15.03.2011 / / time, my precious
And all the pulp! She began to whimper with the passing years, old age, shifting time and reminded me that recently (can not remember where, what, why and why) I found the withdrawal of his life insinuations about 8 years. Critical question was: what would you do man, if you had the opportunity? Do you want to use it?
immediately started to calculate what stage I was 8 years ago, have achieved, to which I reached a turn in life, what happened during these years. The balance came out rich and positive, so zyskałabym 8 years of age and their survival over again, but not it would mean that wykorzystałabym them better. Again, I would have
carry out several important things, and once again I would not want to go through, there would live a few cool events, do not recognize some great people, did not see my some marvelous places. So why seek his fortune when he has it, why change a lot, if it leads us straight.
known that it would be good to have slightly fewer years on the neck, but ever at a price to what is already experienced and what one wishes to keep in memory.
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
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03.03.2011 / / As with the image of Salvador Dali ...
evening, the day before. Outside, gray, lost sight of the focus, fog effect from a distance, from close to densely sypiący volcanic ash. Of course, it's just snow, but its texture may stimulate the imagination. The only snow fell on the helpless sidewalks, not expecting anything to roofs, dominated the lawns, the heat avid triumphed over the world. So fast did not intend to give up, but so what, that March.
And in the morning, at six o'clock two minutes flew over my head Swans in a tight formation. Such a surreal, two first white, then black, sharply distinguishing themselves from the rest white and three more. Dominant in this small herd with a huge dose of tolerance.
And if not cold clinging to bare hands, you'd think it was a dream.
How wonderfully on Sunday morning to return to wygrzanej bedding, bury you and look zapatulić dreams that have not yet dreamed.
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And in the morning, at six o'clock two minutes flew over my head Swans in a tight formation. Such a surreal, two first white, then black, sharply distinguishing themselves from the rest white and three more. Dominant in this small herd with a huge dose of tolerance.
And if not cold clinging to bare hands, you'd think it was a dream.
How wonderfully on Sunday morning to return to wygrzanej bedding, bury you and look zapatulić dreams that have not yet dreamed.
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