kiss the sky

Ten people sat and waited for a trip to Jurassic Park. They were impatient and could not wait to leave to see what I had never seen before. They have seen it in movies and television, but in real life they were not as they are about to see. It was very exciting, but it was also a dangerous atmosphere; when they heard the roar they tried to escape, but they were eaten by dinosaurs. So we all know who they are; nothing before and after I tell you about all these people I can guess, I will do my best.

Farai Chideya is a journalist, writer, novelist in New York (her rock / love triangle story Kiss the Sky was released in paperback this May). She has served as television and radio host, political expert, and internet consultant. Her new project Pop and Politics Radio is scheduled to start broadcasting WNYC and public radio stations nationwide in October this year.

I remember the aurora. It is more convincing than Hayden Planetarium. What a beautiful and mysterious sight. So close up. You can kiss. Please kiss this sky. I kissed. I and Tuesday (not his real name - just another day of the week), we gave every employee a bit shiny for them. God, we are all very clean, healthy, and normal. All of us are close to 20 or so. We can still divert us from each other 's horny charm, pure stupid enthusiasm ... half - dressed clothes take off many faith in the lake. Prompt the lens of Ryan McGinley ... It's for us ... our young, can not be achieved for lies or fear and shame ... We are deeply into pure vitality Living in our fingertips, to our first happy state. Oh, we are a very happy camping car ... always watching

In a place where rocks of Mesa kiss the sky, the dust of chiindii blows a whirlwind, burns the sacred sun, and swirls the eagle's feathers. I pray to God, pray for strangers, family and friends, soak in the bright colors of the evening, and see the days. Life falls in love with land, beautiful sea, spirit and sky, and where it harmonizes with people for adventure to the west, there is no fertility. She has a kind gang. The loser is what made her feel completely embarrassed in the east. A brave house, shelter is probably her, forever. ~ Bjf ©

There used to be a sanctuary long ago. This is the land where birds sing a song of peace and wisdom. There, colorful flowers look at the blue sky, the river covers the nakedness of the land, and the bees kiss flowers with sincerity and love. This is a land of wonderful culture, love, truth and wisdom. I turned around all in one day. This land has lost sanctity. Hatred made the sky dark. Bird songs could not be heard from anywhere, they flew away to search for light. You must sleep with flowers, never open your eyes and enjoy the sky. Because there is no honey of love, the bees are dead. Because the water is drunk under the scorching sun, the land is exposed to various cruel environments.