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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Ms Condition_symptoms
E 'growing up you learn that happiness is not' one of the great things.
It 's not the one that chases two decades, when, like gladiators fought the world to come out victorious ... Happiness is not 'that which is pursued Affan believing that love is all or nothing, and' the strong emotions that make the "pop" and explode out with tuonispettacolari ... Happiness is not 'one of skyscrapers to climb, the challenges to be overcome constantly test.
grew up learning that happiness and 'made of little things but precious ...
... and you learn that the smell of coffee 'in the morning and' a little ritual of happiness, that's enough anus notes of a song, the feeling of a book by the colors that warm the heart, the flavors are enough to a kitchen, the poetry of the painters of happiness, just the nose of your cat or your dog to feel a little happiness.
And you learn that happiness and 'made up of emotions on tiptoe, esp small losioni that quietly expand the heart, that you can touch the stars and the sun to shine eyes,
learn and know that a field of sunflowers illuminate the face, that wakes you up the scent of spring from winter, and sit down to read under the shade of a tree, relax and free thoughts.
And you learn that love and 'made up of sensations delicate, small sparks stomach, presence of nearby too distant, and learns that time expands and that those five minutes are precious and so many more long hours, and you learn that you just close your eyes, turn on the senses, sfornellare in the kitchen, read a poem, write a book or watch a photo to cancel the time and distances and be with loved ones.
And you learn who to listen to a voice on the phone, receive an unexpected happy moments are small. And you learn to have in the drawer and the heart, but precious little dreams.
And you learn that keeping a child in her arms and 'delicious happiness.
And you learn that the greatest gifts are those that speak of the people you love ...
And you learn that there is 'joy also in urgent need to write down your thoughts, that there is' something to love, happy melancholy.
And you learn that in spite of your defense,
despite your will or your destiny,
in every gull flying there 'in the heart of a small-sized
Jonathan Livingston.
And you learn how beautiful and majestic simplicity.
It 's not the one that chases two decades, when, like gladiators fought the world to come out victorious ... Happiness is not 'that which is pursued Affan believing that love is all or nothing, and' the strong emotions that make the "pop" and explode out with tuonispettacolari ... Happiness is not 'one of skyscrapers to climb, the challenges to be overcome constantly test.
grew up learning that happiness and 'made of little things but precious ...
... and you learn that the smell of coffee 'in the morning and' a little ritual of happiness, that's enough anus notes of a song, the feeling of a book by the colors that warm the heart, the flavors are enough to a kitchen, the poetry of the painters of happiness, just the nose of your cat or your dog to feel a little happiness.
And you learn that happiness and 'made up of emotions on tiptoe, esp small losioni that quietly expand the heart, that you can touch the stars and the sun to shine eyes,
learn and know that a field of sunflowers illuminate the face, that wakes you up the scent of spring from winter, and sit down to read under the shade of a tree, relax and free thoughts.
And you learn that love and 'made up of sensations delicate, small sparks stomach, presence of nearby too distant, and learns that time expands and that those five minutes are precious and so many more long hours, and you learn that you just close your eyes, turn on the senses, sfornellare in the kitchen, read a poem, write a book or watch a photo to cancel the time and distances and be with loved ones.
And you learn who to listen to a voice on the phone, receive an unexpected happy moments are small. And you learn to have in the drawer and the heart, but precious little dreams.
And you learn that keeping a child in her arms and 'delicious happiness.
And you learn that the greatest gifts are those that speak of the people you love ...
And you learn that there is 'joy also in urgent need to write down your thoughts, that there is' something to love, happy melancholy.
And you learn that in spite of your defense,
despite your will or your destiny,
in every gull flying there 'in the heart of a small-sized
Jonathan Livingston.
And you learn how beautiful and majestic simplicity.
Fabio Volo
Monday, January 4, 2010
High Respiration Rate
Some say ..
Fabio Volo 
.. that we should not go with the former because it heated the soup is not good .. I heated the food like crazy. The baked pasta, polenta, soup and pizza .. will be a matter of taste!
Colitis More Condition_treatment
Vitae et peritiae ..
People do not ever know them for what they really are.
are brought to hide many things that then over time come to the surface ..
Sometimes I hide sometimes wonderful things to hide pieces of life, habits, tastes and ways of thinking that I wonder why are you forgot to tell you.
It is strange that I had the idea to put next to them with the real one, and understand that as far as can be careful, to weigh the people is not that easy and sometimes you stumble.
The secret is that I believe in providing a few tips to others and try to live their lives in a healthy, fair and responsible, enjoying every day for what it is, trying not to make mistakes and if it happens, well, none of us votes, if it goes wrong by the experience.
recently I remain disappointed often by people, I'm realizing how much the world is dirty, I'm lifting the veil of innocence and wearing one of nausea.
I want a world of dreams I height, I think around that there is only mud. But now I see, I knew another side of the world and it scares me.
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