TamarahhRyan

Welcome to the club.

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.TamarahhRyan.

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Hello, I am an extroverted girl, I love to know new things, I enjoy adventure, I like to be taught new things, I love nature and everything that surrounds it, I like to know new cultures and learn from them, I am alone, but I live my solitary, I love to dare to do new things, add adrenaline to my life, A life without limits and a world to explore, I am a lover of cooking to be able to prepare a good menu. This is a small space where you can learn a little bit about me and my tastes, so I decided to share it and I know you might like it more than you see.. We're not what we want to be.. We are what society demands. We are what our parents chose. We don't want to disappoint anyone, we feel a great need to be loved. That's why we suppress the best of ourselves, the variety of individual personalities is the greatest fortune in the world, I always know yourself, I express you, have faith in yourself, don't go out looking for a successful personality to duplicate it. You have, what you are, your appearance, your personality, your way of thinking, they are unique.

Thought determines destiny. The world around you is a reflection of your own thoughts. If you want to discover a person's true character, you just have to observe what you're passionate about. All our experiences merge into our personality.. Everything that happened to us is an ingredient if you are flexible, you will keep straight if love prevents me from developing my free personality, it is better to be alone and not try to be useful. Try to be you: that's enough, and that's what your reason for being resides, you can't change who someone is without destroying who you were, and try to be happy, but most of all, whether it's in the moments when I'm so different from me, that I could be taken by someone else, From a personality totally opposite to the one that feeds within yourself, it is what grows the conditions of hard life are indispensable to make the most of the human personality. ¿What do you pay attention to and what do I? I'll tell you who you are, I want freedom for the full expression of my personality. No one in the world is like you. Then take advantage of it.. ¿How can we be so different and feel so similar? I need the little details, they're a reflection of each of us.. That's what I constantly miss.. That's why no one can be replaced, because we're all made of little beautiful details that one of the biggest mistakes in life is to be what others want you to be, instead of being yourself.. The most important kind of freedom is to be who you really are, not to renounce any memory of your past.. What you lived through made you who you are, I'd rather be a little weird, than a big bore. The dream becomes sour, for misanthropy and rage, probably has an obsessive personality, but the pursuit of perfection has served me well to imagine a character, a model personality, whose example is determined to follow, both in private and in public. Build your personality, don't do it in an extraordinary way, just proceed like a human being, don't be afraid to be yourself, thoughts are the bricks with which you have to build the construction of your personality.

.If you like my content, don't forget to love my photos..

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I consider myself an extrovert, I really love meeting new people! I'd like to make my experience here as unique as it can be! I'm very curious. Have a little twist to learn new things! I tend to be more dominant in my relationships..

.¿You're ready to try your luck with me.?.

Woman without limits In a world of sensations I am the fiery queen! I'm Tamarah, yes, with a Latin and exotic body, with a seductive and penetrating look, yeah, I have crazy ideas about body exploration (I like this), yours with excitement and fun looking at the face of pleasure of my victim I'm like Medusa, when I see you, I leave you hard as a stone. .............................................................................................................................................................................................................

.It's magic in front of the lens.

.Let's explore the world and enjoy.

No one told us we were, no one told us to try, no one said it would be easy, no one said we are our dreams, that if we don't dream, we're dead, our steps follow the instinct that leads us into the unknown, We don't look at the obstacles we've overcome, but those we're about to overcome.. It's not about being the fastest, the strongest or the biggest, it's about being ourselves, we're not even runners, or mountaineers, or skiers, not just athletes, we're people.. We're not sure we'll get it, but we're convinced we'll conquer happiness.. ¿What are we looking for??,

Maybe he was alive. No one touched to be, no one to try, no one said it would be easy, said we are our dreams, that if we don't dream we are dead, our steps follow the instinct that leads to the unknown, we do it.

Don't look at the obstacles we have, but we're going to finish. It's not about being the fastest, the strongest or the biggest, it's about being ourselves, we're not even runners, we're not even mountaineers, we're not even skiers, we're not just athletes, we're people. We're not sure we'll get it, but we're convinced we'll get it. What are we looking for? , maybe living.

If you look in the direction of the sun you won't see the shadows I learn every day new things that I can feed my mind and be better every day. I love photography, I'm considering a camera lens that I consider to be a woman different from the rest, I'm very natural to always be me and show you, make me feel comfortable and live life without labels, so stay in Please note that you will always be welcome in this room regardless of your age.. Your physique will assist me in being who you are and make you thin in my room fulfilling your fetishes and just having fun together. This is a little bit of me and what I love I hope you like gentlemen and how respectful you can be to me.

