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<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" class="forumline"> <tr> <td class="cat" width="22%">Autor</td> <td class="cat">Wiadomość</td> </tr> <tr> <td width="22%" align="left" valign="top" class="row1"><span class="name"><a name=""></a><b>px804726</b></span></td> <td class="row1" height="28" valign="top"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="100%"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/Avalanche/images/icon_minipost.gif" width="12" height="9" alt="Post" title="Post" border="0" /><span class="postdetails">Wysłany: Pią 11:17, 15 Kwi 2011<span class="gen"> </span> Temat postu: Life eleven days _1995</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><hr /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><span class="postbody">Life eleven days <br /> <br /> <br /> though the dream faded, disillusionment <br /> rotten fruit of years of integration <br /> but I was the eternal truth, you will certainly meet with you on this side I <br /> cross sailed to the other side of life. <br /> - Tagore <br /> <br /> love is the best thing in this world. <br /> - Hegel <br /> <br /> This is a rope, tied with a string of top stories. <br /> This is the story about the love of life and death, but had actually hate ah, <br /> hate, hate meet too late; <br /> hate, human strange fate. <br /> - Inscription <br /> <br /> a <br /> sunset, Feixia sky, Bacillus desolately. <br /> shivered in the silence of the evening. If Southern Miss <br /> stopped here, and she carried a book and a bunch of roses. This is a cemetery. <br /> the last vestiges of twilight at sunset to do the last fight hay, nostalgia is a life and death like a parting; cricket sounds long and curved, like a hit in the barrier slowly turned on a cow bending and leisurely away. <br /> evening breeze blowing gently,<a href="http://www.toryburchrevaflats.org" target="_blank" class="postlink">tory burch</a>, blowing her dressed in white robes, a hair messy to ask in her thin white face Shaw. Ms. <br /> if a grave down south, look sad, hope the Western sunset long, gently put the bunch of roses on the grave, like fresh roses, a two-year-old life; silent for a moment If the book page by page Southern lit, the flame leaping, flying ashes. <br /> passion for life, love, dedication survive in a book, and now Can not you see? <br /> The message, she smiled, her smile made her young again, you worry, I will see her free, and now I want to know where you are doing How are you getting good ... ... glance, plunged into the mountains of the Shen Jian. <br /> <br /> two <br /> some accidental occurrence of the story, some coincidence. <br /> if the South had just ended when a marriage broke our hearts when the sea January is almost reached the end of his life. <br /> Sea Moon has been a profound bearing in mind a series of numbers, is the memory of first love left him, he had stubbornly put his love serial number as the password. Now in the life at the end of wandering, he feels this is a string of numbers in particular, can not tell the special. this day that he picked up the phone dialed string of numbers, strange thing is there are people actually answer the phone, a girl, but sweet Some melancholy tone. <br /> Sea Moon: > each other's voice remains the same, Many friends are opportunity which can not, and friends are always encountered by chance, is not it? I'm just looking for some of my friends said, I, I just want to talk to her. South: <br /> Life is short almost every day I have nightmares. I very much agree with your feelings. speak, to find a young, healthy people who love life to speak, in my extremely limited their remaining years, I would like to listen to the health of others lives and a better life, and I want my students to tell persistent desire for love a friend to listen, so that everyone can live strong and properly put their love to the world dedicated to his life with a loving family and treat their friends to all the world, a world full of love certainly a heavenly beautiful. However, do not think and talk of a dying stranger will bring you misfortune, no, do not believe. sick mother died, I'm dying all the time she was waiting for her, how I want to hear her speak, to say the words say it, I even have endured the pain of holding a notebook to write down every word she said words, but she has not speak to the last, and I staring her in the eye, I believe that her eyes are talking, but always with tears in her eyes, we not only embrace what cry did not say, really regret it, my mother, she had died ten years. <br /> you said the world must be full of love as bright as heaven, I also believe, and remember that San Mao said that we Everyone should be thankful for, because life is the common people created, no others, can not have our own. There is a sense of loneliness and isolation people. My mother I am particularly special, I'm what requirements are met me. Our family only the mother and my two people, my mother supported with meager wages the family, since leaving school, I have to stay away from the crowd. Now when I see young mother holding a child in active play, I want to cry, really, I can not even imagine my future, though I also young and the young forward is. br> silence. <br /> if the South: very convenient, and now I have some things to do. Network. <br /> Sea Moon: , did not take a step back, take a step late did not happen to meet, that's nothing else to say, only to ask softly: 'Oh, you are here you?' intense love and hate, in fact, her life is full of love and hate. may not have exploits, but without friends, not without friends, find a friend is like a small village to find a spiritual, this small village has never been a friend of the day, no longer lonely, no longer desolate, is no longer a cold. say hello and hurried by, not much want to communicate, but they first met some people together for a talk about that, just like old friends. Remember, <br /> if the South: <br /> Sea Moon: the feeling of love, it should be the feeling of friendship. We need friends, I remember talk about the Japanese writer Yasunari Kawabata, in essence, who was alone, helpless, so we need friends, need to understand the need to communicate. If the South: those who are more comfortable warmth, friendship is the echo between the independent personality and confirmation, friendship, lonely man without independence. > Sea Moon: , is a British bar, it said, 'We have not find a friend is a true friend', friend is a friend, in addition to not rely on anything, nor asked for anything, not interpersonal decorated, not the utilitarian tools, is friends only. <br /> <br />    </span></td> </tr> </table></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2" height="1" class="spaceRow"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/Avalanche/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="1" /></td> </tr> </table>
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