Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Bushnell 1 X 32 Trophy Instructions

OUTDOOR LIVING WITH PROVIDENCE



My poem recited in video ... PRESS

A DROP TO AIR * Poeta De Torres

Flower and Ray: Light and Love

Soledad ...
Oh, no sir! ***



on a pair of anchors

stuck a reservoir and a miracle came to be
air.


But what problem are those who swim? Well, your destination

mark it fairies.


All resources are an illusion, because the boss
, send
and you know it's God! Therefore

... Silence! That

lips are sealed under calm wind
. Retire
the bottom of your room. Look
dim light inside of you.
Accept your facts if you can not more
and sucking air sounds ... To me!

If the pain or the Euro
incites press you,

nobody's listening or watching dead leaves ...

Me! Come to me!

Pink is a very daring, but we

moves you will tell ... It's mine.
Your misfortune is mine. And


really a plain full of perfumes, with daisies

full of a thousand lights.

Pain, The Euro,
The No, I thought, still the same

but rises!


Jesus Torres Cabezudo Spain, Alicante, February 7, 2009

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