I like the adrenaline and the fun. I'd like to have fun and have a good time, enjoy good sex like adventure and ride on wheels to explore a new love the waves of the sea come and dare to meet me, we will generate many warm memories I like to explore many horizons and make amazing memories.

I am a determined woman, I face life and I do not let myself be defeated, how many times I fall, I get up and I will not let anyone deceive me, I will live even if I am still standing but always will live that the tricks of life have to frustrate me. I always have to give this love and this strength that comes out of nowhere To be a risky woman, everyone makes me see And I have to be a woman, the head Where love has to be when it has to be given To be clean and true False and white lies are not worth it If you want to have things in the place that corresponds to love in love, Everything goes the way I'm brave intrienpid If I tell you that I face it, I'll always be for myself Fight hand in hand without anyone criticizing me.

. A smile that attracts you, adds to your friends and has time to get to know me...

You have to stop worrying about what people who don't care think of you..

I know who you are and I let everyone else be who they are Dare to dream,

'Cause you're gonna get where you love and you should be.

I believe in myself and I'll make it I love the different, the new to try to explore.

If you want to know more about my aggregate your friends, I would like to get involved in you and your sweet wishes and charms.

I'm an angel full of love, passion and sensuality. I came down from heaven with a mission to give you all the pleasure and companionship you need. I'm an open-minded girl who will make you discover your deepest desires. You ready for me? I love the madness that the new and, so dare I try this madness.

I'm bold, very sexy, come meet me. You'll like my surroundings. And as you can have fun, it's a place where you'll get out of your comfort zone..

I like gentlemen and hot, I'm passionate and I'd be interested to know your fantasies so I can fulfill them,

Come into my room and tell me you like to fantasize. I'll help you..

¿What is the history of the life you lived? Will it be left in the memories of the past, will there be vestiges of the life you led? Did you enjoy the fragrant scent of flowers and the zigzagging flight of beautiful butterflies, admired the curved glow of the rainbow and the pale pink painting of some roses?.

¿You were a direct part of countless stories of unbridled, undignified, cruel passion written in large white letters on a small piece of white paper.?.

¿Very radiant in your wedding dress bouquet in hand, you reached the altar and the soez comment malicious your purity no one could ever tarnish?.

¿Conquered the dawn's beginning, cultivated the manly sighs in your step, labored under the harsh suns as they wandered toward their setting? Did you enjoy love and pleasure, tasted the elixir of happiness or lived in continual suffering under the gloom reigning misery??.

¿Did you ever cross my path or just pass by me covered in a cloak of sadness walking with your pace?.

¿We stood one evening face to face and on your lips blossomed a beautiful smile and in modesty your cheeks blushed you escaped from my side in a hurry?.

¿Your smile caressed some tramp, you spread your smile around the world or your hand was spreading the tares with actions of villainy and cunning?.

¿And you were wrong and your life became a wild winter, or did you give to the one you loved passionately all your heart filled with joy?

¿You fell asleep one day sweetly, you forgot to wake up just or your life fades away.

