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A kiss, my friend ...

Are 2.46, almost three, but I do not care.
I need to write to remember and not forget a friend who is no longer

think that it's been years since the last time we felt, since I did laugh at his stupid and contagious its fun.
but this was a distant friend who knew how to light a piece of my life with a beautiful friendship, though not very deep compared to others.
's sad not to have pictures of him, but only a very vivid memory in my mind of days spent in the company of my first group of friends, on the mountains of Piedmont.


are a few lines only to remember a friend who lives sadly has taken away, and I only learned now
A kiss and a hug from your little Lirisea, which too often takes around making me smile. Hello

M.

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Mad & Happy, and a principle of fever


Aw, now I'm happy and mad at the same time

Felicefelicefelice

And of course, why not write X ° D nasty business of mine, poor muahauahuaa journal

This morning I went to school with my new style Steampunk "drug now that will accompany me until the end of my days I
Truzzi frightened and surprised that the ladies of way, while my teammates found me pussy help

X ° D

Argh, I feel my voice that slowly descends and leaves X ° D I'm putting really bad ....
However, today the streets of Turin was so X ° D without a hat and trailing behind ...
..... but still pussy-ù ù

Stampunk I love him and I think we will invent a cartoon back if I can draw the characters ^ ^ good one is ready:

Layka is , a young librarian and crazy, a little 'huts like myself.
She loves reading and writing and dreams of publishing some of his works ranging from adventure to simple classification of species [fauna and flora]
Underneath was a free spirit and indomitable, able to resolve the situation just a rifle or a gun XDD




"The real strength lies in the books. Knowledge is important "- Layka Lamperow

With version" travel "X ° DDD also done with clothes in this house

gnaaa ... Then, I managed to finish the storyboard to the final table [at least that for Spadavecchia] well I have to fix tomorrow in a moment of calm

cursed wind that hit me this morning and now my throat I look like a tranvione =.=

uw .... what about .... I have already said to be happy? * W * are .... happy, so happy for you cazzoh
a new event that overlooks my simple life.

Let's go on hoping for a more glorious way, the sound of the ticking clock that marks time

Liris

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-Time of Dying-


A ficciole of many of FMA that I wrote at the time
I love it, both for the song which is tied both to the plot itself
And now streaking away with sadness in my heart for having written certain things ç_ç

Title: Time of Dying
Category: FullMetal Alchemist
Author: Liris
Desclaimers: All characters above are not owned by me but by Hiromu Arakawa and the story is not for profit
Genre: sad, tragic, Song-fic [song: Time of Dying - Three Days Grace]
Raiting: Yellow

-Time of Dying-

Some things you should never forget.
Especially when you are a brave soldier and a thousand awards a man who knew how to drive up to now a platoon of brave soldiers and we have not only gained victory on the battlefield.
But on the whole war.

should remember, especially if you know how these things go.
What a field torn by fighting, many times it has seemed almost to approach to shake the hand of the Black Lady, the first to wake up and realize that you did not fall.

Yeah .... ... We should remember


Never be complacent.

On the ground I lay Motionless in pain

I can see my life flashing before my eyes Did I fall asleep
? Is this all a dream

Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

immense pain and terrible pain.
I was an idiot, and I take full responsibility.
I lie on this cursed land stained with the blood of a thousand soldiers from both factions, the more my own, I know that is coming out with a stream lasciatomi put the bullet hole. A moment
left uncovered, to take part, at least with a smile, to the cries of victory from my platoon.
should write in my report: General Mustang, great strategist in the field, driving in cold blood in the head-patriotic soldiers against enemy troops, and six more medals. ...

... .. injured in a moment of joy, like a real idiot.

I would say that would make a great impression that last sentence, just perfect.
I think I will ask leaders to make him this, if they do not know how to finish the guide.
I was damn idiot, and I know that I'll say it again forever.

But you're not here.

is interesting to consider how small, while around me my men tried to trace the doctor, and I dwell on your reaction to the news of my complete stupidity.
Perhaps the time has come to the scenes flash on my whole life, since I was a kid sbrodolante, now.
scene when I was little I used more, than now ..
So it's true that when you are at the brink of death, apart from the mental home movie, in my case with a lot of comment background, earthly existence.

I find it useless as a thing ... I know what I experienced when I wore diapers, and especially how.
The only thing that interests me is to review the past moments with you, if indeed this is the end.

I wish I could open my eyes and wake up
see with my own eyes the faces of those who is close to me and try to put me on the stretcher, while my body screams his outrage for all the pain that goes through it, instead of the darkness that surrounds me.
And the face of those who love me that makes me smile and relive sad and joyful moments of my busy life.

I will not die (I will not die) I will survive

No I will not die again, and
Look at me! I'm trying all out to survive.
I want recognition, cantankerous little bean!
Roy Mustang, a man who knew how to keep your mind on the ground until the end.

