gesture that did not quite understand Kai turned around and walked hurriedly made a small metal door came out with a black guitar case, which was hung on the right shoulder with a fast and agile movement.

"You come," he said

might seem a question, but it was not. He reached out and grabbed it with caution. Kai
not understand his own actions, had never done anything like this, was unable to speak with us geste known to be in a whisper. Simply
had been driven by his instinct told him inside out on blind eyes if necessary.


Lil

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How To Find Highest Bond Energy

peace attempts have failed with demons. My nine colleagues, proud protectors of the shaft, have been killed in the attack by demonic creatures. My king, the ruler of heaven, plucked on his throne, killed by a sword thrust into his chest. I could not protect them. Or my friends, not the king ... or Shea.

that did not protect cursed devil, handed it to him, I let the possessed. But how refuse to burning their eyes? The lily garden that she loved, in which the sun off the Earth} {Gaea she went to meet him. And kiss, and love, and give everything he had, his body, his soul. And then came back to me with a calm smile, thinking of him.

But now it's over. The white petals of the lilies, are now stained with blood ... but his hands still clasped, which promise eternal. As if to rejoice to die together. My Sweet Shea, lying on a floor covered with blood ... I have no time to mourn his death ...

The shaft must be protected. My primary mission, the reason I was created ... the chronicles of the kingdom finish this ... and my life, like that of Princess {Shea}, will end after completing my mission.

... The focus should not be ever found.

But other wars come, they will not give up ... creatures of the underworld, eager for power, still staining his sword, yearning to leave his human prison ... and killed the king, and lost hope, I can only protect the "Shaft." Necessary. Is indispensable.

Araziel, tenth guardian of the "axis"

Lil

: situeis To give a little, this is a piece of "Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven", written by a soldier named Araziel. Shea is the daughter of the King of Heaven, fell in love with a demon. I can not explain more to you because if I am not responsible for the story xD. Of time can seem a bit confusing, but I assure you that as the story goes you will find the meaning ^ ^.

hope you enjoy!

Does A Penis Fit In A Paper Roll

I find ... Dream


There goes another one: P. It is dedicated to Mai (Author of Angelus Errare and Crescent), for supporting me so much!
And thank you very much for the award wapa!

Anyway, here are the story;).

math class was the most boring of all day. In the three tables located in front of all three boys smiled at each other, immersed in his jokes. In behind, the others pretended to pay attention to the class as the sun coming through the window fogged by moisture created a spooky atmosphere throughout the classroom.

had only three or four people taking notes, or at least pintorreaban his notebooks to show that they did. Laura turned her gaze for a moment from the board and the teacher's hand, he scribbled a formula that sounded like Chinese, even more than the above language. She broke the hair on impulse. The girl looked at her side, thinking that there was no reason to remake it, because along well.

But instead, the girl let him loose. He covered both sides of the jet-black eyes with hair the same color. His gaze was directed to a person two tables in front. His eyes were always immersed in a dream, dead, or if more is not absent. But then, sparkled with a spark of tenderness. A feeling so indescribable, so ethereal and full at a time ... some would call "Love." For she had no name.

He had spent four years of school hoping that someone looked beyond his dead eyes, dreaming, something empty and desperate. Nobody had done. And now she sat alone in a gray corner of that room full of people so dead inside like her, but in a different way. People with no feelings, but a mask was not bring out their flaws.

The bronze-haired boy, brown and brownish green eyes and freckled face. So different and so it seemed at once. Why could see in his eyes a deep loneliness? Why could see in them a grief, an emptiness, and so sure was he that looked into hers? Grabbed his chest with strength to withstand a strong pang subdue.

"I ..." she thought, as everyone gathered their things, five minutes before the bell rang to give final classes.

Six months later, the day before school ended, and as everyone gathered their things for the last time or the last. Laura around, everything happened in slow motion. He smiled with his friends. Her heart leaped, a happiness. That smile was not for her, and knew it. The spark of joy in his eyes was not for her, and knew it too.

"I ..." she thought ... For the first time, was allowed to say the forbidden word, that he wanted to avoid that at all costs, but knew from the beginning, from the first time I saw ... "I love you ..."

And always would.

always, forever.

Laura married years later. She loved her boyfriend, but did not love him ( MetalGirl phrase). There was only one person that gave his heart. Hope you

enjoy!

If not for this song does not have inspired me! Is "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt.

My life is brilliant My love is pure I saw an angel
That I'm sure She smiled at me on the meters
She was with another man But
not lose time on that because I have a plan

You're beautiful,
're beautiful is true. I saw your face in a crowded place
not to do, because you'll never be
.