Beyond all our sky where the sun shines on a black background lived a very beautiful little princess who trod fields of blossoming fields. Princes born on distant planets temper temper tempers in lonely hours teaches harsh-faced preceptors to love the beautiful and speak softly. One morning as she lay reclining in prayer her dawn before the altar came a refined fragrance message wrapped in the sigh of royal presence. “I am the little prince of that fairy tale who humbly aspires to have your love, who in the middle of a small planet grows, for you, the most beautiful flower. Come to me, my pampered Little Prince, come this far, adored little princess, the most I want in life is for you to always be my beloved. We'll go together on the sidereal roads, we'll visit a fox that lives in the desert, a snake will be the dearest friend, we'll enjoy the grass that grows in the open field And one evening the princess set out on a journey. Was it riding a wandering kite, at the beginning of a crystal clear laugh, or in the brightness of a morning glow? But in the vast distances of the sky the little princess simply lost her way. She did not find the place where the prince hoped. It was never her will, but it was her fate.. I took you from my humble heart, and though she refused to listen, I decided to speak to her forcefully, telling her that you were so like an angel, so tender, so perfect.. I told her you were my sweetest dream and my whole devotion. I also warned him not to fall in love because looking at your face was like having happiness in front of you. I told her not to think you were a lie because it would describe you as beautiful or maybe better than a truth. I look at it with skepticism, for I still believed nothing, so I showed him your name engraved in the remotest corner of my memory.. Therefore, I said to her: I discovered that she is not beautiful as the roses, but that the roses are beautiful as she, and I increased that you were my insatiable craving. I told her that your eyes are not like stars but rather that stars are beautiful, but only because they are like your eyes. And it was as if he had found his alley to what I told him that if he knew a fine pearl. Then I was already frequenting your teeth. I also told him I didn't know if he understood, but since I started reading to you, I haven't read any more poetry.. And by then my heart was like a child in the middle of a world full of candy. And by then my heart was like a man kneeling before a divine majesty. And by then my heart for you was already clinging to life. Well, it's no accident that I'm the one asking for you today.. He tells me to look for you and find you, that he never felt a desire so intense and strong as he feels now for you.. That if being without you is living; then what better would I have you in an ephemeral instant, touch you and later die, touch you and later die, touch you and later die. Because since I tell him about you; he can live quietly. Because ever since I told him about you, he's been drunk with blood, which is like wine.. Because since I told him about you, he can't find another way.. In that case I say to my heart friend, we live the same, for with vehemence I wait for it.. A land on the edge of the earth with many rivers that run down the mountain, a great desert, mountain range, beautiful lakes and a huge sea very calm that bathes it. And she gave up on the journey back, seduced by the great beauty of a little copy that captivated her with its bright red while hanging from a branch of a little copy.. And the elders gave him a beautiful name that ends with E and E and begins with SE selected among many other names as the cutest they could find. And the princess walks through the places of the earth planting very beautiful flowers everywhere in her gardens they always look blooming and there are many others waiting to bloom. one.. Keep going.

The sun had already reached the horizon covering with its meridian encircling Jerusalem at its highest point; and the night, which to it opposite turns, of the Ganges would go out with those scales, which fall to him when he has triumphed; so that the white and reddish face, where I stood, of the beautiful Aurora grew to be golden.. On the sea shore we met, like one who thought his way, who goes in heart and body stays. And then, as of dawn astonished, by the dense vapor Mars blushes on the sea-bed from the west, so appeared to me, and so still saw it, a light that in the sea so rough went, that to his no flight resembles. And taking her eyes off for a moment, my guide asking, I saw her again brighter and bigger. It appeared afterwards on either side a white one, and underneath it little by little something else also white. Nothing the master had said yet, when I saw that it was wings first; and when he knew who the pilot was, he shouted at me: Bend, bend the knees. Look at the angel of God: put your hands together, you'll see many of these officers. He sees that he despises average humans, and wants no more rowing nor more sails between remote shores, than his wings. See how he lifts them up to the heavens, moving the air with eternal feathers, which like mortal hair do not move. Then as the divine bird drew nearer and nearer, it was clearer: and as near it could not bear the eyes, I leaned, and came to the shore with a boat so light and agile, that it seemed not to cut it off. water. At the stern was the heavenly boat, as if the beatitude had been written; and within were more than a hundred spirits. «In exitu Israel of Egypt sang all together in one voice, and all that follows from that psalm. When he had finished his cross, they all jumped on the shore, and he left them as quickly as wine.. The crowd that remained, very surprised seemed of the place, looking around as one contemplating new things. The sun was blowing everywhere in the day, which had shot its arrows from the middle of the sky at Capricorn, when the new people raised their faces to us, saying: "If you know, show us the way to the mountain. And Virgil answered, "You think we know this place, but we are pilgrims.. We came a little before you, on a road so rough and so strong, that now the climb seems a simple game. The souls who then realized by my breath that I was alive, marveling, turned pale.. And as the messenger that the olive tree brings, people go to hear news, and to tighten elusive do not show, so to my sight crowded all those sorrowful souls, almost forgetting to go to make beautiful. And I saw one of them come up to me and hug me, with such great affection, that it moved me to do the same.. ¡Ah, vain shadows, save the appearance! Three times I ran my arms back, and so many others I turned them to my chest.. I think I blushed, in wonder, and the shadow smiled and walked away, and I went behind to follow her.. He gently told me to stop; I knew then who he was, and I begged him to stop there to speak to me.. «So, he answered, as I loved thee in the mortal body, so free I love thee: therefore I stop; and what do thou? To return again, my Cassella, where I am, I travel; but why, I said, have so many hours been taken from you? And he said unto me, I am not wronged, for the ruler of the days and of whom I am pleased hath kept me back many times; and now he goeth out with a just purpose; and these three months he has brought in whom I am pleased, and hath not hindered me.. So I, who was in the marina where the water of the Tiber is salted, was benignly carried by him. The flight to that mouth directed, for those who do not descend to Acheron always congregate there." And I said, "If new laws do not take away from you the memory or the use of the songs of love, which my desires have quieted, with them I beg you to console my soul, which, coming with my body to this place, is in great anguish." The love that in my mind then began so sweetly that I can still hear the sweetness in my heart. My teacher and I and those people who were with him, they seemed so pleased, they thought of nothing else. We were all attentive and fixed on his notes; and the venerable old man cried out to us, "What is the matter, you slow souls? What negligence, what to expect is this? run into the mountain and cast out the impurities that do not enable you to contemplate God." As when, when picking oats or millet, the pigeons surround the sustenance, still and without showing their used pride, if something happens that frightens them, they suddenly leave the food, because greater care assails them; I saw that freshly made inn leave the song and escape into the mountains, as one who goes and does not know where he will end up: our departure was no less ready. ...........................................................................................................................................................................................................