Well, not quite down to earth, but ... I'm still alive!
I feel the pain that continues to set up my poor body.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In My Time of Dying

I feel terribly alive, when you're beside me.
is absolutely true ....
Your face, your smell, your endless pride for the height.
I wonder now, because I have nothing else to do but stand still while I carry on, if on a mission when you went away from me really.
I felt like your neighborhood when you were not there, although I suffered terribly for your absence.

I know, I see even now, in one of those damn flash on my life, as you find it embarrassing to all my open expressions of affection.

And I love when the slight redness takes your cheeks. ... and I'm afraid of not being able to see him again.
I told myself that survive, until I see your smile again grazed the eye.
I feel the bullet that has never left my stomach giving me pain.
Blood is buffered, but I do know that if they do not ever die bleeding.

That rosy outlook for the great Roy Mustang.

On this bed I lay Losing everything

I can see my life passing me by Was it all too much


Or just not enough Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I must essermi perso qualcosa…

….come diamine ci sono arrivato in ospedale così presto?

È probabile che ho perso conoscenza per qualche ora, il tempo per sistemarmi sul primo carro e portarmi dritto, dritto dal dottore di questo posto.
Di sicuro non siamo a Central.
Dista troppo da qui, e non avrebbero fatto in tempo a darmi una speranza di vita.

Vita….certo…le bende son strette abbastanza intorno al mio corpo, ma perché allora la maledettissima sensazione di morte che aleggia su di me continua a persistere.

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

Mustang, andiamo..
Hai un buco nello stomaco, e non è una metafora per dire che hai fame
Di sicuro ti hanno ricucito, ma andiamo….manca poco per crepare

Certo che la mia mente è un tripudio di ottimismo…
Sono naturalmente ironico, anche se ormai di ironia ci vuole ben poco.

Edward sbrigati….
Muoviti a venire da me.
Ti hanno avvertito vero? Perché ti devono aver detto che il tuo uomo sta crepando su un letto di un ospedale malconcio, in un qualche paesino sperduto per le campagne.

Prego perché tu venga a salvarmi da questo incubo che sto vivendo.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

Ed…ti sto aspettando.
Non posso ancora morire, Numi del cielo!

I feel alive, when you're beside me

Mame-chan, potrei vivere altri cent’anni, se tu sei vicino a me.
Muoviti…non credo che la Nera Signora avrà compassione per un peccatore come me.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

Sto attendendo il tuo arrivo, FullMetal, quindi alza quel culo and come to me.
Please ... .. I need your face, before I finally

In My Time of Dying

Take it as his last wish, Edward
... The last moment of a dying man, in time of his last hours.

My God ....
I'm dying. Edward
I'm dying!

is my last now, and looking for you!

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you In my time of dying

I think I'm crying ...
No ... it's not just my imagination. I really feel a trail
rigarmi wet cheek, as my eyes re-open this room up a little now empty.

They have come all, Edward .... The only one missing you.
You had to see how I looked now without a hope to pass on their faces.
followed me here, hell that was the war, while you're able to save.

time, in a way it stops when you're near the end, you know? I thought
days had passed since I had brought in that bed. In fact
I'm not even two hours that I am lying here .. in slow agony.
Oh, maybe they do not know for sure, but I do

Edward I's last moments ...
do not think I had more to fear now, in my life.
not death, certainly not.
Or maybe even a little of her, .... In short, they are still human! It is foolish to not fear it.

But most of all I'm afraid I can not see your smile and honey poured in your eyes. I close my

.
I believe I can no longer keep them open ... I'm too tired.

I'd like to see the faces of the doctors when notice the blood running from the bandages, or the absence of my soul.
Idiots them to think of saving me so easily.

never let our guard down, eh?

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me

is a dream right?
But my eyes are open, I'm sure.
are still attached to my hopelessly useless life, and I see you ..

Yes .... This is really you.

I think I tried to move his lips and pronounce your name, and my eyes are chained to your
But not from my mouth no sound came out.

does not matter ... you understand perfectly well that I'm calling you.

I'm leaving Edward
... And what do you do? Smile and cry? Moody
lips, I really could by a miracle, and sharpen the eye.
Do not look, Mame-chan ... do not want to see your tears, damn it.

sigh with fatigue, and everything seems to be still.
You approach me with a slow pace, then by sitting at my bedside, and you take away those annoying and salty drops from her face, showing me one of those rare smiles that showed just me.

This is my Edward.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

-You're late ... as always, is really my voice? It sounds so muffled and difficult to distinguish, so is low.
Where I found the strength to speak only knows my heart, I think.
huffed that by slapping face, looking at me with affection mixed with pain.
-I arrived, no? - Simmers in a childlike way, hiding his face a few seconds.

My breath makes you raise, while our eyes meet again.
-Si .... Thanks ..- Ed

is the last I do not think being able to exert more.

What do you expect from someone who is desperately clinging to life so far?

I close my eyes, and feel your lips reached mine, mingling with the touch of a trail of salty tears of both.

I waited for you, Mame-chan.

I wanted to see.

Now I can finally go, and let go on that thread now non-existent and the only warning you that your words are a "I love you, stupid"


I also


I too, Edward.

In My Time of Dying