aristofene

Time does fly when you are having too much fun. I have been traveling all this time, and thus was not able to make an entry for my friends in the SG world. I'm at an internet cafe zipping on vodka tonics!!! They are great you should try them, one day. I'm tired of this traveling through northeastern Europe... Does someone want to come along?...
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ROAD TRIP!!!!! I love to go on road trips. You, always, meet interesting people. as well as. interesting places. We are going to New Orleans through the back woods of Louisiana. Hopefully, We meet a Witch doctor of Santeria, who would cure all my malignities. Also, Hopefully he would give me the keep to find the answers to the questions; I have been asking for...
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hmm I love days when you just sleep and stay in bed all day... This is one of those days. Where is everyone? Someone tell me something

Hola SG friends... I'm feeling a little more optimistic. The architecture here is great (pics to come soon) I love old building and old stuff.... Sweet aroma of a brighter horizon... later dudes

I wanted to add some poems for you dudes,

Only When


You only want me when
the sun has drifted off to sleep
and the opalescent moon,
through the clouds does creep....
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No bueno mates, I'm here in a new place. I wanted to be here for the longest time,but now that I'm here. I do not want to be here... Why is it that we, always, want that which we do not have? We are, always, in the pursue of that, which, we do not have. Then, once, we obtained it we feel like it's not...
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Well Im a poet lost in the bottomless pit of this place called army. I tend to look at life with an opaque pair of spectacles. I guess my window has turned yellow, since I have moved here, but hey! The choice we made dictates our reality And I guess this one is mine I have to find the right spark to ignite that fire...
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For those times, we have dangerous emotions


Like a summers day ornament

I want to leave you a promise warp
In pieces of my skin, that when the wasp
Flap of its winds, Ill penetrated your forest
That dark, mystique, and moist, with the morning
Dew of your sweat, foliage and infiltrate
The intimacy of your mouth of honey with the
Dryness of my tongue...
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You are on your own

Decadence is prohibited! You are on your own, now!!! You cannot let this get to you, one more time. This, really, has perforated you profoundly. There have to be a way to get you out of this misery. If I call, would you pick up the receiver? You are on your own, now!!! There is so much I want to...
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Triste pena
I remember clearly the moment my innocence was devastated like ant hill under someone's step, or maybe, it was dissolved like papyrus in vinegar. I can't decide for simile. I felt my universe was shattered as a crystal vase, when I was told I wasn't a poet. Poetry would not put food on my table, nor does literature; I, most probable, would end...
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It's time to ponder on this pasted year. I have been in this country called: Iraq for a year now I can't truly say I lived here. I was here, of course. The scar on my forehead would not let me forget, that the lady wearing black Prada came and kissed me on the cheek. I would have like to experience this part of the...
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