Should My 1 Month Old's Poop Be Watery

ardathlili @ 2003-12-06T12: 53:00

Ascending Levanah



E'USCITO !!!!!!!!!!!!
'm so happy! Finally, the book is out!
I'm really touched by the words of those who
started to read and write to me .. sigh
E'un'emozione great.

Here is the cover:

Thanks .. very heartfelt thanks to all those who
I have been close
during the writing of the book, and now
reading it can feel like their
the passion that we have made, smiles, tears
left in those pages. Thanks largely to
Sheanan, my darling, that
shared with me this little dream that will live
important over time are in my heart, deeply
.

Thanks: A
Maya sister and friend, his sincerity constant
to the prayers sung to the soft light of Levanah,
the good wine of the summer nights. In May

: sister of twilight, and the magical glow of our star
Lammas, which marks the end of the sky.
The ancient divine designs of wind on the sand. A

Elissa, my young Fairy and dreams resurrected. Marco Dini

A Sin, for always believing in me.

To all the friends of the court .. and all those who know
to be cradled in my heart.

Dedicated to my mother, Diana, known as
brutal glimpse of darkness and light many years ago, to his love in
as I close my eyes and proceed without error. To my lover
Pan and his fury woodland,
the Wind made up of voices,
air sublime rewound into a thousand desires;
the clear visions in the water. In memory of the Ancient
who have suffered,
redemption of every heart silenced.


part of Grandma Rhea:
I confess that when I received it, so, hot off the press with the reproduction of the painting of Bouguereau that I love so much on the cover, with the names of people whom I love very
, there at the top. White on black ... Well, I felt like I was a child
, on Christmas morning.
excited, touched, proud, curious ... even a little anxious (
when they started to criticize the pseudo trendy witch?) Funny is not it?
But I wound up in front of the book. Of course some will say, as you are bound
Sheanan! Yes, it is also due in part to this. But believe me
I started reading it and I found "my world". I read and hear in his voice calm and mind
hot Beloved friend and brother. I can see him sitting at the kitchen table
tranquil roof Rosa ... Tell us the words you unroll
between cigarettes and coffee ... and I listen to,
eager and willing to learn. Lili
I see, with that smile that alarge eyes and makes you want to hug her close
!
There are concepts in this book, many that there remove the birthmark, but
there is a fundamental thing: the Passion, Love and Faith .... There are
in their, their love for the Gods.
From this post I want to say thanks to them. Thank you for having sacrificed
your free time, giving us a terrific book. Thanks also to Marco Dini
Sin who wrote a preface that touches the heart and has picked up
what is written between the lines of this text. Thanks Sheanan and Ardath
Lili Saturnalia for this gift so precious. I want
well
Rhea, Grandma

Different Bites On Dogs Stomach

ardathlili @ 2003-12-02T00: 06:00


Evening telephone sad
but I put all
to give a little light and serenity
the people I love.
I began to place orders
of the book (it comes in avalanches!
I did not expect!)
and all my pots and bells and whistles ..
will be a long night.
sweet dreams to those who pass by here,
sweet dreams to you that perhaps there never will pass.




I was born in the spring but did not know that to be born neutral, open turf

could unchain storm. So Proserpine

sees slight rain on grass, on the large
gentle grains
and always cries at night.
Perhaps it is her prayer.
(A. Merino)

Transparent Blouse Restaurant

ardathlili @ 2003-12-01T16: 21:00

Grecian Formula Pubic Hair

ardathlili @ 2003-12-01T13: 45:00

Ascending Levanah


Your
long dress that touches the grass, and that your sweetness

who has dressed up the
I 'I recognized my
Donna. From dream
the step was short,
if I followed you do not remember, I dreamed of you without seeing you
,
my lady. Your hands
old
open
slight incline and your fruit,
your soil is rich;
I have not waited in vain,
my lady.
If I followed you do not remember,
effortlessly I thought, I've wanted
without pain,
my lady.
your eyes wide
erase the signs,
look at me and I will not flee,
listen to me and I lean, I smile
not in vain,
my lady. Never
nothing is lost, if I had cold
not remember,
without seeing you I touched
my lady. Yay

Projector For Use In Sunlight

ardathlili @ 2003-11-30T21: 55:00

with Montepulciano .. hic!
This afternoon I finished preparing the last jars of rose oil
.. I'm sure will be fragrant.

