a little while ago some friends wrote to the stork ... and after a few months expected to come into the world of Gabriel, a lovable Bebot. To announce its arrival ... I called and told me that she posed in the garden ... and so with camera in hand I ran to make some pictures. So it was like
Hello friends ... sorry for not posting earlier! I have so much to tell and show, but I ran out of camera and it seems wrong to publish other stuff without showing the gifts I received. These came from me Carolina by the "International Friendship" to organize me at Sarah Kay Club
inter The slogan was to send a box or a bag of Sarah Kay I received from my friend all these precious gifts
Actually I was surprised with each gift ... received a lot little things that are a great treasure for me! also come from a person I admire a lot
Many, many napkins ... very nearly the whole package, thanks friend for thinking of me and send them to me so warmly. also tell them that I am slowly catching up with all messages, patience .. are many girls that I have to visit and comment ... and not longer .. I better get to visit me! a huge big kiss to the next.
hearts I think is very significant gift ... I made these to give away to some friends and people who conosco. I love this fabric roses find it .. very romantic and feminine!
also share with you these pretty little words that contain a lot of what I think, hope you like!
Friendship (from Latin amicus, friend, that comes from love, to love) is an affectionate relationship between two or more people. Friendship is one of the most common relationships that most people have in life.
As an abstract concept, is usually considered a deep, ineffable feeling of affectionate concern for another person. friendship is shown in the concern for his friend, interested for their welfare, their problems and achievements.
A friend is one who is at all times, that lifts you when you're dropped. Is in trouble where friendship is tested: "Only the danger is known the true friend." Friendship occurs in different stages of life and different degrees of importance and significance. True friendship lasts a lifetime.
Today I dedicate this post to my friend verader @ s @ s!! thanks for the concern ... the text messages and emails, then tell them what happened to me. A great big kiss and thanks for keep visiting.
hear in this program as homage to the launch of "paper light" of the poet and friend Javier orphan whom the February 12, 2010 died after struggling for 7 years with a painful disease. Orphan Javier presented his book "Light of paper" on 15 December 2009 in the Casa del Quindío, in Bogota. That was his last public appearance here and listen to your words. Orphan
Javier was born in Calarcá, Quindio, Colombia in 1959, was a poet, painter, cultural manager: He earned his living as workshops and bookseller. He lived in Ciudad Bolivar, south of Bogota, as he said, "where supposedly living poets." He built his house, his dreams and those of many people and formed libraries in your area. published the poetry books: Visions, 1984 Child of Love, 1985; presence of shadows, 1985; One is in the day and sleeping, 1986, then pray that the road is long, 1996, Here I am in my high place, 1997; The word has not forgotten, 1998, to reserve their hands, 2002; The family had rented the Calarcá, 2002; Animal flight want to be, 2002, the night how widow bird, 2004, Who said that darkness does not is another light, 2006, Light Paper, 2009. Her poems have been translated into English by the writer Leslie Wirpsa.
Here are some of his poems:
in pain I resist the stubbornness of the wind, rose petal without saying that there was such love my papers and the long silence of a poem. the evening of Saturday with some sunshine, had eyes for joy as the kiss to desire. Everything was afraid of living bodies in the cries of the closed mouths, palp in the fatigue of a small fire that again uproots the earth without dust. **********
You die a
Dies With the complacency of the walls Daily strung lights spin, round and round. Winds flirt to cold windows. Outside
pigeons go No matter the trail of men. is dying a death all its own. In good hands is made of dark and groans in the broken dream a nightmare, the pain of a weight on the back No is more than a ton of humiliation. One
fades. One leaves the mouth without the possibility of kissing, This is the night with their roots at infinity, Without light you can shake the skin. You die alone and always wall. **********
embarked
One day my dreams where
have not stopped dreaming.
(are vague eternal vacuum)
other day there'll be kisses
With only hours and parked with sad jester Mask
Best ********** not to kill the clock
sites
not tell me
with hours
********** Yet
a lot of time traveling
revealed by way your kiss in saliva bubbles
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silhouette of this evening uncomb the secret music air aimlessly
After 
