CONTENTS OF THIS VOLUME:
1. Glass bubbles - Dablín 2. With the help of an angel - Nady Maguiña 3. Heart heart - Aurora Seldon
5. Angelic Christmas Miracle - Adriana F. Martínez C. 6. Millefiori - Netsu 7. Priorities - Barbara I. Olvera Montero 8. Realities - Tasalandrei
9.Reflexiones for a night of Christmas - Capandres 10. Midnight Rose - Hisui
Makino ... and certainly one I forget, know 
apologize ... -_-
To tooodos XLASH members.
To my affiliates: Original Size (of y0misma) Literature Infernal (of Selene18) Night of the fallen, The
embrace of the night (erea and his staff) Inferno Dolce (from
Luxuria), for all Fanfics and other herbs (Tensai and Paris),
all the guys from Los Malos Fics and Divine Decision (from
Laura). And for those who follow my novel, Between Heaven and Hell from the blog His was the Kingdom. If I
^ ^ Today I bought two new games: VAN HELLSING and WAR HAMMER (or something). Yes, I'm pretty masculine with respect to games. I like action. Although because of CASTLEVANIA LAMENT I created a small phobia of zombies: HOW TO LOVE THE CASTLEVANIA LAMENT! Highest level : THE MYSTERY OF THE MOON PAGODA. Haha, who puts names to the levels? But the pagoda is great. And the theater! Gorgeous! Filled with mazes and labyrinths y. .. U ¬ ¬ _ mazes 
Great game: D Leon ... ^ __ ^ Slash 2009
Dedicated to AlexandriaJzMc
Origin_EyaoiES group and homoerotic collection have a new challenge for next February 14 in commemoration of Say San Valentiny to the departure of our beloved AlexandriaJzMc.
This time we want something very special and therefore we have opened up many opportunities to get involved:
Free Stories set in
Valentine Story Continuations Continuations in stories
request features written
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good that I have done this livej. to express and meet friends with the style GALS! I am Otaku jjibueno heart but I have my dash and porsupuerto Loli GALS latter to hit me too hard ... ^ ^! Since I'm seeing
SUPER GALS! this series of ANIEME guide! stung me to the bug ^ ^ ejeje and like this all the jargon I decided Habar EZPAÑOLIZIMA ojojoj with jargon that is so cool .... XD
paginilla That if this re Keita because I do not Muchu of livej. so if I help is welcome ^ ^ ^ ^
ok I put that info for me to know a little bit:
Name: Cynthia
Nickname: Kagome, Ishijoyi, Yumi, forums lolis: Alice_carrusel and finally Miyu! Jojo ^////^
Age: 2 ...... 1 ...¬¬ that!! -_-
Nationality: Chilean
spends time: sleeping, going out there or look shoppinia the centrillo.
Favorite Color: Pink ^ ^
jijiijj Well no more to ue so bye ....
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bye! Besitos
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When I woke up That morning, the first thing I did WAS Taking the big piece of paper under my pillow and asleep reading it: "Circus from the Moon - In your town next week." Well, it WAS Monday at last.
breakfast Mum Had Already Prepared When I stepped Into the kitchen. I ate Quickly, distracted by clowns making jokes in my head. When I finished it, I ran to the backyard to pick up my little bicycle. Before I left home, Mum Gave me a kiss over the eyes and Said Something about lunch, the golden parrots, take care and have fun.
I Moved Through the dusty road nicely, straight to the hills. The air WAS delicious, clear and perfumed by the spring hanging on the trees. The Sun WAS high, shining up in the sky. Therewas an only tiny cloud in a corner of the blue roof.
I had just crossed the bridge over the red river when I reached the place where the big tent was waiting.
Everything was calm, everyone seemed to be snoozing. I forgot about my bicycle and walked up to the edge of the purple tent. A golden parrot in a cage was the sentinel of the entrance, it was snoring.
Quietly, I passed by the sentinel and got inside the tent. It was so dark inside; I couldn’t see anything at first. It was cold. I walked slowly until my feet recognized the sound of the sand. I was in the centre of the arena.
I examined the air over my head; I could see something up there, a thin white line. An uncertain creature was walking over it. I figured out that it was an equilibrist, a girl of silver skin. I was mesmerized. She seemed to be weightless.
Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of the line. She looked down and I could see her deep blue eyes. She smiled for me.
My heart stopped for a long second. The next moment I was riding my bicycle back home. I felt strange; terrified, I thought.
Now that I remember this, I see that it was the first time I fell in love.
