Piano Shaped Bithday Cakes

WITH WINTER SILENCE FROM

With the silence of winter, love, devoid of light, is a gloomy ravine sleeping in the arms of oblivion. When awake
spring itchy skin? When the dark sky away? In his absence, the loneliness is filled with the perfume that magnifies the beauty of remembering the last moments at parties in the season of wheat sprouts. Forgot
that time? When we are transported to the region of light. Each touch of our fingers, caused plenty of passion. We feel great, as when Pharaoh is transformed into a swallow to go to heaven. The last moon reflected in your skin, stomach, and the Nile weep with joy. I took care of your kisses, sweet as the fruit before the carob tree, at that time were bitter as the gentian. My march to Alexandria was imminent. Your spirit has ceased to be happy, no longer green vigorous as the papyrus, then, do not tell my name. I do not, the name I gave the priest of the temple of Ra, I can only reveal it if I get to be worthy.
I left you sleeping under the sycamore among lotus flowers. Hopefully this was a spell remember forever! Sometimes it happens, memory explodes and everything is prey to doubt, question thickens. To remind caresses
keep in the cellar of time: the slow way to take off your clothes, your hands hiding part of your nakedness that maze of curves, derelict my hands, in that sea of \u200b\u200bquivering flesh. I received
your two scrolls in the city of Thebes. I'm with Djehuty, royal scribe of our Hatshepsut, helping to paint and write in his burial chamber. You know, in the way NUT, "the sky" from GEM "the earth", we must face numerous obstacles. My Lord is preparing the grave with all instructions, prayers, present and recommendations. All walls and ceiling are like a magic book.
For my part I have instructed several spells that allow you to become a swallow, crocodile or snake, and help you overcome these obstacles. I hope you recognize my merit. So stay free to pronounce my name. Engrave my name on the slopes, just from Nubia, which receive as a gift, if necessary. Hatshepsut, our beautiful Pharaoh, the divine beauty enhancing their looks.
Let your heart be as light as the feather of Maat and be recognized as fair and have access to eternity.
Belit from Thebes willing to go to ...
Atho