Friday, July 31, 2009

Gay Cruising Vegas Spa

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the late 80s of last century, I found myself aboard an aircraft of the Cyprus Airways departing from Kuwait City was bound for the island town of Larnaca where the ship was waiting for me to rally The little town of Jounieh and inhospitable its modest bay skiffs was Sultan Ibrahim *, that fortuitous conjuncture of war metamorphosed into a thriving port and commercial policy, without thereby impairing its indigenous obtuse xenophobia.

With fatal accidents staking that time the route leading to the only civilian airport in the country, I found myself similarly as quantity of my compatriots, condemned to commit to a relentless round-trip, this dismal and costly air-sea odyssey in order to preserve a minimum of professional activity, but also to keep a semblance of normal life in within a country comes from the ground up al'absurdité civil war.

Disdaining therefore customary bland snack offered me the stewardess Cypriot, I only have a black Caou I sipped thoughtfully surrounded by velvety aromatic excellent golden Virginia tobacco (The sacred time, where a smoker was not relegated to ban the plague), while detailing an eye discreetly scrutineer my traveling companions.

a string of turbulent Lebanese returning to the fold was the most passengers in the aircraft half-empty, the remainder being composed almost entirely placid for most Westerners immersed in reading, an activity virtually unknown to the Homo arabicus represented on board by a few scattered Bedouin, including a woman heavily armored from head to foot the full veil (burqa), who crossed the aisle to the toilet located at the rear of the unit, lugging a large plastic bag, yellow and leaving behind a strong smell of musk.

The sudden crackle of the speakers followed invariably unintelligible speech of the commander (why the hell do we oblige these people not to attend classes in diction?), Mumbling somnambulistic of final instructions before initiation of the descent to Larnaca, reminded me that the daughter of the desert as a musky that was not masked returned from her trip ablutoire.

Somewhat puzzled, I turned to scan the area behind the camera, when the bottom of the aisle came a quarter of a century appearance yet eventful could efface the memory.

This was the big yellow bag which I recognized immediately, but not the creature that held him, and advancing the end of the corridor in swaying slowly from one step of languorous belly dancer.

a body splendid odalisque beautiful brunette whose throat has not asked to take off the little pink bustier has reduced its simplest form, and let the belly fully discovered until the edge of blue jeans ultra tight with low waist covered hardly the pubic area but not insolently sumptuous hips; cute pink sneakers completed the outfit of this incredible Aphrodite sands to violently crimson lips, and whose great dark eyes heavily outlined in Kohl, framed by large loops Earring hoop al'espagnole and topped by a mop of curly jet-black helmet off in the purest tradition of Afro-American of the 1970s, swept the assembly of a double beam coolly brazen.

he passed, I got right in the eye shine of her navel set with a stone that sparkled with thousands of lights like a diamond.


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* * * * A friend

Egyptian gynecologist of his profession and a leading member of the OBA + G (American Board of Obstetrics and Gynecology), told me that during his years of service at the hospital''Kasr El-Aini Cairo'', he was taken to a fellah (peasant) who had already given birth to seven children strong and perfectly healthy but who could no longer conceive of eighth, so that he drew the wrath of her husband and taunts contemptuous of his in-laws who blamed him his sterility.

Having conducted an initial check-up routine that matron on my friend (who has always been small and sickly) described to me as''large, broad and strong as a buffalo,''he succeeded after many subterfuge has to convince her to take a stance most appropriate for a pelvic examination.

Mal took him because the last thing he heard when he leaned between my legs impressive was the strident howl of the creature that began trumpeting:
يا لهوي يا لهوي يا لهوي ** before the two massive columns of muscle and flesh firm does come close with unprecedented violence on the head of the unfortunate who began to struggle with the energy of despair like a sparrow caught the pincers of a wolf trap.

He owed his energetic hello qu'al'intervention two robust nurses who managed the last minute to extract more dead than alive from the embrace of the great vice.

Since that day, my good friend and worthy descendant of the race of the Pharaohs knows exactly what that felt his illustrious ancestor when the walls of water from the Red Sea split due by the Lord Almighty, closed up sharply on his face and those of his followers.


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Sitting on my stone bench overlooking the Mediterranean, I meditated on the forgotten time where the route of a man on this earth was governed by a single oath, knowingly lent , for better or for worse.

But the era of Amenhotep IV Akhenaten says son of Aton-Ra and lord of two lands are gone forever, replaced by that of MS. Abdallah bin Abdelaziz, protector of the faith and servant''of the two holy saints.''

In the splendor of the setting sun, I laugh all alone at the mention of the Lebanese political scum and their incredible ability to explain, cheat, rape, deny, release, abuse, accuse, lie, deceive, deceived, deserted, misrepresent, distort and cuckold each other.

And the wind carried my dreams of dusk until soft surf that rocked with a tenderness that I scorn to the approval

Ibrahim Tyan.

* Sultan Ibrahim : Name given by Lebanese any fish of the family Mullets.

** يا لهوي : popular Egyptian expression to express feelings such as shame, outrage, dismay, etc..

Friday, July 10, 2009

Dell Inspiron 1525 Sd Driver

Megalos O 'Kaïmos




* is immense suffering.

The beach stretches,
in long waves.
is immense pain of longing;
most memorable shame, regret lost opportunities.

Like a river of bitterness in my heart,
flows the blood of your injuries.
But more bitter as blood is
your kiss on my lips.

You know not the freezing cold, or anxiety
moonless nights;
and not knowing when,
melt on you unhappiness.

Like a river of bitterness in my heart,
runs the blood of thy wounds.
But more bitter as blood is
your kiss on my lips.

Dimitris Christodoulou / Mikis Theodorakis.


Music of Mikis Theodorakis.

Artist: Vicky Leandros.









Maria Farantouri and Mikis Theodorakis.

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The house of Ibrahim Sursok has Achrafieh, one of the last vestiges ...

Ibrahim Tyan.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Does Scorpio Love Me?

Photos received in July

Haloed Tiara Moon, inverted (bottom top):

black and white

A personalized wedding tiara, created from a given design.
Drawing:

The diadem:

Closer:



The torque Swirls Starry silver version (a wedding) ...



medieval wedding tiara with a custom fairly discreet.



Closer:




Seen from the side: