Deleting Demo From Mac

Echo of quiet paths.

all walk in the snow and it is inevitable to leave footprints behind us, footprints that will last only until the next snowfall.

In this silent landscape whitened and I have no idea what the true value of what is happening, perhaps it makes sense to find a way where there is not.

I can only see the ice while playing with the sun and clings to the branches as lovers embraced in a station before the last kiss.

I hear the trees rustling, it seems to say: goodbye.

Chest Infection Orange Juice

Da-da!

After the storm comes the calm.

Survivor inennarabili adventures in Eastern Europe by trying to sort out the memories of the nimble writing a travel story that I will publish as soon as I like it. Karasciò?

thank the multitudes of my fans who have left me comments and greetings exaggerated and replacement with a pastoral blessing.

I can only say for now that part of me remained in those magical places that seem to come out of a film of the 60 '.

Privet to all.

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Dedicated to A.

then you came, the daughter of Winter.

I see your sure-footed in the snow.
You took me by surprise even if you've been waiting for their whole lives.
I had to stumble in many faces that looked like you to recognize your own. Were you then
distant light advancing in the night?

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I realized that I had lost when I found a path to follow.
That perhaps, a warmth I fell to the heart that I could not numb.

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your eyes clean air they stopped at a glance that knows how to write and soul, on tiptoe, you've raised my world. Citing
casually you break the door of a fortress believed impregnable, you came into me and I know now the beauty of surrender.

With a smile you killed a man who wanted to finally be reborn.