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A writer ...

These scraps of paper, ink blots

Danzan pace on the road without stopping

Because the writer so desires

their daughters do what they want ...

not just stories of pain and joy

are truths which in their imagination

there, laugh and cry soundlessly

Well for the writer not only novels.

ink Your loved life and soul are

play with the pen and mind of man

create worlds that exist or ever will see

But believe for a moment that yes

The words and phrases of a writer

not have any consistency or body

just have painted beautiful words

And moments do not exist in real life

A writer loves his daughters paper

His

ink lovers give a reason

For they are his life, his blood and his legacy

But above all are the soul that harbor it.

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Just for tonight ...

Because he wanted more hold back the tears, they were betraying their desire their way into her cheeks so lost in his face. The agony made her lost in thought, taught him that his destiny was already set and did nothing that could change.

just had to pull the trigger and end all.

A sound from the hallway made her almost forget his sorrow, below the door where the light just came, he could dazzle a couple of steps and immediately a knock at the door. She did not answer just let the beatings continue after a few minutes they stopped. His eyes turned to pose in the dresser mirror and could hardly see in what had been converted.

In a shadow without feelings, a soul rotting over time. Her beautiful eyes before now honey-colored orbs were just simple black with the night was lost. Its beautiful, full lips were now a single line tanned and white, his face had lost her hair color and brightness.

was just a ghost. To live that way, and there was nothing left. Nobody ever remember, everything had to come to an end and that ending it was today.

The sound of a gunshot ripped through the silence of the night. The bedroom door flew open only for a horrified mother saw the suicide of her only daughter. Just for that night the tears of a mother was the sound of the wind, just for that night that mother was embraced by an angel.

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Because Christmas can not get worse ...

Emily hated Christmas, listen to carols hit your ears and feel all the love that deployed people to walk with her, gagging. And what about the multitude of money spent on useless things and frivolous than a week left by the wayside end up in the corner of the house more deplorable and the thousands "Merry Christmas" that eventually made no sense, no, definitely after the cloying San Valentine's Day , Christmas was the day that I hated.
is not ever had a bad experience was enough to keep their cousins stuck like limpets asking about the big red suit and his reindeer or having to endure the family gatherings, she wanted to remain deaf and blind.

- Emi , you want my advice, "said Jordan throwing an irritated look as she shook his arm for twenty minutes I been trying to tell your mom and asked us we lowered to go to open presents. And dwarfs are impatient.

Jordan was the cousin of Emily , he was 19, just two years and brought him to her cousin and still behaved like small child at Christmas . He and Emily seemed too much in appearance, had brown hair, same nose said "I am of the family Evans, hazel eyes, complexion of both was similar, even had almost the same height, the only thing that differed was the personality of both. While Jordan was cheerful and playful, Emily was cold and reserved.

"Oh, sure, Let 's hurry to open the presents and the faster we will roll loaded with irony," he said as he rose and walked to the shelf to choose a book to read I do not think I care, many thanks.

"Come on, do not be whether, even aparecete to pick up your gift," said grabbing her hand to him not to go and lead it toward the door remained "Besides," said Aunt Ana had a surprise for us.

"Those aware that every time Aunt Ann says we have a surprise always ends up being something completely stupid and humiliating," he said, carried away by his cousin.

"Now, I know that you like last Christmas looking said maliciously.

Emily could not just send her a dirty look and pull hand grip and down the stairs as slowly as possible.

And indeed, when they reached Aunt Anna had told them a surprise and was driving both to the living room where they were gathered all his relatives. Smaller quickly began to remove the wrap their gifts, some not so little did the same with the same enthusiasm. Even more fun with the task seemed to guess what the packages contained. If I could choose anything else to open the infamous gifts have been dying, and wanted to go that you drop dead keep on watching all these immature adults and ridicule of children.
After the ridiculous act of opening gifts, singing carols proposed grandmother. The expression of Emily was all a poem.
This continued during the Christmas Eve, between hugs, laughter and vomit from Emily . After two hours to come down, Aunt Ana drove them all to show surprise.
A Emily almost had his heart attack.
Outside there was a chubby man dressed as Santa Claus , all red with a large and exaggerated white beard, coming down from a red and gold sleigh, apparently nothing had been overlooked as one end were six reindeer and one that was the point he had a big red nose.

