Stars and Spirals | shade
Starfish I always rigid views, spindly. Fine, for charity, solo cup canada colorful. But dry, inert. These stars that I met a million little holes in the reef instead of the moon are alive and buttons, never stand still. Hypnotizes me this sprawling expanse, all this energy that a little 'hides and a little' wraps.
I wonder whether it is appropriate to tell garrulous stars, sea, small fish, and scuba diving. 800 miles from us, but still in the same country, people were dying in the streets. Walking along with hermit crabs early in the morning and how I thought about this world gone mad and senseless to our presence on the beach, in the middle of the desert that makes all abstract and timeless.
That place has a nice backdrop for a famous tragedy, too. Again, I hold the words. You have to be skilled and have great courage to talk about death. The scene that I witnessed did not concern me directly, I just wanted to casual spectator in a place that is all a compounding of life and colors. Too late. That did not concern me, but it involves me. Could not get me out now.
I'm at home, I leave the whole deposit. Even the beauty and the life, lots and lots. And yet all the joy that I felt unmotivated in the sea with mask and snorkel and fins. A tremendous joy as a child. solo cup canada
It was then that I began to secrete calcareous material. I wanted to do something that my presence marcasse unequivocally, that defend this my individual presence, undifferentiated from the lability of the rest. Now it is useless to try to explain the novelty accumulating words of my intention, as the first word I've said more than enough: do, wanted to do, and considering that I had never done anything or thought you could do anything, this was already a great event. So I began to do the first thing that came to me, and it was a shell. From the edge of that fleshy mantle that I had on the body by certain glands began to throw out secretions that took a bend everything around, solo cup canada to cover myself with a shield and varied solo cup canada hard, rough on the outside and smooth and shiny inside. Of course I had no way of checking that the form was what I was doing: I was always there, nestled on myself, and shut up late, and secernevo. Continued solo cup canada even after the shell I had covered the whole body, and so began another round, in short, I was a shell of the all twisted in a spiral, that you see them you think they are so difficult to do and insist instead just throw out very slowly always the same material without interruption, and grow so a turn after the other.
Since there was, this shell was also a necessary and indispensable place to stay inside, a defense for my survival that trouble solo cup canada if I did not I did it, but in the meantime solo cup canada I was that I could not make it because I needed to mica, but on the contrary, as is the one to make an exclamation that may well also does not do yet, like one that says "bah!" or "mah", so I did the shell, that is only to express myself. And in this we put all express the thoughts I had for that there, the outburst of anger that made me, loving the way to think of it, will be for her to be that I was me, and for her that she was , and the love that I put myself in love for her, all the things that could be said only in the shell spiral shell screwed.
Smaltiamoci and head
As usual when you read it, I get excited a lot ... you know grasp just what is waiting to be stimulated in my mind .. and you do it with an intense delicacy. Even for me to go with the mask in the waters solo cup canada of the reef ... it was like a dream ... a world of many colors and endless appearances unimaginable ... so accessible .... as we are infinitely small. I'm sorry you've lived near a tragedy, but we know how everything that happens there we formed sculpt us to grow belongs to us and is a great fortune to be aware of. a big hug Reply
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Starfish I always rigid views, spindly. Fine, for charity, solo cup canada colorful. But dry, inert. These stars that I met a million little holes in the reef instead of the moon are alive and buttons, never stand still. Hypnotizes me this sprawling expanse, all this energy that a little 'hides and a little' wraps.
I wonder whether it is appropriate to tell garrulous stars, sea, small fish, and scuba diving. 800 miles from us, but still in the same country, people were dying in the streets. Walking along with hermit crabs early in the morning and how I thought about this world gone mad and senseless to our presence on the beach, in the middle of the desert that makes all abstract and timeless.
That place has a nice backdrop for a famous tragedy, too. Again, I hold the words. You have to be skilled and have great courage to talk about death. The scene that I witnessed did not concern me directly, I just wanted to casual spectator in a place that is all a compounding of life and colors. Too late. That did not concern me, but it involves me. Could not get me out now.
I'm at home, I leave the whole deposit. Even the beauty and the life, lots and lots. And yet all the joy that I felt unmotivated in the sea with mask and snorkel and fins. A tremendous joy as a child. solo cup canada
It was then that I began to secrete calcareous material. I wanted to do something that my presence marcasse unequivocally, that defend this my individual presence, undifferentiated from the lability of the rest. Now it is useless to try to explain the novelty accumulating words of my intention, as the first word I've said more than enough: do, wanted to do, and considering that I had never done anything or thought you could do anything, this was already a great event. So I began to do the first thing that came to me, and it was a shell. From the edge of that fleshy mantle that I had on the body by certain glands began to throw out secretions that took a bend everything around, solo cup canada to cover myself with a shield and varied solo cup canada hard, rough on the outside and smooth and shiny inside. Of course I had no way of checking that the form was what I was doing: I was always there, nestled on myself, and shut up late, and secernevo. Continued solo cup canada even after the shell I had covered the whole body, and so began another round, in short, I was a shell of the all twisted in a spiral, that you see them you think they are so difficult to do and insist instead just throw out very slowly always the same material without interruption, and grow so a turn after the other.
Since there was, this shell was also a necessary and indispensable place to stay inside, a defense for my survival that trouble solo cup canada if I did not I did it, but in the meantime solo cup canada I was that I could not make it because I needed to mica, but on the contrary, as is the one to make an exclamation that may well also does not do yet, like one that says "bah!" or "mah", so I did the shell, that is only to express myself. And in this we put all express the thoughts I had for that there, the outburst of anger that made me, loving the way to think of it, will be for her to be that I was me, and for her that she was , and the love that I put myself in love for her, all the things that could be said only in the shell spiral shell screwed.
Smaltiamoci and head
As usual when you read it, I get excited a lot ... you know grasp just what is waiting to be stimulated in my mind .. and you do it with an intense delicacy. Even for me to go with the mask in the waters solo cup canada of the reef ... it was like a dream ... a world of many colors and endless appearances unimaginable ... so accessible .... as we are infinitely small. I'm sorry you've lived near a tragedy, but we know how everything that happens there we formed sculpt us to grow belongs to us and is a great fortune to be aware of. a big hug Reply
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Images and texts of this blog are Silvia Geroldi, unless otherwise specified. And 'possible to share the content shown here only for non-commercial uses. In the case, I ask you to cite the source, as they want the good sense and education. It would seem obvious but it is not. To doubt stimadidannoblog@gmail.com.
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