My Broom

"My broom with bunch of roses that invites the dark, with a crown of thorns
urging the sky, that the crescents carved silver peep
to Diana. Flying over the roofs of the destruction,
flight while he believes me safe in the nuptial bed.
for him is that other mangy mop my brow,
that handle my hips, tangled brambles that stump
my sex. Ah, I'll fly over the skies of
orange and apricot, red-streaked clouds of pomegranate.
will burn the clouds with my broom and capture wonderful
seeds Persephone with my flaming tongue.
Ah, if I'll burn for this ... but how good will my ashes will be as beautiful and
my broom-tailed comet.''

E. Jong

Old Loggy Buoy Climbing Tree Stand

ardathlili @ 2003-11-30T01: 05:00

Ascending Levanah

reread words .. I see love and a promise.

I'm afraid this time I want it
swelling of dew on the meadows where did you fly
necklaces with gemstones Dawn
knew the flowers in the woods
monotonous singing of crickets
our ideal was clear and simple
I wanted to do Honey bees as
or feed children.
Now I'm here, sometimes fragile and out of place
I protect myself?

Sstomach Virus 6 Weeks

ardathlili @ 2003-11-29T17: 14:00


It is now evening I am here to listen to music,
to let the thoughts fly where they find some comfort. Other times, other
dreams .. But here I just know that I have to kill the love. I have to do. E 'was clear.
Aahaha pathetic! What a great dancing .. I love will survive. In the meantime I
forbidden to my fingers to dial that number.
I hate to put the brakes on feelings.
Today I had to go to london to make arrangements for the event medieval
got a little fever, cmq told me that I will have my place of witch ghghgh
Tonight I dedicate to my candles, the wind has inspired precise prayers.
I would love peace, after the mind has exactly the same power of hands,
not only to grasp the world, but also to change it.
little while ago the sky was clear, but now the light rain washes the garden with deep
cadences on the leaves and there is an aroma clear of wet earth.
cuddly.
If only we could fall asleep in a bed of leaves tonight.

Naughty Birthday Cake Ideas

ardathlili @ 2003-11-29T02: 00:00


- And I knew where it was and thought thee.
And I want you miss
and I saw her in my face -

Jon Cryer Per Episode

ardathlili @ 2003 - 11-29T01: 05:00

Ascending Levanah - The diamond marks the end of a star in the sky -


".. in the meantime something came down on me.
He was sleeping? Sorcery? A spell?
An epilepsy? A daydream?
A pall? hallucination?
vision? The sweet touch of the wings of an angel?
Nothingness? .. "
(Nick Cave)


As a child I was not like others, did not see how the others saw, nor
my passions arose from a common source, and my penis
did not have the same source.
My heart can not awakened to the joy in harmony with others.
everything that I loved, I loved alone.
Then, in childhood, at the dawn of a tempestuous life, I drew the mystery
I still imprisons any abyss of good and evil, and the stream and
from the source, the red rock of the mountain, the sun
enveloped me in his colorful autumn gold by lightning in the sky that suddenly
touched me, broke out next to me by the thunder, from the fury of the rain,
and the cloud that took the form a demon in my eyes,
while the rest of the sky was clear.


you ever entered into the treasures of snow? Have you ever seen the treasures of the hail?

Wearing A Panty Girdle

ardathlili @ 2003-11-27T21: 43:00

Ascending Levanah

How many times I have written many sheets .. .. How many words on a line to give
order to my thoughts ...
My words now entangled in the labyrinth of the mind, words that do not align
more to tell my thoughts ...
not flowing pen to paper, make concentric circles ...
increasingly distant from the core of my mind ... goes round and round ....
a long, slow circle .... always the same words ... no ..
different words for the same thoughts ... to try to understand my inability to write ...
my inability to put thoughts in a row ...
my inability to stop loving.
I think that I will continue to do so is stronger than me.


thank my doll _starlett_ for introducing me here, and for having
always close with his bright smile, farfallinanera and j4mm3r
for their patient help. Let me begin
the pages of this diary with the words of a great poet
: Janet Frame


"From now on, I know more wild.
eaten for many years,
cut, trimmed, branches
forced to the right and left,
I dashed, white flowers blooming minutes:
over the fences fixed face people.
I watch the bees, he picked up the wind.
Strong and bitter is the taste, my
lush foliage.
frowns if people see that I put
still a root. "

I find beautiful, wears a glove tonight.