Denise Milani Honey Moon

Cruising Spots Las Vegas

Dark Gray Chapter 1

rained rained like never before, as if from the deepest part of the darkness an evil angel would like to shake with terror the men, the sky was dark as if from hell to treat and lightning, all too often it shone, shone strongly as her loud cry filled the darkness. Just look up was writhing in panic and anguish like a soothing scent that narcotic sedative that was introduced, almost without noticing, by our senses. The mournful cry of the ravens lurking around every corner, which served as the home of bloodthirsty vampires, nocturnal animals that had the name of death written in his eyes. He was accompanied by the comings and goings of strange looks in pursuit of the souls in the middle of the night, just after the dead return to their graves swearing lost life. Threatening and disturbing
The darkness was terrifying, but magic at a time, the vast silence, broken only by the thunder and the cries of souls writhing in hell, empty body rotting in gray and neglected graves, where the vegetation had long since ceased to grow, disturbed the environment with an ironic laugh, happy world of fear of dismay. (...)

An ashtray fell to the floor and a puff of smoke everywhere, now. Eric got up from his chair. With watery eyes and hands are stained rose and lit a cigarette. You could see his clothes torn, a coat to toe in black leather, exposing the white skin of his chest, and pants that allow drawings guess his hip. He was barefooted and with bleeding feet wing approached an open window. The wind ruffled his black hair and a flash of lightning illuminated the mysterious green-eyed gaze.
A tear slid down her cheeks. He thought, casting her gaze wanders through the darkness of the night. She closed her eyes tired. He pushed the window until it heard the crash closing. He spent the curtains. Took a few steps and stood before the altar. He puffed his cigar and the smoke covered his face impassive. He passed his hand over the cold stone as if caressing a woman, quietly, while excited just thinking about that caressed the woman he loved.
inches was removed from the altar. He went back to his chair and leaned back, his back to the bedroom door. She brushed her hair from her forehead slowly. Deep breath and put out the cigarette. Eric had a palísima skin, immaculate, perfect, without sin, coal-black hair, a green-eyed gaze and a fleshy lips bright red, as tempting as every part of your body. It was adorned with silver hoops that made him even more attractive if it were possible that even more. His was a perfect face, beautiful, impassive, like the face of the dead. It was a really solemn face, hypnotic ... devastatingly sublime.
Someone came up behind him quietly. Eric spoke
"I was expecting. You're late. (...)





Excerpt from "Hell" I started writing 16 years ... 11 years and many pages later, this work remains incomplete. Perhaps one day finish it, the idea in my mind, its development and its grand finale ... maybe completely change the language and keep the content but I'd be true to its roots and leave it as it was, as I wrote as a teenager. What do you think, we seek a vocabulary and a more careful drafting or leave to remain herself?

A big kiss and thanks for all your encouraging messages!

Thank You Note For Reatail Interview

I've always known that I am a complicated person and who really loves me you must do so largely because for loving me no q be extremely patient to cope with my arsenal of defects ... so who has years with me is because I really want to be I guess there .. no person to have on hand just for the holidays more than anything because they are often too busy in 60% of the time.
Sometimes I am a pert and open and sometimes I am an extremely withdrawn because of my insecurity above. But one thing that bothers me, I do not know if all the matter with you but I often find myself in my life with people that bother me, make me feel even more insecure, and to make you want to hide your head under the earth, people almost always captivating personality that I will not deny it now, I envy ... and self-confidence that I envy even more. I feel the need to do things and then never do it because I think people will laugh me (sounds childish, I know) but then I see these people do all that I want and I can not and I feel even worse.
These people will make, darken your day with your presence, make you feel, without them even unwittingly, a mediocrity, without the right to breathe without the right to be in the presence of other people. You resign yourself to being a zero when these people come and live believing that the solution is to avoid them. And I truly believe that is part of the solution ... when something hurts you, throw it away. Why would you suffer unnecessarily? Maybe I should deal with it but I know it is a struggle that I have lost.
It could be envy? always I recognize that I am a jealous person and that certainly is a disease which suffers a lot, especially because you will not be because you feel extremely cruel and unhappy. But no. I know that's not it.
Sometimes there is a moment in the timeline in which those people appear voided when you have marked but sometimes it just is. With little knowledge, potential until you fall rather than trying to do ... but do not try because you know it is bad for you and you rot inside.
do not know whether to be a freak for this, or if I'm not really the only person who feels this way, which is the Achilles heel of anyone who can not even imagine until point to someone harms their mere presence ...
The hardest thing is when people you care about to someone who you want. Having to fight with your mind, your feelings, your fears to do no harm to those who do not deserve and never want to hurt.

