Seal Binoculars Drivers

My mind wandered elsewhere and according to my wishes, in this friendly city, these streets the four seasons.
a time when the neon lights, where the sun sail, the crowd hurried on and slap on the tarmac of the rhythms of samba. Carnival of faces, feathers and wool, the wind stained cheeks, defies bold and laughs at his mischief.
I hung more, counterflow winds, having fun with a stole swollen and proud, indomitable a hat, a sketch of a face.
The day faded gently stretched and lit the lamps, the fireflies golden body, from their sleep by an alarm clock mutineer.
Ballet on smooth walls, figures to the surface, shadows glided around me, catching up on the pavement. I am surprised such a child, Chinese with them, savoring the moment, ignoring the chill. And then three notes
fleeting, powerful and sensual, arrived from nowhere to make me shudder. Effluvia-going up the alley uproar of the senses, olfactory delights, my mouth salivating, welcoming this bouquet as a frosted dessert.
I followed their wake, hoping to get close to the source fragrant, wanting eyes reach these flavors exhaled.
After a few steps, volatile and evasive, the three notes left me without further explanation, keeping their sweet secret and carrying concealed.

Why Does Soy Milkspoil

Bubbles ... Bubbles ... bubbles! New challenge

inspiration for this session was the banner of Miss Bubble Blog, this is what came out:

- Strolling in my bubble Nim ':


- Pink Grunge Miss Bubble :


- Bubble Kit Mamy Blue :


- Choco Strawberry Vero :


- While mild Scooty :


- Bubblr Gum Dejen :


- Bubbles of fun Droopette :


- Old Rose Timounette :


- Gourmandise Margote :


- Gift Krizomel :


And now, open your eyes, here are the pages;)

That of Poupy :


That of Bouille :


That of Vero :


Those of Marilyne :




That of Nim ':


That of Mamy Blue :


That of On Ylian :


That of Scooty :


Those of Valé :




That of Mihiana :
That of

Soleen :


That of Miss Bubble :


Have fun! And do not forget to leave short comments on blogs and show your pages, it is always nice! ;)

Bicycle That Looks Like A Motorcycle

Notes On the wave of today

time flowing, time line
We bullies, we model
opposite side scatters
furrows shovel
Life goes by, life
We piercing ice, we reversed our
fuzzy body hostage
From its evils in our hearts like rain
crystals

Ecrins fragile and delicate of all words or awkward
Skilled
Love dance, love starts
We prevails, we shade
Sacred Fire, crazy trance
To eyes in which drown
Our dreams and our doubts
time that we did Our lies not
routed
Our weaknesses, our missteps
Living again
touch with one hand raised hesitantly
Tomorrows
Like young love
Sweep the sand
The scum of our sorrows
write Y
ballad Of all our joys.

Making Sweet Popcorn In A Popcorn Maker

Scene Fall

Now the wind picks up and drops it. Hunched and immobile, rocked by the hiss that breaks the silence. Wind is the wolf, the wolf is invented.

the hollow of his arpeggios, at the height of his rhythm, it melts into melody, bubbling notes inaudible. There she
to hear, as he is to wear them. They swell and stretch it to blow up the throat. Not an echo, not a whisper.

Singing wings, takes his pain, storm off. Behind the door on the ground rumbles, the rain that beats. Drops seep, flooding the floor.

knees in the puddle, it flaps its sponge dark doubts liquefied.