Yeah, she caught my eye, When I close
She could see from my face that I was,
flying high And I do not think
'll see her again, But we shared a
moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful is
truth. I saw your face in a crowded place
And I do not know what to do, because you'll never be
.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful is
truth. There must be an angel with a smile on his face
, When she thought
be with him, I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth, I
never be with you.

If you look has a lot to do ^ ^. Anyway, here I leave a video of the song;)

How Much Doe It Cost To Add Two Bedroom

This is the first story-short, I write. It's pretty deep (and I'm proud of it xD perrisimamente) focuses essentially on account the feelings of a girl who has lost herself and the person who wants to "be like everyone else."

I really like this kind of melancholy stories, so I will write more than one ^ ^ U. Hope you like.

walked crouched, with the hair inside the hood of his sweatshirt to keep it wet. The translucent raindrops down his face, giving an excuse to streaming eyes that peered colorless tears threatening to end up overthrowing his pride and composure. Who would have thought that the always cheerful and talkative girl with white blond hair, pretty, popular and admired was a secret?

All his life was a hoax, and she, more than anyone, was aware of that. That day I was turning twenty. That day, when the sun was no more than a golden spot in the sky, and when the sky let go of tears of pain ... no one was at his side. Less than half an hour, I had smiled at his colleagues in the university. Now, he saw his reflection in a pool,-run mascara, eye shadow framing ghostly and sparkling green eyes and a tuft of blond hair hanging down above the right eye and in so doing, I thought it false, hypocritical, irrational as it was stupid ... and the shit that was his life.

high-heeled boots clattered on the pavement. His gait was struck proud, it was a habit she had acquired over time and now it was too hard to forget. But no. She was not. But all his life and his future-had focused on being like the others. Oh, yeah! She did not want to be a stupid marginalized ... Worth too much to be!

To achieve this, he had fucked the whole class, smoking dope and used to give the meth to stay awake in class. Not that he had lost everything-at least if we look at it superficially had gained much-which was lost and perhaps something much more important, was itself ... and the most stupid way possible. Had betrayed his friends to the real thing. He had what he wanted, or what he believed to want, "but instead, had to be billed itself, discarded. It was not the same as before. And could not be again.

When dimmed eyes were fixed on the road he was traveling, was informed that the direction taken was not to return home. The small square of sand, now swamped by rain, the lights of the lower-school building, burning, and a nostalgic song that emitted half a piano tune, which was heard through the open window.

Heels made a muffled noise when passing by the square of brown sand. He approached cautiously but eagerly at a time. I knew that song. "Tristesse" by Chopin. Had ever played ... while "he" looked at her with a tender smile and a look warm and bright as the sun coming through the window. And as her fingers glided across the keyboard ... She had whispered: "I love you."

"I love ... "She sobbed.

But this time no one touched her cheek, no one asked him for a kiss, and looked as if it were unique, the most precious and beautiful in the world. Only the rain, she and a nostalgic song lay there, so full of memories that were now empty and only one more to heal a wound in his heart.

"Memories are like a dream," he had told someone. "Seize the sleep duration."

But she broke down, covered him with lies and half truths.

... And now he knew the truth of the world, could no longer be the same.

Well she was in love ... was a mere memory and vain. Something that would never exist. Ephemeral as a dream. The day that was twenty years old, wept. Because "that memory would not come true."

· Muscles Utilized The Shot Put

you hear me? Two souls searching

you hear me when I call your name? "I looked when our eyes were met? The rain falls and the time is approaching, and my heart is torn between life and death. Which as I am, you ask? "Still breathing, if only for a moment ..." (Song of Katy Perry). So I listened when he begged for your hugs, in the fullness of a moonless night? And when the rain covered my face and I cooled the warm skin?

The wind whistling your name, that freezes the clutches of my soul, my heart freezes hot and desolate, wind of what was love, what could have been love ... is now an empty hole.

And now, as I think in the morning and a small light illuminates the path that lies before me, and I look back ... I think what you meant. They love you ... and always, always, be the first ... y. .. "Last?

Entry

purely meant to "fill in" ... I know, very jet: (.

Why Does My Dog Try To Like My Vag

Two souls searching found,
have walked many paths, many searched
more ...
and lost in the anxiety of his own desire,
have resigned themselves to be.

Separated and distant
of being unable to know that love.
Will you walk, then, always lost in a sea
empty hopes,
upright in a world of lies? For much-needed

as breathing, for those souls
what is love
and anyone else who will look in his eyes reflected
a grain of truth,
which enclosed in its deepest darkness.