Anyway ... my mind and me. Or my fear and I ... a big kiss to everyone and sorry for the pain in the ass! read us!

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THE POWER OF A DECISION NEXT YEAR

5 Steps to make smart choices

1 - Define what you want
First we must clarify what we want to do without this, your decision may be wrong
2 - Write
The information is worth more if you leave writing, but, ask a lawyer
3 - Combine Information
Intuition and Judgement Information is the raw material of any decision, and intuition and trial are a very good formula for making
4 - Get ready for action
To achieve anything you must drive, but is only in thoughts
5 - Remember that the worst decision is taken through the fear
Fear paralyzes us, like rabies are not recommended when making decisions
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New year, new life?

Hi, guys! S!!
I promised and here I am again ... after the holidays? The truth is I was hoping to finish this time, I never liked ... since I discovered the truth about Santa Claus and Three Kings have lost its meaning for me. I hate all that stuff of that these parties are q behave ... (I'm good all year!) and the solidarity that you suddenly feel the whole world ... are things that we should apply throughout the year and think about them constantly ( without bitter life, it is clear! all in perspective.)
I do not like family gatherings when there is nobody to collect and I do not like eating at a table surrounded by the silence uncomfortable ... I do not like New Year's Eve where everyone will spend weeks looking for a nice dress and hairstyle deciding and makeup ... the end of the night is ... in particular I became aware that another year ends tomorrow but should not be more than the day following 31 December ... it becomes a day where I realize how miserable my life, my little triumphs and defeats ... my many red numbers more year after year flood my current account and the number of trips that I could do, the many people who have stopped visiting or the time that I'm complaining because I'm on a couple of kilograms or did not find the boots I'm looking for .... the end of the day I've only lost one year time.
And will you forgive me this pessimism and earlier this year, hoping not to be contagious! So changing a bit of pace ... do you have brought the kings? the truth is that this year for one reason or another have been mine more escasitos especially those who have given me :(... there are many things I would have received and I did not but there are also things that did not expect and have filled me with joy at the mere sentimentality that comes over me every day of my life (By now, no school to tell you that is a blip, right? hahaha)
Well, in the first inning of the year I have little to teach you enough to tell although if you want to bore us so soon, for that and will have time, ahem so I leave a couple of purposes that I hope to this year ... probably will not, I will not convince himself that this year will be different, but I'm sure I'll try!

"This year I will spare no hugging and kissing. Spare no feelings ... at the end of the day is the only thing they do not charge!

"This year I'll smile more. At least that my wrinkles are for something!

"This year I will be honest with myself. Enough of trying to believe things no one else sees.

"This year I will try to study! For things that happen in life is something I have not done, let the Red Cross where she was studying for many years and never had the courage to return to school. But this year I try, I overcome my fears and make me the person I always wanted to be.

"This year I will be ashamed to be me.

"This year I will try to avoid impulse purchases! I hate to see the clothes in my closet unworn! I will buy most basic and those clothes "tanbonitasperoparanadacombinables" for another time ... I hope it never arrives!

"This year will trample the Bernabeu, see Cybele Debod temple (which is as close as it is in Egypt for now .. it seems to me ...) and Madrid will know a friend who long ago promised to go to visit (and it almost seems q d in Madrid rather live in Canada!)

"This year .... I'll stop making promises I can not play: (

As you can see a little bit of everything and I have not given any order ... I'll tell you they are true, wish me luck!
I've missed you! Many besin!