various news ...
wanted to tell everyone that I recently added the album with pictures of snow walnut and a video of grated snow ...=)
are cute, I hope you enjoy!
then I wanted to write ... who was not there last Sunday morning, we cleaned the common garden and we cut the grass around the oven, and now it's waaay cuter!
other event, the birth (for the second time) of the kittens of Shiva, this time three like her, white with brindle spots, and one black.
the biggest news however is that they have added two new members to our family, and these two, which were only the patrons outside, they are our dear friends and Umberto Greta!
Ada
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
How Can I Fade A Broken Capillary?
The First Of Autumn ...... Tempus
you suddenly notice the arrival of the wind ..
the stale and humid summer air has now ceased its bright existence.
The wind begins to whisper to the leaves change their color to gold warm embrace. Contradictory feeling:
chills on the skin to change,
temperature, the first cold, the first rains.
Yet he also manages to fall will remark with a loving embrace,
warmth and heat that give life even if he is leading the way to the general winter. But must we not fear
the end of winter and all because the only bearer of the great sleep of mother nature,
sleep that invigorates plants, animals and people to approach the next natural cycle.
Fall, unceasing change,
discrepant sensations of intercourse static and dynamic, intense colors
whirl of a dance fairytale woodland
figures, mischievous fairies strip trees of their modest dress sparkling.
Fall, unfairly seen as the end of life, when in reality life is just changed into something different in appearance.
A swirl of golden leaves magically first described by the notes of this masterpiece ...
you suddenly notice the arrival of the wind ..
the stale and humid summer air has now ceased its bright existence.
The wind begins to whisper to the leaves change their color to gold warm embrace. Contradictory feeling:
chills on the skin to change,
temperature, the first cold, the first rains.
Yet he also manages to fall will remark with a loving embrace,
warmth and heat that give life even if he is leading the way to the general winter. But must we not fear
the end of winter and all because the only bearer of the great sleep of mother nature,
sleep that invigorates plants, animals and people to approach the next natural cycle.
Fall, unceasing change,
discrepant sensations of intercourse static and dynamic, intense colors
whirl of a dance fairytale woodland
figures, mischievous fairies strip trees of their modest dress sparkling.
Fall, unfairly seen as the end of life, when in reality life is just changed into something different in appearance.
A swirl of golden leaves magically first described by the notes of this masterpiece ...
Friday, May 7, 2010
Gemini Security System Hack
vernum D
Ergo,
oceanus, maritimus, ergo
opaque matutinus,
ergo
septentrio, meridies,
ergo
occidens et orientis,
ergo
oceanus, maritimus,
opacare, matutinus,
septentrio, meridies,
occidens et orientis,
ergo
terra, stella,
hiems et aestas,
ergo
autumnus et
tempus vernum,
ergo
radius solis
et umbra,
ignis, aqua
caelum, luna,
terra, stella,
hierns et aestas,
autumnus et
tempus vernum...
tempus vernum...
Ergo,
oceanus, maritimus, ergo
opaque matutinus,
ergo
septentrio, meridies,
ergo
occidens et orientis,
ergo
oceanus, maritimus,
opacare, matutinus,
septentrio, meridies,
occidens et orientis,
ergo
terra, stella,
hiems et aestas,
ergo
autumnus et
tempus vernum,
ergo
radius solis
et umbra,
ignis, aqua
caelum, luna,
terra, stella,
hierns et aestas,
autumnus et
tempus vernum...
tempus vernum...
Strange how some songs hit the heart ...
excruciating and painful welfare
in memory of a season, this year, never started
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Sarah Hendy Freshly Squeezed
night ... The magic is over
00:02 a day in May,
roar of a plane taking off, absently listening to the radio a voice that reads the horoscope for the day today.
A dark shining outside my window, a storm just ended.
the rhythmic tinkling of raindrops on the window sill has tried to create a melody that masks my bad mood.
Gusts of wind shook the bed nets, apparent calm .. occasional cars passing on the SS 415 have a loud wake, like a glove with water that sends out its own voice, a soft cry as wake.
had a silvery color and brightness is blinding.
airport lights in the distance, they are also preparing for the forced immobility of the night. All fragrances
spark the layer of water that covers everything.
Today I watched the puddles, just rippled by a gentle breeze in the rare moments of calm Pluvio of Jupiter, to become a little rough sea raped by many small missiles from above.
Tanta, which separates me too much rain, too long, from my love of two wheels, a safety valve and a source of sanity that I miss in his absence.
A positive aspect of this incredible amount of water in the past month and a half is the unusual bright green lawns and plants grow everywhere and are thriving as never before.
In a small garden near the house a purple iris is checked within a few days and purple veins of the leaves make my morning and my best revival.
I think all in all the world is still a great place to live if you search for fragments of known unaware life form of plants growing, small figs, which will become within one month of good and sweet fruits to eat. In
all this just to emphasize the fact that not everything is perfect, there are things that I miss them deeply and things that right now "possess." A tenuous balance
who live every day but that is always on the edge of a precipice, ready to sink into an abyss with no name ...
Reflections night rambling
00:02 a day in May,
roar of a plane taking off, absently listening to the radio a voice that reads the horoscope for the day today.
A dark shining outside my window, a storm just ended.
the rhythmic tinkling of raindrops on the window sill has tried to create a melody that masks my bad mood.
Gusts of wind shook the bed nets, apparent calm .. occasional cars passing on the SS 415 have a loud wake, like a glove with water that sends out its own voice, a soft cry as wake.
had a silvery color and brightness is blinding.
airport lights in the distance, they are also preparing for the forced immobility of the night. All fragrances
spark the layer of water that covers everything.
Today I watched the puddles, just rippled by a gentle breeze in the rare moments of calm Pluvio of Jupiter, to become a little rough sea raped by many small missiles from above.
Tanta, which separates me too much rain, too long, from my love of two wheels, a safety valve and a source of sanity that I miss in his absence.
A positive aspect of this incredible amount of water in the past month and a half is the unusual bright green lawns and plants grow everywhere and are thriving as never before.
In a small garden near the house a purple iris is checked within a few days and purple veins of the leaves make my morning and my best revival.
I think all in all the world is still a great place to live if you search for fragments of known unaware life form of plants growing, small figs, which will become within one month of good and sweet fruits to eat. In
all this just to emphasize the fact that not everything is perfect, there are things that I miss them deeply and things that right now "possess." A tenuous balance
who live every day but that is always on the edge of a precipice, ready to sink into an abyss with no name ...
Reflections night rambling
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Back Hurts Drink Cold
That feeling That caught me inside,
That heartbeat always running when I saw you, I was
in love, truly in love.
You do not understood, maybe you do not want to understood what feeling was running thru my veins.
Hope was my only salvation, but she died after your lack of kindness.
I deserve a call from you to inform me that you'll did not come to lunch, I deserve an answer after my message when you were abroad.
Now all is over, your number on my phone was erased and I really hope that I'll never see you again.
Bye and good luck for your life.
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