Posted on 01/19/2005 9:51:40 AM PST by Mo1
Most Chileans won't touch the things...only in the north, near the border with Peru...you can find cuy in Arica, Chile's northern most city.
*chuckle*
Older women tend to be more 'settled in' to who they are as a person.
Since 99.99% of the women my age that I've run across are not worth even looking at let alone speaking to, that leaves those older than I to consider.
I never watched The Graduate either.
The Graduate is worthy of your time.
Dated now, but still worth viewing, imo.
Okers!
,Now that looks really weird.
awwww.... poor Maia. I know you must be feeling sad and worried for her.
Beautiful pic Gran - the scene looks idyllic. Yall will be so happy there.
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Take the "Dante's Infernor Test"
Dante's Inferno Test ^
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-religion/1356078/posts
Dante's Inferno Test - Impurity, Sin... and Damnation
http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
good night
I just saw the movie Finding Neverland. It was wonderful!
Memory
(Daylight, see the dew on a sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses wither away
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day.)
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.
Memory. All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters and soon it will be morning.
Daylight. I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin.
Burnt out ends of smokey days, the stale cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning.
(Sunlight, through the trees in summer
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading.)
Touch me. It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.
Aw, man.
RIP, sweetie - you'll live on in your folks' hearts.
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