Here is my brutal, melancholy poem to the new city. O city all tense with wires and strains, all sound of engines and wings. The simultaneous explosion of new theories, a little further. In the spatial plane of Wirman and Turner and a little more here of Maples Maple. The lungs of Russia blow the wind of social revolution towards us. The literary braguettes will understand nothing of this sweaty new beauty of the century, and the ripe moons that fell, are this rot that comes to us from the intellectual dockets. Here is my poem: O strong and manifold city, made all of iron and steel. The docks. The docks. the cranes. And the sex fever of the factories. Vrbe: Escorting trams through subversive streets. The windows assault the sidewalks, and the sun, plundering the avenues. On the margins of the toll-free telephone poles, momentary landscapes are parading through elevator systems.. Suddenly, oh the green twinkle in her eyes. Under the naïve blinds of the hour pass the red bars. The cannibalistic romanticism of Yankee music has been making its nests on the masts. Oh, international city. ¿Which far meridian did that ocean liner cut into? I feel everything move away. The aged twilight floats among the panorama's masonry. Spectral trains that go there far away, panting civilizations. The unruly crowd splashes musically in the streets. And now, the thieving bourgeois, will tremble for the cash that stole from the people, but someone hid under their dreams the spiritual pentagram of the explosive. Here is my poem, howling whirls in the wind, burning hair and captive mornings in the eyes. Oh musical city made of mechanical rhythm wheel. Tomorrow, maybe. Only the living light of my verses will illuminate the humiliated horizons. This new depth of panorama is a projection towards the interior mirages The noisy crowd today surpasses the communal squares and the triumphant cheers of obregonism reverberate in the sun from the facades. Oh, romantic girl, flaming gold. Maybe in my hands are only the living moments. The landscapes dressed in yellow fell asleep behind the glass, and the city snatched away, has been left trembling on the ropes. The applause is that wall. -- Don't be afraid, it's the romantic wave of the crowds. Then, over the excesses of silence, the Tarahumara night will grow. Shut your windows Between the machinery of insomnia lust, it's millions of eyes smearing on flesh. A steel bird has flown north towards a star. Smoke from factories. On the music-sweeping streets, his memory is sunny. A transatlantic farewell jumped overboard The engines sing over the dead panorama. III The evening, riddled with windows floats over the telephone wires, and between the reverse clockwise bars hang the gods of the machines. His wonderful youth burst out one morning through my fingers. And in the empty water of the mirrors, shipwrecked forgotten faces. Oh, poor union town, scaffolding of cheers and screams. The workers, they're red and yellow. There's a bloom of guns after the trampoline of speeches, and as the wind's lungs soak up lost in the dark halls of music some white bride peels off. Among the silent bushes the darkness licks the blood of the twilight. The falling stars. They're dead birds in the sleepless water of the mirror and the sonic artillery of the Atlantic has finally gone out in the distance.. About the autumn bush. sopla un viento nocturno: It is the wind of Russia, of great tragedies; and the yellow garden, it will peck in the shade. Suddenly, her memory sparkles in the quiet interior. His golden words are etched in my memory. Blue-blooded rivers overflow factory locks, and agitating trees make their speeches on the sidewalk. The strikers throw stones and denounced, and life, is a tumultuous conversion to the left. By the side of the pillow at night, it's a cliff; and insomnia has been scratching at my brain. ¿Whose are those voices swimming in the shadows? And these trains howling towards the devastated horizons soldiers will sleep tonight in hell my God, and of all this disaster only a few white pieces, of their memory, have remained in my hands. The flowery bay of masts and moons, pouring over the score. Naive of his hands, and the scream, far from a steamer, towards the North Seas. Goodbye to the shipwrecked continent. Among the threads of his name were the feathers of the birds. Poor Celia Maria Dolores; the panorama is within us. Under the axes of silence, iron architecture is devastated.. There are waves of blood and clouds of hate. Desolation The marijuana speeches of the deputies splashed shit on their memory. But over the multitudes of my soul has fallen his tenderness. ♪ Ocotlan out there ♪. Voices The impacts peep over the trenches. Lust, stoned all night, the dark balconies of a virginity. Shrapnel makes bits of silence fly. The noisy and deserted streets, are rivers of shadows that will lead to the sea, and the sky, frayed, is the new flag, which flames. About the city.

