quiet yesterday morning, I always rest with the ears: we must grasp at the chance, or is nailed. Feel ing. Pinato talk about a visit to a church. I am on good terms, I put the PC in the sixth a few times here. The Stationary: "Titian, but go to the eagle! Do you have a place!?"
He looks at me with his serious face and says, "Without a helmet and chest, not going anywhere.". Mollo cards on the table, I say to Fabio to cover the office, like a missile delivery to the warehouse, retrieval blue helmet and yellow vest, put on my boots, digital pocket and I'm ready. 5 minutes later I'm in the car with the fire brigade, two experts and the engineer, towards the red zone. Until a few meters
everything seems normal, then begin to see cars parked behind file of the roadway, then an outpost of the firemen, then the gates of the city, and then ...
And then ...
Then ... Then
is something that you can not describe in words, something that can not be ready, despite all the stories and all stories.
If you go alone I think one can risk being crushed by the feeling that gives you the city. Luckily there were two, and talking to us, perhaps something we downloaded.
For the rest I can not talk now, I have seen so many things to the point of absurdity that should scream out.
Once when I was karate, my teacher said that our energy for each shot always starts from the ground, sucking it from there to download it in the hands, blows.
And if there is the land that the injected, and it becomes impossible to download it, what happens inside of us ....?
I close here, I'll see, I backpack and run away, but with a great desire to return ...
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