Mere words dedicated to a woman ... Plus, a mother! Write
abscess bursts surely ...
Otherwise forget ... Trying to forgive!
Do more ... seeks woman The perfect man! At the risk of losing you Who knows, you wither ...
Since time immemorial It has only hurt you, hurt you , t'injurier. In these brief moments Pretending to love you truly, he abused
Whether you love only for him has to give. Pantin, disjointed doll You were left alone and neglected, The transitional body, broken, bent A half-naked on the bed sheets stained by For bitterness And so many regrets ...
The love is conjugated in all tenses again should we really love! He has never knew you transmit Neither happiness, let alone affection. Only avalanche of blows In these nights of drinking, wild
dementia ... The years have succeeded All too ugly, ugliest Sometimes, With this single slogan "Be silent, cash Do ... say nothing, not even crying Of your existence As a woman and wife, forget Faced with blows that on you, raining!
Your beautiful flower after the heart was gently closed forever. On man after the death of this freak You're sworn never to return What, with courage, you did For your children, your two kids'.
You're not sitting there in a park on an old bench , A shaky life ... you remember fleeting moments of happiness past Even though he had been there!
You sleep all curled In this bed nursing home ... My hand gently
arises on yours, the greenhouse! strange sensation, more flesh Only withered skin, bone stiffness raspy
I smile at you.
You're missing, already As part if everything was 'finally' finished ... No words, no primer smile In these moments, I curse And tell me, Why not be burnt This bastard?
Young child I was, At the time of these facts ... Eight years! a shitty life, chess, waiting A long, long Otherwise trying to understand, but at least
In me, trying to forgive To a man, a biological father.
It took me waiting to enter In my fifty-seventh year finally dare to forgive ... But have I really forgotten?
few lines ... left on Facebook! Still under the "game of words ... ion
A Streetcar Named Desire ...
There are days when the urge takes you, becomes urgent Te ... relax, to abandon the daily routine, allow yourself to daydream! Do not think that would be bad, in fact ... not only in you, you think ... You'd like! ... But only as a character forget warm, humane, loving, too close to your wife, your kids, to the point of losing your own identity, your life ... "Yes, darling! "T'exécutant tenderly, responding with a consenting amen, you begin to inflate the balls badly! Boulot dodo metro ... you exaggerating a little? No! In you, only hope for tram lines just take you away from a couple of gray, hell! Regain your breath. Alone, we tell you? Yeah you admit! Loneliness although in some heavy moments combines so well with the freedom or at least what is left. Lying on your plumezingue, you put yourself to dream, to hope for better days if the minimum moments of happiness. You press the button of your wildest dreams, softly without a sound, light perception ... A breath of air ... The door opens, t'engouffres you! Where are you? Slowly you realize! Slip your feelings, those in your heart palpitate, invite you, the ones you feel. They move, heckling, jostle and dance. Do not you guys more my dreams. Stop holding your polduk erect, proud, straight as a sword in your hands ... The awkward handjob, it's over! Past your teen crisis, you want to play this in the big leagues! Let masturbation bushels to wriggle acnéeux who at the sight of a thong under a skirt for girls. Your life, your dreams, your desires, your fantasies invite you to follow them ... You have entered this new den of life where libido, instincts, spasms make you squirm with pleasure. Of your foot just resting on the steps, you just do not ... You're welcome my friend! Between you here in the streetcar named desire ... Forgotten asparagus hustler who do, need to spend your sorrel for a whore ... The tram will guide you to a place where you never come out with hunger, where you can take your foot soak and brush will ... Vice, sex and no matter if one calls you an ingrate, an infamous villain ... or Addict, probably you will become and all right-thinking people, Swinger ... you will smile, there you are! You do not want to be this poor hermit, but involved in this world of flesh, of life, where everyone shares (e) Living in hermit ... exults, too ... You just gave! Some thoughts from time to time you come in mind ... Your bourgeois, your kids' ... Yes, a problem! Enjoy outside the marriage bed is not easy in these games when Madame, unwilling to lend, give, give himself, give up. But you know, you're aware of ... not easy to keep harmony in a couple such choices, and yet you persist ... Too late, would you now this poor person only armed with his wham, its biroute, his hound, to his cheerful and want to donate to her ... You're right Arpion will roll Bowls ... You need to go stale if that is your goal, but beware ... It's so easy to forget some definitions and some confused words: Love and Love does not always rhyme! The streetcar doors have not closed ... Of your beautiful lingerie, framed shirts and ties are now tight, preventing "Desire" to start, to fly ... The doors are locked. In you doubt emerges ... lack of insurance or you would you not trust in this world? With an abrupt gesture, you spread your doors of your desires, your future sighs! Desire streetcar he continues his way ... Life is so naughty!
MICHEL
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Dominique Renaud, Julia Wilson, Catherine Giovannoni and 3 other people like this.
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Freddie Sailor lose its identity by loving too .. it's true .... so true.
