Marisa plays with letters and blends it with such mastery that it is impossible to go through The Moon mirror and not be enthralled with the talent and sensitivity that go beyond each of its entries. On this day, directly from the surface and selenite and converted into text, comes to us another of his beautiful reflections as a great climax to this series of entries. Enjoy.
- Lord, you are not a gentleman.
- Neither you a lady. No offense. The ladies have no appeal to me.
Scarlett and Rhett Butler
was used to having hands between these threads woven puppets so feminine knew how. The ground raised by taking them to regions where the feet are not the force of gravity, and fun let go crashing to the floor of the little theater of your life. She always decided when the function began and ended their puppets I always looked at her with that eternal smile on their faces painted cardboard. But that night, discovered in the window of the party, one that was lacking in his puppet collection. He had drawn on his face the traces of your whims, or dancing to the waltz of women. His pride unrolled a piece of string to try to tie the hands and feet of the arrogant puppet whose appeal did not consider a lady. His vanity was confused with the green color of her dress.
No, I will not kiss, but you need a lot. That's your problem. You should be kissed more often and by someone who knows how.
Rhett Butler
The mastery of his frivolity had failed to enshrine these threads around the body of the new puppet. By contrast, during the challenge had been on the wrists of your hands, ankles, her feet in the center of your heart, some threads that had twisted and pulled them about his mouth. He wanted to free himself of them but could not. He wanted to kiss her but neither did. He was a prisoner of his own play, as his lips He directed the dimensions of the acts and scenes. The great drama of the world.
Yes, you are quite right. I'm more in love you that your about me. God Save the really fall in love with you. Well, how do you want to ring my dear?
Rhett Butler
His arrogance pierced how could I dare to love without having decided it? How could these butterflies have discovered hidden in your heart? How dare to insinuate that you needed? He had always been she who had decided to climb or descend by the thermometer of his heart. I always had begged permission to love her. He felt a foreign puppet wires deposited as chrysalis in his heart.
only know and understand one thing, and I love you Scarlett, in spite of you and me and the world crumbles around us, I love you. Because we are equal, two bad people, selfish and cunning, but we deal with things and call them by their names.
Rhett Butler
had managed to emerge from the lips of those two words He universal language, "I love you." Finally became part of his collection of puppets with cardboard perpetual smile. The function had just begun and only she would helm the script by his childish vanity. He was right, was selfish and cunning, and had no intention of ceasing to be. I did dance to their contempt, their strings pulled vehemently night and day, towards and away by vested interests in the drama of his life, never thanked him for anything, always remembered with pride, superiority of women while he watched from above, ignoring his own heart that he warned of the fragility of the threads of love.
Frankly, my dear, I do not care.
Rhett Butler
And one morning he woke up in the South discovering that his show, his puppet, his work, had been a dream of night cruise. And he found himself in the nightmare of silence gag. She sought her puppets had all but disappeared with the fire of time. He appeared as a shadow only embracing loneliness and knew she wanted, needed him, he had always loved the scenes between pride and selfishness. He forgot that the two were equal, and the dignity of abandoned slave puppet leaving the memory of the pride that beats in the wind.
Today I am too tired to think, and think about tomorrow.
After all, tomorrow is another day. Scarlett
Frankly, my dear, I do not care .- .- elespejodelaluna.blogspot.com Marisa Vegas
- Lord, you are not a gentleman.
- Neither you a lady. No offense. The ladies have no appeal to me.
Scarlett and Rhett Butler
was used to having hands between these threads woven puppets so feminine knew how. The ground raised by taking them to regions where the feet are not the force of gravity, and fun let go crashing to the floor of the little theater of your life. She always decided when the function began and ended their puppets I always looked at her with that eternal smile on their faces painted cardboard. But that night, discovered in the window of the party, one that was lacking in his puppet collection. He had drawn on his face the traces of your whims, or dancing to the waltz of women. His pride unrolled a piece of string to try to tie the hands and feet of the arrogant puppet whose appeal did not consider a lady. His vanity was confused with the green color of her dress.
No, I will not kiss, but you need a lot. That's your problem. You should be kissed more often and by someone who knows how.
Rhett Butler
The mastery of his frivolity had failed to enshrine these threads around the body of the new puppet. By contrast, during the challenge had been on the wrists of your hands, ankles, her feet in the center of your heart, some threads that had twisted and pulled them about his mouth. He wanted to free himself of them but could not. He wanted to kiss her but neither did. He was a prisoner of his own play, as his lips He directed the dimensions of the acts and scenes. The great drama of the world.
Yes, you are quite right. I'm more in love you that your about me. God Save the really fall in love with you. Well, how do you want to ring my dear?
Rhett Butler
His arrogance pierced how could I dare to love without having decided it? How could these butterflies have discovered hidden in your heart? How dare to insinuate that you needed? He had always been she who had decided to climb or descend by the thermometer of his heart. I always had begged permission to love her. He felt a foreign puppet wires deposited as chrysalis in his heart.
only know and understand one thing, and I love you Scarlett, in spite of you and me and the world crumbles around us, I love you. Because we are equal, two bad people, selfish and cunning, but we deal with things and call them by their names.
Rhett Butler
had managed to emerge from the lips of those two words He universal language, "I love you." Finally became part of his collection of puppets with cardboard perpetual smile. The function had just begun and only she would helm the script by his childish vanity. He was right, was selfish and cunning, and had no intention of ceasing to be. I did dance to their contempt, their strings pulled vehemently night and day, towards and away by vested interests in the drama of his life, never thanked him for anything, always remembered with pride, superiority of women while he watched from above, ignoring his own heart that he warned of the fragility of the threads of love.
Frankly, my dear, I do not care.
Rhett Butler
And one morning he woke up in the South discovering that his show, his puppet, his work, had been a dream of night cruise. And he found himself in the nightmare of silence gag. She sought her puppets had all but disappeared with the fire of time. He appeared as a shadow only embracing loneliness and knew she wanted, needed him, he had always loved the scenes between pride and selfishness. He forgot that the two were equal, and the dignity of abandoned slave puppet leaving the memory of the pride that beats in the wind.
Today I am too tired to think, and think about tomorrow.
After all, tomorrow is another day. Scarlett
Frankly, my dear, I do not care .- .- elespejodelaluna.blogspot.com Marisa Vegas
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