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She's on a broken arm. The pain made him twist his body a little, so he pulled out his headband and stuck us those beautiful eyes he had.. The bullets from the second row all hit him in the stomach. Little he did, only he did roll some very thick tears. But nothing made her look less beautiful. The third row of soldiers tore him apart.. .Then he went in, they cut off his head, he went out, and his body was buried in the cemetery.. I don't tell anymore, because there's too much love and too much resignation and too much passion and overflowed madness. ¿I'm finished? Is that what you want, burning and naked as the sun and its silence? Don Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla died at the age of fifty-eight years two months and twenty-two days and after three months and seven days in prison, on the thirtieth day of July 1811. Then the heads of the heroes were piled up, preserved in salt for later. They were the heads of Hidalgo, Allende, Aldama and Jimenez. Like murder heads, stored in drawers, they were escorted by the realists from Chihuahua to Zacatecas, from Zacatecas to Lagos, from Lagos to León, and from León to Guanajuato, until mid-October they appeared placed on the four corners of the Alhóndiga de Granaditas, the scene of his first expeditions and bloody projects. The proclamation read: The heads: of Miguel Hidalgo, Ignacio Allende, Juan Aldama and Mariano Jiménez -facinerous insignia and first caudillos of the revolution. Who plundered and stole the goods of the cult of God and the Royal Treasury. They shed with the greatest atrocity the innocent blood of faithful priests and just magistrates and were the cause of all the disasters, misfortunes and calamities we experience and that afflict and deplore all the inhabitants of this part so integral of the world. Spanish nation, hereby enshrined by order of Mr.. Brigadier D. Félix María Calleja del Rey, illustrious conqueror of Aculco, Guanajuato and Calderón and restorer of the peace of this America. Oh, how those heads burn, those hooks today lonely: look at them in this harsh art of going up and down the edge of the sinister Alhóndiga, memorizing hair, foreheads, eyes, ears, noses and mouths pending the most atrocious heaven of real revenge. 1810 It burned and 1811 was the final smog of the first insurgency. Oh, love, oh you, who came as a slow but firm air, and smelled of carnation: I seem to have reached the end, my own end, the final hospital, an operating room of bitter waves; perhaps a bush like this that I now kiss in this exact place of your wind whose name I have forgotten. My love for you is a pure spark, an endless light like death, like this sickness in all my head and in my nails.. I thank you that you don't need to understand the silence that surrounds me and my barely perceptible syllables.. A thousand thanks I lay here, on your chest, on your hair, on the imminent farewell of your dry lips, on the warm moisture of your eyes, for what you have heard, for the heroism and martyrdom and because I want you to know, love and wave, that the heads of the heroes remained in Grenadines until 1821, eleven years there, little patriot heads, my Mariano Jiménez, my Juan Aldama, my captain Allende and my little father of lives and the neighborhood cooked and the mulberry trees and the bell at the right time! Eleven years, then, until they were transferred to the hermitage of San Sebastian, which I do not know where it is and I do not care, because more than the ashes I care about the blood, and the blood, oh cleanly naked, loved with all my heart, is more a little closer to this miraculous life of mine than to the death of the Mine and the fearful and vibrant plain of shadows that is our homeland.

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. Sends you a kiss, Tamarahhryan.