- Jo ho ho ... Merry Christmas! - said to be dressed in red.

Small ran shouting happily and greeted the merchant copy of Papa Noel , cheered only major surprise of Aunt Anne Jordan turned to his cousin and a smile so big that Emlily thought I'd have to sew her lips to his cousin, said:

"See, I told you my aunt's surprises are the best, and gave him a funny look past his cousin was ready to go to take photos with Santa.

Emily scene just looked disgusted and looking at the sky as if this were to blame proclaimed

"I hate Christmas ...

N / A: Hehehe ... it's not Christmas ... but this letter if I wrote for Christmas (So if it hehe) ... and I had put in my blog I'll post here asiq ue also .

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Rain ...

Crystal the looked like raindrops falling on his hands, sliding as ballet dancers between his fingers as his body was shocked by the contact of water droplets in wet clothing and the exposure water. Hair wavy clung to her face and soaking his face did nothing to stop it because they simply did not care.
did not care that his glasses were covered in water and could not see well, did not mind the wind chills would cold, did not care that it might suffer a cold, had understood at last around the dilemma for weeks I could not remove from his mind at last his way toward understanding. All thanks to the rain.

- Crys, you're going to get sick, "he said Hazael as he stretched his arm over his head and put the umbrella to cover the two .- Do I know why you stopped and you are captivated with your hands?

Without even paying attention to his words, Crystal looked directly into her eyes, she knew it was inevitable and that it was stupid.

- What? - Was once said already annoyed tone while breaking eye contact with the girl .- not know about you, but I want to get home and curl up in the fireplace.

I knew if I looked into his eyes, he was not going to look the other way around. Hazael never could bear them to watch their eyes staring, because she made him uncomfortable and felt like an open book. In spite of her fingers felt numb and the cold and rain, Crystal took out their hands for the protection of the umbrella and went back to watching his hands.

- Have you ever wondered why people change? - Crystal said breaking the silence and the look up posarla and examine the face of her companion.

was not perfect, but his features were so delicate. That child's face and those brown eyes could make them lose and no matter what. In spite of his 18 years, Hazael still had that soul and feeling as a child.

- Mmm ... do not change because it will be that mature and grow? - Said looking at his Crystal time - not as if I had a lot of science. Is that the reason why you kept looking stupidly at your hand?

Crystal threw an irritated look.

"No animal," he said while pursing his brow and looking for the first time a black umbrella gets wet avoiding more "It's just that ... nevermind looks ... keep walking.

"Before there were leaving nothing unfinished - he said as he grabbed the arm so as not to leave. This time if I look into his eyes and held the gaze without blinking tell, do you because you changed? why for months has been more sarcastic and annoying than usual? why your eyes do not have that glow? These flooded with sadness that even though you will not try to hide it. Crystal look at me, you know , you hide your feelings to the world but not me. I'll be reading.

They could have been 10, 20 minutes after ending her speech but she did not know that answer. I had always known that Hazael understood it more than anyone, but never have imagined that he had on everyone have read your feelings with a simple look at his eyes.

"I have not changed, life has become different.

not said with sadness or discomfort, I just said a neutral tone as he did not know if it was ridiculous to say that his indictment or send it to psychologist. But did nothing, just numb left by those eyes that were once a child. But I was no more, had grown up.

rain knew they would have to be upset and angry sometimes, but we both knew that their friendship will never be broken and that I knew. Because the rain made them known years ago when children were protected under the gazebo in the park, because the rain had made two years ago to understand that love was not the same as the friendship and because the rain had become mature. Interweaving

wet and cold hand of his friend and his, warm and dry despite the rain, went away together to the home of Crystal .