Sunday, September 26, 2010

My Spouse Snores With Mouth Closed Help

Lontano



Dives in a moment of intimacy in the midst of the crowd Sunday afternoon.
Miss no no, her favorite dress and her mom:)
I like this photo, even if my hair hues that bring to that of iron)
I still watch it all finding new symbols. Staying there on a very old bridge to dance as if there was nothing else in the world. Suspended. Far from it. Paris. Nursery school. Tissues and scissors that I left this morning on the table. From a small shop that looks to be on holiday but prepare something new:) The life of every day ...
Yet life is there, standing in autumn so different from others in this city so different from ours. Just us 4 ...

A momento di Gioiosa intimità catturato nella folla della domenica pomeriggio.
Miss no no, it suo vestito preferito e la sua mamma :)
I love this photo, despite my horrible hair seems to have nuances iron:)
continues to affect and to find new symbols. To stand there, dancing on a very old bridge, as if there were nothing else to do in the world. Suspended. Far from all. From Paris. From nursery school. From sad thoughts. Tissues and scissors that I left corner before going out. From a small shop that seems on vacation and instead prepares new things:) The life of every day ... However, our life is right here, right now. In this autumn so different from the others in this city so different from ours. Just us 4. At least for a while ...

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