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There once was a tree ...


... some of his friends and neighbors.

"How old are you live here?"
"Happy"
"How many things did you see from here?"
"Too many"
"So you have made out ..."
"Of course!"
"But really, in the end, what you have accused?"
"Being ill"
"It is a crime?"
"Obviously ..."
"But you could not cure?"
"Oh no, because if I was healed I could cut "
" What is the thing you regret most? "
" What they did even out my friends'
"But space will be needed ..."
"Ah Well, if so ... I told him: real estate for years, occupying public land, shading a bit too commercial possibilities ... I apologize if we have never done anything good. I thought that being born with a sap would do the trick ... "

few days ago, Alassio, in Piazza partisans have begun to cut the plane trees. This is neither the place nor the right way to raise a controversy - controversy and not meant to be, not so much now would do more to nothing - but when I saw the rings of SANI this stump, I started to cry.

I wonder if those hits with the sword, dies by the sword ... Maybe 2012 will begin with the muffled sound of a chainsaw, and time in December, the Woodmen of the Universe will have the engine warm enough to be able to cut our globe ill. Both fall in the acceptable documents to renew a while the whole of creation ...
So? Why worry so much about the future?

Happy Birthday Florida Gator Logo

Need a primer?

Something is awakening. But who expected a dress already so beautiful!

Daffodils, violets, daisies and periwinkle ...

Spring without shyness.

Small garden of scents and colors.
warm smiles and the beds that I Cadorette, a month ago, I have blackened fingernails of land.
Wonder!
And all the birds that come curious, the flight of my heart is the most fun ...

nice weekend

Long Does Take Water Freeze Ice Cube Trays

Wind and ballpoint pens

For several days the north wind blows more angry than ever. We say that Liguria is another house by the sea of \u200b\u200bBora and all times in and around Trieste bind to the handrails, we Ligurian we cling to jackets, confident that sooner or later we'll come up the wings. Only the seagulls seem to enjoy ...
The bad thing is that you feel more scents in the streets, but the smell of salt, tobacco and ballpoint pens.
But that will never be the home if the sauce does not open the window! What will
squillanno if the phones in a closed cycle of spaghetti in the pot! What
if the scooter will never fall to allow small shops to look at the sky reflected in their mirrors left on the floor with laughter!
This is the long burp in the world who is trying to digest the clouds of our moods and bad words, instead of always complaining, learn not to pick up water vapor in the sky of many unnecessary bolitture.

Good day to all

Erection When Showering

Cuckoo ...

Good morning everyone. First I would like to apologize for my long absences, and second, requires patience, because I have to admit that were voluntary and treatment and, if it were, it is essential for two reasons: 1
- although we start creating a blog with a boundless enthusiasm, not should never forget that you have a real life to be pursued and many of the rhythms that govern it are a priority.
2 - I chose writing as a reason to "life" and I am devoted to writing more than anything. The fitness of a blog is an excellent exercise - are former pathological introvert - in addition to fruit color in unexpected friendships and unexpected. But the fact remains that what I would not lose sight of is my goal, aiming to concentrate on writing stories for my books. So my
desertions are voluntary and treatment, because there are days and times when I need to become estranged from everything to be able to write and correct, but in others I dive into the world out of this pool of chaos with the wet suit of ideas.
This is not to say that you are a vehicle and I took advantage to put the first scoured and from ... Absolutely not! But they are cyclical and my moon phases affect my work: there are segments of home in me as a mother, a writer, misanthropic, friend, wife, daughter, sister or whatever, that make my ascending phase, while in the descending to the disappearance of each of them to reach a "vacuum" in which psychological support on the table of connections only basket of fruit colors that I won, I can, thanks to this stage, to become a "non- be ", and to be able to touch the colors that I took in loan, those who seek to play on paper and then returning them to the world.
This is my cycle and I am part of it.
why I feel justified, but at the same time it seems to me just explain what happens above the everyday, in the brain that paradise where each of us reaches the pure consciousness of self.
I will not bore you with a philosophy or petty lucubrate on what should be the most effective way to meet people who become part of our lives, but I feel more confident knowing that if I do not feel you know why. I am more relaxed and free. Free to smile recalling your comments, free to play my expletives in a lot of looks grim with a driver Coach, free of water a primrose to be confused with the bright colors of a smile.

Thanks to all a good day