Christmas better than the past :-)
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The Elder Scrolls Bloodmoon No Cd
Val Maira - Rusty Red
On the images there are a few comments to make. Autumn in Val Maira is charming with its colors covering the shades of red and yellow. The famous red larch and beyond.
And if you're lucky enough to nock a nice day with the breeze that makes you sing the leaves still hanging on trees, then it is your day.
Halt! Stop the car in a mall. There was a delightful glimpse behind the curve. Let's go back, look at this tiny forest. Did you know that the falling leaves make a noise? What if you lie down on a lawn in October to find him still swarming with crickets that pops into your face while flirting with the sun?
Just a short walk from the path to Acceglio Villaro becomes a delicate concert rhythmic shoes trample the carpet of leaves have fallen, producing a sound that looks like the ticking of a musical instrument.
Sure, the mountain above Ussolo octogenarian who encounters and stops talking to you (can not wait to chat with someone), says that only poets and photographers can appreciate this season, inexorably takes you to the shorter days and cold year. But in the end seems very happy to be there.
The hotels and inns are closed - See you next season - is written in some barred entry, but you can find a bar / restaurant on your road.
"It 's open?"
"Yes, sit down" is the answer, and while the school-bus stops children. Come back to where we are Prazzo Elementary closer. Yes it is open, we live there and the bar-restaurant and the private house a little 'overlap, but without confusion.
"What do you eat?"
"throws a bit 'of noodles in hot water. Okay with tomato sauce?"
Sure that's fine, do not say it too loud that you can also enjoy holidays away from the tourist centers mundane.
Let's keep this secret for us.
On the images there are a few comments to make. Autumn in Val Maira is charming with its colors covering the shades of red and yellow. The famous red larch and beyond.
And if you're lucky enough to nock a nice day with the breeze that makes you sing the leaves still hanging on trees, then it is your day.
Halt! Stop the car in a mall. There was a delightful glimpse behind the curve. Let's go back, look at this tiny forest. Did you know that the falling leaves make a noise? What if you lie down on a lawn in October to find him still swarming with crickets that pops into your face while flirting with the sun? 
Just a short walk from the path to Acceglio Villaro becomes a delicate concert rhythmic shoes trample the carpet of leaves have fallen, producing a sound that looks like the ticking of a musical instrument. 
Sure, the mountain above Ussolo octogenarian who encounters and stops talking to you (can not wait to chat with someone), says that only poets and photographers can appreciate this season, inexorably takes you to the shorter days and cold year. But in the end seems very happy to be there.
The hotels and inns are closed - See you next season - is written in some barred entry, but you can find a bar / restaurant on your road.
"It 's open?"
"Yes, sit down" is the answer, and while the school-bus stops children. Come back to where we are Prazzo Elementary closer. Yes it is open, we live there and the bar-restaurant and the private house a little 'overlap, but without confusion.
"What do you eat?"
"throws a bit 'of noodles in hot water. Okay with tomato sauce?"
Sure that's fine, do not say it too loud that you can also enjoy holidays away from the tourist centers mundane.
Let's keep this secret for us.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Funny Work Anniversary
less
least five months, less harm than among non less than five months I'll run away from this ridiculous city, sea and windows of the sea window. At least
is spring. at least I will not be so repressed.
'll be in the hills, or in a big city. but these provincial cities in ME make me sick to your stomach, the hives, the hysterics. There is no room. For me, there is no space. 
least five months, less harm than among non less than five months I'll run away from this ridiculous city, sea and windows of the sea window. At least
is spring. at least I will not be so repressed.
'll be in the hills, or in a big city. but these provincial cities in ME make me sick to your stomach, the hives, the hysterics. There is no room. For me, there is no space.
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