Question: will or will not go into the world of libertines? If he goes there, does he not lose his identity even more, because it is confused with the word Love love ... love women, love, enjoyment, forbidden love, love ... etc? A ... the long 's there still love HIM? These are questions I'd like some myself respond. Otherwise, wonderful text without an ounce of pornographic vulgarity, everything is suggested, looove! Thanks Michael. View More
October 5 at 09:30 · ·
Freddie Sailor I think loving and Michael are one and one word ...
True It lacks a title to these few lines ... Let's go, in joy and good humor, I opt for the latter: QUESTIONS ... myself to you all! @ Freddie ... I love your words "I believe that loving and Michael are one and uniq ue word ..." In what sense should take it like a caress or a nasty scratch? So simple answer: So many ways to love no, I say once precise and more ... No one deserves to be exaggerated either good or bad ... The love of others can give, be transmitted by gestures and caresses of a sexual nature, but also with simple kisses and made to march in unison, hand in hand ... Each (e) adopt its way of living, giving, loving and forward, depending on what he or she is ... and its own truth! If so slightly, we hold ... This truth! @ Carine ... Your reasoning on the merits is interesting ... By dint of loving too much, it is possible to lose and no longer love each other! Like what the search for the holy grail ... Each (e) his own vision, his own version! View More
Yes Michael! And also a very important word after the love, respect, both of oneself as the other! Never one to impose a way of life which bears no relation to the underlying personality that is a. I say not as ... I might reveal some things lived. I think you can take the comments of Freddie as a "pat, at least that's how I feel. Hugs to you Michael and good evening to Freddie and the entire world. View More
Catherine Giovannoni love at any price and especially to feel loved and wanted, to love outside the rules established for ... more taboo it is forbidden and better, love to lose, to die, This beautiful text finally speaks only of love! And what flavor with slang that sprinkled like pepper on a steak! Michel Bravissimo! and Freddie is right: love and Michel are one word! Yet another word: THANKS.
It is true that the scale of use of the word love is vast, and this goes from cream puff, love fusional , like the cow for her calf, to love each other for what he brings to our series and only ... nly satisfaction by consuming and not that of the other, And then there's the one I name the Divine Love, which implies the total gift of self to another, and in Love for Love ! At that stage, Love always brings love, where everyone is the subject of love for each other! The Art of Love is learned if desired, as long as we accept letting go of all our beliefs and get in touch with our "heart-consciousness" It is never too love! Plus we give love, you get more and more we trust Self and the Other, or so it is not love! The relationship to the Love makes entirely free; jealousy is the opposite of love; learn to love ourselves and we learn to love each other! View More
October 5, 18:38 · ·
Sergi Loving the Pan one for himself in respect of its diversity!
October 5 at 18:40 · ·
Sergi Pan By loving each other really, what is lost is only the illusion of character that was played previously in existence; By cons at the same time, little by little, it is our real Being of Love that arises in our soul!
October 5, 18:48 · ·
Dominica Renaud Yes it's true that solitude and freedom come together well since we add love and friendship which is not incompatible!
Nathalie de Courreges a desire to escape, leaving the train train, take the streetcar of dreams, find love, there are a few of your aspirations in all that supports it .... loneliness? that sucks 'To freedom? Seeking true love?! we're not all in the same quest?! I think if we have these common points:) Thank you Michael!:)
October 5, 22:42 · ·
Naive Naivete wrote a beautiful, full of metaphors! language is there to try to counter the state of alienation of human beings! in a couple or in everyday life! the words speak for themselves! This text reflects a search for life richer, an unlikely search for love! absolute! especially Michel takes the right tram! thank you!
October 6 at 10:26 · ·
Freddie Sailor a text cluttered with beautiful words and love .. a moment of happiness ... Thank
Ghislaine Mata Magnificent Michel text .. I recognize you in your words, your life .. I hope you are able to find your way without losing you my friend ..
one friend that I will not cite the name of respect ...
Finally it is love that every day is surely more difficult to live with a capital A and even a little one, but I do not teach you anything. We must be imaginative, inventive and patience to keep the valiant flame. But this famous streetcar named desire does not travel in our dreams. Desire it is he who keeps us alive. In our dreams and fantasies, everything is easy and permits, all the crazy things are possible. The key is to keep believing. I think we need to know without getting lost, and never forget but it's never too late to live nosdésirs. We are indeed two to love and one can not love by identifying with each other but keeping its identity and making their own choices. Watch Your Enthusiasm is not a solution but never think about yourself is not ideal. I think the concept of mutual respect is essential but it is often easier to give than to receive. You're right too when you talk about different ways of loving, they all have value but they do not go in the emotions and gestures as they pass by the words and sometimes can be born of misunderstanding. It is difficult to love, to love well. There are of course wonderful moments in love where you would like the clock stops, but they are so fragile they become elusive. Michel I forgot to comment on your text, it is very nice but I felt like diving deep through that door that you had open, do not be mad! I hope we will have the opportunity to talk again soon ...
And to finish the one for whom I have great esteem: Vallis
cuckoo Michel
I do not understand what it means "Michel Roux you scored in a photo"
