Achieved in the academic and life satisfaction of his own. In this period, he also began to multiply, and A simple touch, the more able to understand each other. The son of Mexican confirmed A simple really, in some respect with their similar character, he gradually learned Ah simple primary, now has always been a good student, obedient children, a
Learning and working in a serious and responsible, but some stubborn woman children, but gentle and pleasant, knowing the book is still up to management and considerate of her main strengths. With the two contacts, more and more like the Mexican children get along with the feeling of two people, when Mexican Association of conversation at this time many children,
He began to put some context and on their families, the mother told A simple idea , and Jane always considerate of A pair of bright eyes Mexico friendly warmth to children. Zimo will from time to time To? Lesson? A simple, but usually not very fun with other people Ah Jane never angry, just laugh. Chien also? Education? Sub
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E ink and two buddies feel the same quarters in particular come together, all three feel at home, three people are always group activities, quickly and with his classmates got to know each. At night, three people then? Force? A classmate invited us to dinner. Four people mentioned in the chat inadvertently A Jane, Jane A female student and the
Original university classmate, a better understanding of nature. Zimo only at this time to know the number of A simple case, just simply has not talked about A boyfriend, two roommates buddy actually agreed to chase me, I did not respond to female students on the right We say, degenerate son of Mexican and Argentine differences appropriate, their personality is
Too similar (as a child first entered school as some ink or shy, honest boys), not complementary. This statement to the sub ink impressed, and perhaps make a decision on future Zimo have produced a certain role, of course, stick to the original Mexican love child brings is certain? Antidrive?. After the initial stage into the new environment, subink gradually
The entire stage like the one covered with gold leaf of the woods like water into the moonlight the United States instant enveloped the audience exudes Bell faint glaucoma. Like a nun’s face.
Ballet is a dream not speech the sorrow of a dreamin Geshi stage silently slowly flowing like in a church the Mass has ended the candle has been withdraw the priest’s black robe disappeared behind the confessional and hymns of the notes remained in the dark church roof wrapped the body in the Passion of Jesus next to they also pray for the life of outstanding and asked … …
When the girl’s toes point from the moment they are in silver baton the body engraved in the tilt between the flow into the soul of the rivera river of sorrow a religion of the River.
William Butler Yeats wrote: Let her dance through her dance let her dance through her dance! Reality is too narrow even narrower than the road of poetry poet extremely sad and thinking about it: Let her finish
During the day she wanted the one who has been knocked Tin Drum refuse to grow up children. But she has no chance from Günter. Glass was the ladder leading to the kiln rolled down drums failed to protect her childhood did not retreat the colors. Then skin under clothing under the crack in the real touch smash outside in the public eye.
So when night fell looking stiff look of the walls show a weak moral rebuke turned away she finally boarded the opportunity for the inner soul of the stage. Like Alice. Walker’s novel The Color Purple in the Maria when all the violence and Lin disgrace fell to the ground due to exhaustion she obtained a temporary liberation. In this short space Limaliya picked up a pen to write to God and ask: Why all this? God’s silence he never stamped. Then asked to become the soul of the solo.
Ballet is the most depressed I’ve ever seen the most beautiful art. When the lights gradually sadly young girls exposed silver finger just crimson curtain sad to overflowing
Like a suburban girl broke free strict calendar clocklike mother’s eyes the gap in the window to flee. No eaves of the confusion there is no greasy dishes. Wind chimes in the distance quiet air and grass and blend into a blue glass carefully stepping on the footsteps of her floated just been washed quiet of the moonlight in the eyes of negligence by the edge of a corner of the world the soul from the body toward the silentthe ubiquitous spaceleaving their fate to God leisurely cloud head looking down the earthto play the music such as v. endured.
Ballet is the most I’ve ever seen the art of femininity. Ballet is a woman late at night in prayer did not respond to prayer. Only ballet to degenerate into a form of story plot degenerates into the background and let themselves become the content only content.
With religion as life as an emotional woman completely free from the mundane out so intoxicated the soul is located in the inquiry asking among the memorial.
Not been strangled and her delicate mind stepping on the footsteps of the tip as the wind swept from the earth. Ballet for their glimpse of the back of left.
Winter for years I was in Shanghai for Christmas by nature a romantic husband took me to see ballet. Although not seen south of the winter snow but also the biting cold. I was wearing winter clothes sitting in the theater when the light gradually faded noisy gradually sink deep in the eyes of dreamy scene.
Ocean blue background glow like overflow let me into the person painting the illusion of Kathmandu. Music has not sounded like birds such as the wings of a young girl silently floated center stage like sea shells hazy textures flowing Sha Yi as ethereal as the Heavenly Lake. Me instantly into a thick coat over the screen can not be more than resistance the spacetime abruptly to split into two in the world. Horror hit meI was witnessing a dream! Get rid of the body of the soul in solo.
Sad soul
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Jul.29,2010