New year, new life, says a banal platitude.
For me it is much more simply a new post.
I thank you all for being passed and / or have a comment during my absence multimedia.
And along with these signs of life ...
place ... a fairy tale, but it is not my bag of flour (lately quite empty), but everything comes DSB Tuscan Barbara, a reader constant for browsing the web is that arrived by chance at my blog. I dedicated "to all those who are fleeing."
This is the story of a child of a seaside town ...
that one day he took his boat and left for unknown destinations ... During his wandering path faced stormy seas and dark skies, sometimes endless blue boards and just heated.
has docked in many ports, and each time is allocated carrying burdens ever larger, ever more poignant memories, faces, kisses, smiles and tears to remember, to address the seas without ever being alone ... it went up every time the his boat in the meantime has become bigger and bigger until it becomes a real ship ... and has focused more on the horizon with its large cargo sweet and bitter but still want to smile and dream ... is to him that
hope that his journey will continue with an ever sweeter, lulled by the singing of waves that rippled from swaying becoming more flat ...
life remains a mystery, as it remains on course even the most experienced navigator, and what lies beyond the horizon you can find just browsing ... compass for orienting the vertical lines, looking upward, where every so often you turn on the pole star of the east pointing his mysterious light ... making everything magically clear.
That child of yesterday is today's man, and even for those navigating the seas ...
We are the echo of our past and we carry the applause we received ...
"We are sailors navigate without ever ..."
For me it is much more simply a new post.
I thank you all for being passed and / or have a comment during my absence multimedia.
And along with these signs of life ...
place ... a fairy tale, but it is not my bag of flour (lately quite empty), but everything comes DSB Tuscan Barbara, a reader constant for browsing the web is that arrived by chance at my blog. I dedicated "to all those who are fleeing."
This is the story of a child of a seaside town ...
that one day he took his boat and left for unknown destinations ... During his wandering path faced stormy seas and dark skies, sometimes endless blue boards and just heated.
has docked in many ports, and each time is allocated carrying burdens ever larger, ever more poignant memories, faces, kisses, smiles and tears to remember, to address the seas without ever being alone ... it went up every time the his boat in the meantime has become bigger and bigger until it becomes a real ship ... and has focused more on the horizon with its large cargo sweet and bitter but still want to smile and dream ... is to him that
hope that his journey will continue with an ever sweeter, lulled by the singing of waves that rippled from swaying becoming more flat ...
life remains a mystery, as it remains on course even the most experienced navigator, and what lies beyond the horizon you can find just browsing ... compass for orienting the vertical lines, looking upward, where every so often you turn on the pole star of the east pointing his mysterious light ... making everything magically clear.
That child of yesterday is today's man, and even for those navigating the seas ...
We are the echo of our past and we carry the applause we received ...
"We are sailors navigate without ever ..."
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