I often listen to this song recently. E 'Sinead O'Connor, artist, among other things, that I have always appreciated since the days of "Nothing compares to you". This song is called "A New Born Child" ("A newborn baby"). What do you want, yes, my thoughts are always there, our little Samuel, if it respects the exact time will come to know us in 30 days. This song, very sweet, it's also a soundtrack for a documentary film entitled "The first breath", which describes the experiences of childbirth in different cultures. My wife and I we looked at a few weeks ago. Very interesting. Also very exciting for us.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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Impressions of September
Independence Way, Gaeta. Deciding to cross it is a bit 'take a vacation from the usual and ordinary, a bit' like diving in a tropical aquarium and remain in apnea for a good half hour.
E 'colored via Independence. Colorful and sometimes noisy. Old houses and old stones covered by a renewed vitality of everyday people and stories. Always the same, always different. They are the elderly and their hope to sell four figs in a number of wooden boxes at the corner of the alley, they are young mothers with children after a stranger and just bought the new toy that already do not like most, are the men of the place front of the bar that trace in the dialect's soccer game yesterday, you are vucumprà link and scrutinize your behavior away from trying to anticipate your taste in socks. There is a veil
of religiosity that hangs along the road. One of the niches in the walls with holy imprisoned behind bars and the oaths of adolescents that will emerge in their shirts before chasing the "Cashier" and "Ibrahimovic".
I love this street. The other day I tried to capture some glimpses. But do not you will ever do enough justice.
E 'colored via Independence. Colorful and sometimes noisy. Old houses and old stones covered by a renewed vitality of everyday people and stories. Always the same, always different. They are the elderly and their hope to sell four figs in a number of wooden boxes at the corner of the alley, they are young mothers with children after a stranger and just bought the new toy that already do not like most, are the men of the place front of the bar that trace in the dialect's soccer game yesterday, you are vucumprà link and scrutinize your behavior away from trying to anticipate your taste in socks. There is a veil
of religiosity that hangs along the road. One of the niches in the walls with holy imprisoned behind bars and the oaths of adolescents that will emerge in their shirts before chasing the "Cashier" and "Ibrahimovic".
I love this street. The other day I tried to capture some glimpses. But do not you will ever do enough justice.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Does Anyone Get Spots On Their Inner Thigh
fuitina
just returned from a "fuitina" to the sea, one that you just beat it, that you feel you must do at any cost, because you do not know when it happen again looked so clear, with these colors of sky and sea \u200b\u200bthat are cool hues of watercolor. My wife and I, her eyes shining with teenage sweethearts from the sketches of the foamy waves and a belly, beautiful, round, smooth, remember the promise of love that is already there, at hand and some crazy around d ' clock.