Isabelle Santiago ha vivido por seis años fuera de su ciudad natal, Puerto Ángel. Todo lo que había vivido en ese lugar, habían sido solo recuerdos hasta que regresa por el cumpleaños de su mejor amiga, y se reecuentra con su amor de la infancia Leonardo, y todos sus amigos a los cuales extrañaba con locura. Todos han crecido y nadie es el mismo. Isabelle tomará una decisión que la llevará a vivir extrañas experiencias y nuevos amores en el pueblo donde todo comenzo... y todo terminará.

The killer queen With frizzy hair I love her To bits for Time eternal A hellish beast In high heels For my eyes A lavish feast The river song Will never die Backwards going with Forward past Our crossing paths Still pending

In the human mind and sub-happen real strange dreams. Man duped by death. A story full of drama, action and suspense surrounding our character Dante Oliver challenge the man love, life and death dreaming. The long loneliness and hell where lies take you through a fantasy where he meets a strange sub-real and promises to be out of his agony in exchange for ending all the love that exists in the beach lovers. Terror, death and madness are present when Dante Oliver agrees to the request of such a being. The split personality of our character names enclosed in its two forces him to commit terrible acts. Love transcends death. This exciting story carries a deep message and a moral that you should not miss: Everything comes to those who wait

Morning, a new day dawning.  the sky is blue , the sun is new   birds sing in trees against a soft breeze A yawn or two, rise to see what this day will brew Copyright © 2013 SaFire

 I remember the times Waking up at the break of dawn Nestled sweetly in your arms Listening to your quiet Snoozing, in sweet harmony With the happy chirping of the early birds When we would make Blueberry pancakes on Sunday mornings  Stayed in bed all day long while Reading the paper, a book or watching TV.  When we needed to be close, we would Dance, slowly all night long, Holding each other in our arms While swaying to the songs of love on the radio We often sang the words to our favorite

A wind gust, heavily- laden with the sweet smell of honeysuckle, Stirred the gray-black feathers of a robin perched   on the iron railings of my balcony, chirping happily to its mate. Another warm breeze that didn’t stir him or me while I sat In my yard chair enjoying the lazy afternoon. I sipped on a cold  Glass of chardonnay and  stared mindless at the cloudless blue skies And the tips of tall green trees, communing with nature spiritually, all while listening to soft jazz.  Yet another gust

    Brown eyes, penetrated Revised my passion his soft kiss brought sweet bliss strong hands caressed and blessed my wounded heart The fruits of love Entwined me in his roots Intertwined , sinking deep, Love forged new pathways within our essence his ending became my beginning the core of one soul Rooted SaFire

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    With a smile of innocence   a slow hand down my thigh  Held me with attentive cravings, which burns hot with expected desire.  Warm kisses down my neck sparks passion’s electric pulse  inside, releasing  a rush of honeyed streams which heeds to expectation’s true need. Undressing in quick increments in subtraction  fingers exploring, rich velvety core I'm feeling quixotic yearning. Expectance burning This hankering soul.  Tasting, soft wet creases Embryonic hope rises, soars I