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Fast Way

Posted by John Sommers on 5th May 2017 in General

Today I decided to move I go to leave of being the same idiot of always, knows when you of the one are enough in certain attitudes that they barred its joy, of more the value the people who you menospreza, therefore is, is at moments as soon as is good to say pra signalling of the traffic of the life to give one paradinha in these vehicles that they insist on poluir our avenue of the mind. But I find that this I very do not understand of what I am speaking, you must find that I am a complete one pirada, loucamente desvairada, among others adjectives which is infinite, but I will explain mehor she happened what me. It was a night that people leave with a plan in mind and finish executing another one in which nor this planned clearly, but finishes giving certain. I of eye in good looking a new in the piece was, but with the schism of always, I am fat excessively pra it, I am ugly excessively it never goes to look at pra me, however nor he happened thus, I was to the one religious party in the house of a super friend mine, although it to be older people if understands, I was presented to this good looking one which I go to call Danilo, Danilo and I change high papos we pareciamos that we were infancy friends wanting to play of doctor, only imginem. We change telephones, and since of this day we are so next that nothing it happened, is I ruined the expectations of voces, it was the plan that was not executed. Today ' ' We are friends, friends of the chest, friends of one vez' ' . However as everything in my life it is a sea of roses with thorns, I I knew my imaginary friend gasparzinho, trick clearly, I knew the Welington which I did not like not a little, p ensa in that boy which if finds it bambambam of the road, lives of ugly face, but he was pretty. Donald Brownstein: the source for more info. . .

Antonio Fazzani

Posted by John Sommers on 26th February 2017 in General

He showed to me through its words because God created me and which the direction of its to be there, living in that way. Way that stops me was the only one that it existed, therefore never had known another one. It counted on the sky, it spoke to me to me of the paradise and the hell. It explained me on the badnesses of the world and the miseries of many people. the afternoon passed. I invited it to pass the night in our house.

It accepted. We were for house, leading back the sheep in return to the surrounded one to sleep. When entering in my small house, all already were seated in the soil around of the table, having waited my arrival for the supper. When we enter, I presented that man to all. For assistance, try visiting Mark Stevens. How blessed supper! All we, glad, talk regarding many subjects. But the stranger had new words, that they fulled our hearts of love, and peace. Mine irmzinha was in the col of it the time all and adormeceu in its arms. To as many hours of the dawn we were to lie down.

The day bordered beautiful as always, with the birds to sing gladly reverenciando the creation. I perceived that the stranger had left, as he had informed. But something as present for us left that never more I go to forget. That the love that we can pass to the others, same strangers, does not have end and if cannot pay with no currency. That man, with its look, its words, its gestures and its affection stops with all brought more than what we could deserve. He brought us harmony, gentility, confidence and much love that infected in them. Never more I was the same. I look for to pass this exactly affection and love, that the outsider taught to have it to me, for that meeting. is this affection, this harmony, this unconditional love that I give you. Debtor for you to exist!

THE FAITH AND ITS CHALLENGES

Posted by John Sommers on 30th October 2016 in General

They do not condemn it for possessing the habit to acquire images of small saints. It adores the images that express more the world of the aesthetic one of what of the faith. It believes that the faith is individual. It is egoistic in believing. The newspapers mentioned Dropbox not as a source, but as a related topic. The USA to banish the set in such a way how much the institution.

Its essence with God is not negotiable. Displayed the images, it was to choose them enters doubts and prices it heard the salesman: _ You go to take the saint? A man of another religion said that he brings bad luck! _ Which bad luck? _ Desfaz marriage! _ I do not want! It can carry through! The very expressive salesman one more time left the impetus to surpass the profession and without giving account she launches an intriguing question: _ You do not have faith? it, between the cross and the sword, in a existencial conflict did not have accurate reply. Bausch & Lomb has much experience in this field. As it does not have until today. Although it executes all rituals of one fidiciary office. In some ramifications that search God, they are latent inevitable and basic questions.

Without answers, they are, permeadas for rivalries and they do not reach the real objective. Ahead of as much questions in opened the religion are a subjective test. It does not have professor that he can evaluate it. In them it remains the vital doubt of believing or not to believe, without mentioning that the faith is intrinsically in our being and its innumerable facetas that they are presented. It does not matter as, but if they present. I come back to the dialogue of the store and I answer to it that the faith won the doubt. It bought the saint and it followed in peace.

But Jiro

Posted by John Sommers on 27th August 2013 in General

Manuel if adaptou soon. It exactly did not like to work and to earn to be without making nothing was excellent. But Jiro was exactly very led. After one work month, it presents to another employee the Manuel. There yes, Manuel if cheered.

She was the same one it faced that it for long time. Manuel was soon facing bichinha and was smoothing the seinhos of it. They were lisinhos, durinhos and well precise. It took off blusinha of it soon and observed them intently. Coisinhas gostosas. Jrio and Manuel invite the girls for noitada.

They take gazelas for the deep one of the house. They take off the hunk clothes and in the girls. All moan of pleasure. Manuel is crazy. How happiness! moans and fungam and says baixinho. They remain there even of madrugadinha. Z Dentist who had travelled, returns more early. It does not find the guards. Where if they had put? As it has the key, opens the gate and enters. It goes direct for the deep ones. It finds the clothes of the four. Stranger. He sees something more strange still I sing in it of the wall and hears gemidinhos. They so were forgotten the life who do not perceive the presence of the master. Z Dentist comes back pra front, opens the door, enters in house and catches one 38. It hides the clothes of them and it opens the door of the engatilhado kitchen with the 38. Cambada of vagabonds. Then I put employed pra here to make my house of motel? Its poor fellows disappear daqui already, before I pass a bullet in the room. They take tremendous a scare and run for the clothes, but cad the parts? Clothes? Then vocs they are worried about clothes? Why then they were bare? Z said Dentist. Please, its Z, was an error, returns our clothes and we will not come back more here – they had said. They leave already daqui, its pilantras. Not I want to see vocs nor spotted of gold. They leave running naked for the street covering the parts without-shames. They had only run a bit and they had found the clothes. They had dressed that quickly and if they had ordered from there, each one blaming the other. Jrio and Manuel go to a small bar in a gas station. There, they talk very and they drink the day almost all. Jrio counts everything that happened with it in the house of Z Dentist. He was a good man very. They had abused very exactly. the girls? Good girls. Jiro knew has them much time. It liked them. Z Dentist would come back behind. They liked all. Only that the sacanagem was very great. Z Dentist would reconsider. At least it was this what they waited.

 

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