There is a trace of perfume that claims to be new. The janitor, bucket and mop in hand, ready to secure the low gloss of the tiles next to the window. Tables and has runchairs that had to be out for even bright sun and moon. We stop to look, before the water hits the floor. I ask you to go to the formicario what is necessary to stock and install a thin dotted border around barefoot footprints, that protects the transit of the many ghosts of the place. I take a look without surprise, then, on the way to the mound, muttering something that pretend not to hear.
hear no more for today. I will ask for another cup of coffee that lasts until dawn bar again and lose this way has become exasperating this time, one of his many masks metaphysical not permanent.
of sacred powers in intensive garden sulfur. Charred yellow cliff edge, uncertain, in some corner of a forest occluded in the word that gives life.
nest of ashes, a moment petals night, following fires of sunset.
inspire lovers and bird-fire is already burning arrow. Rivers
warm stones lick their passionate calm and for a moment there is no up or down, vertiginous abolition of gravity by a flaming ascent will fall into a sea of clouds streaked chiaroscuro which foam.
is not surprising that a group of women artists create a comic, no clearly conceived as gay porn, but as sexually attractive to females straight face. Were titles such as'The Heart of Thomas' Moto Hagia or 'Song of Wind and Trees' by Keiko Takemiya some of the first to be released to the public during the 70's. Both, incidentally, took place in male boarding school.
Through these stories are intended to enable women to become better acquainted with men and also learn their ways of giving pleasure. In any case, that men take to themselves it was inevitable ... Because while the officer is prohibited Manga displaying genital sex samples in some Yaoi comics and magazines than anyone's imagination.
Hagi was the first to discuss the issue with Juichigatsu Gimunajiumo, a short story of 1971. Then came Toomas no Shinzo (Heart of Thomas), the first author's long history (from 1975) and which told the love between two guys in a German boarding school. Then came Kaze to ki no uta (Song of Wind and Trees) by Keiko Takemiya (1976), the first major gay love story of Japanese manga. The first launched the genre. The second was the first manga where two guys came together in bed. Neither is a work light. Both stories deal with complex, dramatic and tragic.
-Bondage (Shonen Ai and the publisher best known and active, 6 magazines published today. Gekkan
- Fushigi Yuugi: No c
already starts the machine melancholy. The grinding of the gears can be heard in the solitude of the night. He wakes up the pain, that rotten angel flutters in the corners.
that vault is entered in which the bones wet recognize eyes, stomach revive perfume and temples that pulsate to the rhythm of words that may never have heard but resonate in an echo deep in their own repetition.
And the images do not expect, is reveal without permission. The machine always has on hand a good supply of cool images to feed the flame of remorse and promote what-have-been-if, the how and why. With precision
had been a long time sitting on the northern semicircle watching the tourists trying to take the lights of July 9. I wondered if they did by a need to remember, to save or to comply with certain rites prefabricated. Tourists, camera, do we would do a favor?, Yes, of course, is to display the white marlin, whiskey! Do such squares cellulose then be able to lie?, Did so confident that these digital memories retain the right signals in a terse two-dimensionality?
I saw no guarantees on what to try to freeze the lights of Buenos Aires, reminded me of those chicken guts in the freezer, the degradation of maimed hands-celled organisms. Of course, scale factors. Of course, the lights will remain faithful for a time that exceeds the expectations of human life. But I forked in the other scenarios.
one hand, annoyed me a little note of a sudden excessive preference for light signals. It seemed to me that more could be worth trying to be a breeze laden murmursdiesel and human Llosa whipping his face if it was a bridge to keep the nine on the night of downtown Buenos Aires. Not to point out the scientifically proven effectiveness of odoriferous signals. Nothing more to meet with a puff with the right properties to leap immediately to the hall of a building at the other end of town, the backyard of a friend in another province or hair of a former girlfriend.
The God of men was forged in the image and likeness and therefore was given all that the man aspires.
Among these treasures is one that is essential: the eternity. The God of mankind is eternal and it is therefore necessary as a problem. God must be eternal to his authority covering both the man and his environment so as to maintain the unity of command. It is also a problem because the idea of infinity is difficult to operate and interact with God transitivity is mined in mystery.
God's supremacy is not questioned but the dialogue with him is tofuso and this goes against what was sought was the God of men. Recall that the man was looking at God as a father who respect, with whom he could talk and who ask forgiveness, but in his greed for power ends God away from us.
Divine forgiveness is as longing for God. The complex human ethics is constantly questioning, looking to take a road, you need a sense, an end. Human ethics believes in a goal, you need it.
But God is eternal ethics. An eternal God can not have a goal, does not understand the end. When the man goes in search of forgiveness of God realizes that the gap could still be there. It questions
