A week ago ... My dream 
Get up and see that smile, that you speak their language and everything for it's beautiful.
Besides the beach and sun with the children and their outings.
was a week in which not miss anything about my house, actually bah if only my shower! if it sounds weird but it was only that. Besides my girlfriend, but as she is with her family away I'll miss being everywhere. While I was away from her, a good time. I wish I could be there again ....
She is the woman of my dreams lately, Laura Pausini became immensely Platonic love my infatuation po r she is getting bigger.
dreams in my life have always been rare, since I always go on my grandparents' house, even with the most diverse examples: Florencia de la V was you to me and I was married and in marriage and gives me ba tips, Moria Casan, sitting in the living room of my grandparents as if the lady of the house and all my family around her. She was the daughter of Gillian Anderson, Agent Scully of the X-Files and something I appeared in the series.
Laura Pausini My dreams never n erotic forum, not kissed or played, as much slept beside him, that was all ... Yesterday I dreamed of something different, something I felt, those dreams that you are turning the whole day in the head to get you the question was whether they were dreams or reality, obviously knowing it was her assumed it was a dream but the way I felt made me mad all day and until today we still have running around my cabeza.El dream, one of the most beautiful of my life. Knew it, my dream that next year I want to accomplish, because it is one of those dreams where you have a little faith and some money can be made. I went to Buenos Aires to her, hugged her and told her I LOVE YOU ear very gently, she told me not to say it if you did not feel it and I told him that if they really felt and looked at me and kiss me, I feel that kiss on my mouth still ... Then return to see in concert gives me a white carnation from the stage while singing "Live me" while I look out the top. It makes you sign one of security to remove me and took me to the side of the stage and then I watch the whole concert. All this looked like I was living, was all too real. Then I awake and my mind not to think of everything you dreamed and what I want to become a reality ...
My teacher 
She's my fourth grade teacher, Mary Julia Prieto. The remember like it was yesterday passing recess hugging her waist. I frame. All that year spent recess with her. The next year, passing grade but begged not to go inside to see her again and be with her another year ... followed at school, and all the breaks went to visit, told her things, helped her with someone else, I have few memories of that year ... but look , your voice, and touch not forget them. The next year I change the schedule and she left the school, as far as the city too. I'm dying to see her again and could tell you I LOVE YOU . Because when she signed the photo I said "I always liked the stories and adventures of your dog." I'll always remember your arms about my waist. I want. thy womb, Julia M. "
Get up and see that smile, that you speak their language and everything for it's beautiful. 
Laura Pausini My dreams never n erotic forum, not kissed or played, as much slept beside him, that was all ... Yesterday I dreamed of something different, something I felt, those dreams that you are turning the whole day in the head to get you the question was whether they were dreams or reality, obviously knowing it was her assumed it was a dream but the way I felt made me mad all day and until today we still have running around my cabeza.El dream, one of the most beautiful of my life. Knew it, my dream that next year I want to accomplish, because it is one of those dreams where you have a little faith and some money can be made. I went to Buenos Aires to her, hugged her and told her I LOVE YOU ear very gently, she told me not to say it if you did not feel it and I told him that if they really felt and looked at me and kiss me, I feel that kiss on my mouth still ... Then return to see in concert gives me a white carnation from the stage while singing "Live me" while I look out the top. It makes you sign one of security to remove me and took me to the side of the stage and then I watch the whole concert. All this looked like I was living, was all too real. Then I awake and my mind not to think of everything you dreamed and what I want to become a reality ... 
She's my fourth grade teacher, Mary Julia Prieto. The remember like it was yesterday passing recess hugging her waist. I frame. All that year spent recess with her. The next year, passing grade but begged not to go inside to see her again and be with her another year ... followed at school, and all the breaks went to visit, told her things, helped her with someone else, I have few memories of that year ... but look , your voice, and touch not forget them. The next year I change the schedule and she left the school, as far as the city too. I'm dying to see her again and could tell you I LOVE YOU . 
