What To Wear To A Thai Restaurant

A window into the shadows

It has become in my head: a window open that slips past the other. And I'm very satisfied.

The past belongs to us. Nothing is as much ours as what we have lived. And there's something terrible to think that because of my gift, the past of others are exposed to my gaze.

's not my fault, of course, I can not help it. But I do not like. Yesterday Tara grabbed my arm and saw arguing with his mother. Mom hugged me and I saw her walking in Paris with my father (before father jerk back, of course). Victor brushed past me and saw a sad boy packing a suitcase.

Victor.

I had promised not to about it, much less to write. I had promised myself not to think of Victor, Victor does not remember.

course this is not my fault, right?

I can not help it. Neither Victor nor visions.

Fortunately, I have not seen anything very private. Only domestic scenes, things of no importance. But I wonder what the day will change that.

The day you see something else.

Something nobody should have seen.

Disturbed's Singer Piercings

Tara's mother passed

was how I learned the reason why Tara's mother seems to be always sad.

I found it gave me an arm. It seems silly right? I hugged my head and saw something I could not understand, or at least not immediately.

saw Tara's mother wept in despair, as if it were the most miserable person in the world, as if nothing mattered more than their tears and despair.

That did not last long, fortunately. But it was so clear, so real that the heart almost stops me and I turned pale as the wall. I had to get into the bathroom and wash with cold water. By the way, a tip: to reassure, that the pulse returns to its place, nothing like dropping cold water on the wrists. It's very strange but it serves to slow the heart.

And that's what I did while from the other side of the door, Tara asked me if I was okay. Meet

well. Ya. Is that it is relative.

not mention anything to anyone. Neither my mother, or Tara. I ate two of them trying to pay attention to what they had, although I was constantly head wing scene he had seen inside me.

Then when I went to leave, I noticed a picture on Tara's mother, much younger, holding in her arms a baby cute and chubby.

- Is it you? - I asked Tara
- No - replied - my sister.
- And where is he now?
- Nowhere. He died fourteen years ago, shortly after I was born.

foulbrood So that was it seen, to a mother who had lost her daughter.

Melanoma And Leg Pain

View

Bline Nieva, as siempre.Estoy alone in my room as the wind blows outside and the flakes are crashing against the window of this fairytale house where I live now.

I have many things in my head. A Victor, of course. But not only him.

Because the problems arise when we least expect. And above all, the last place you expect to find them.

I know I'm not very explicit, but this is all I can tell.

When I was little, dreaming of seeing the future. See what would happen to me or other people. Able to prevent disasters, for example. Warn of the possibility of an accident, a disaster, anything that could harm someone.

Of the entire list of superpowers, none seemed as useful as you can see the future.

But I never thought about what would happen if suddenly acquired the ability to see the past. But not mine. That of others. Having an open window into the shadows of others. In the darkest secrets. In that part of memory that we all prefer to stay asleep.

Not all things that have happened should be remembered. And above all, many of them should not ever be known by someone other than ourselves. Would you like a stranger could one day put your nose in your memories?

Well, I've realized that I can.

Alexandre Oriol My name is Valeria and I just realized that I can see the past of others only to touch them.