More 'time passes, more' I realize that some people leave in everyone's life a sign of their passage, remain etched in the album of the emotions ... the teacher of elementary schools, Fedelina that all of the out terribly afraid, but we children adored ... Professor Tick, an alternate technique, in which two or three days has taught us the "method" to study, ignoring the concepts of his subject ... my employer, very young, between tears and smiles, I was taught to "work" Mara, who during Pope's illness' has accompanied me nied, making the process pain with colors and sounds ... my yoga teacher, Mario, who arrived at the crossroads "right or left?", he inverted, like a sock , speaking of the "dualism" and making me understand that I must assess the ' together ... and many others who were and "a point and head "in the book of my life.
This story, written in my own way (usually complicates things more 'simple), will recall a meeting among the many who have left his signature on the album ... the encounter between a small Tit female (and 'the name of a bird that sounded good to me ...), and a White Witch ...
"There was once a small Tit (original entrance) spensietaro happy and he loved to fly across seas and mountains, valleys and rivers ... he always carried with him 'a container where collected pebbles, leaves, twigs, shells daughters ... explosive rava far and wide, stopping to d oss \u200b\u200b ervare everything, even if inert ... collected everything 'that he felt satisfied ... carried the container to the nest, and mam but on time, gl the saying, "What do you will ever need all these things are useless, they outline, but throw it ..."... Codi, persuaded and pushed out of his reverie, he replied: "No, Mom, I'm not useless, I want to create for ourselves something, I would give life to something new ... see, if you paste
twig here, and another here ... "
Mom snorted, but then when you thought it would be removed, he would" nest clean! "Every so often, Codi, listening to music, dancing, waving, landed, opened the container with the loot and cut out, glued, painted, tied, mix og ni mama said that it was "useless".
One day meeting 'a Uccea
llin male and you 
',... attended for a while together they went to take long flight through the woods, and discovered that both had the p axion for the mountains ... they decided to get married and their union was born a "little" brisk brisk ...
Codi, little by little, overwhelmed by priority 'domestic from work and concern for the little baby, you walk away' from q uelle that once were his dreams, he stopped flying in his own world and daydreaming ... the months passed, and a few years, and Codi was always busy with many things in the ... evening, tired, exhausted, she returned to the nest, waiting only the time to go to bed ...
One of 'sun, aim to provide food for lunch, tell' a smell coming from a forest that apparently had not yet explored ... I follow 'the trail and came down to see ... leaning against a branch to diabetes, he saw before him 'a little white cottage that stands out among huge colorful flowers ... a soft smoke coming out the chimney ... in fact Codi felt that "fragrance" becoming more and more' strong ... felt enthusiasm and thoughtfulness, emotion that, unfortunately, I feel so much ... what would you want to do things of the past, dream and fan tastic but ... no n knew where to start ...
The incurable 'mo
lto a writing engraved on a piece of bark and hung on the door of the white house: "The Dream" ... "It will be 'just a dream" I' ...
begin 'to flit from branch to branch, approached' at the window, leaped near the large window, frames from twigs and berries, and curious' ... in ampoules and stills, and wool yarn, fabrics and all sorts of colors, embroideries ... a long-haired lady was sitting on a rocking chair and sing tbsp a tune, gracefully weaving a plot, on fine linen ivory ... "What a place, and 'Why this ? Codi said to himself'..." As I meet these lla lady, maybe she would know the way to show me the path so that I p Erdut ... "
The long-haired lady, conscious dell'esserino stuck to the glass de the window, got up, 'open' the door and said politely: "Hello, who are you? Why 'You stand there' all alone? Sign in if you like ..." A Codi did not seem real, it was like entering a magical world, and the scent of wood and resin ... "Tell me, where are you? Have you lost? Can I buy you a cup of tea to spices?" asked the nice lady ...
'Aime', I can not find 'the way of fantasy, I feel the fragrance of enthusiasm, but do not know where to start ... "Anyway, my name is Codi. Where am I? All things seem to point out here that the result of years and years of work, perhaps a hundred, maybe more '... but the lady that I see before to me it shows hardly a q uarantina ... that devilry and 'this? I'm dreaming, maybe e. .. where is the secret of all this? "
Mrs. took two steaming cups of tea , will offer 'to a Co of , adjusted' hair, sat in the rocking chair and slight air of serenity with said "Actually you're right, you're not dreaming, 's all real, but the devil has nothing to do ... my years are many, and a bit' not count them more '... I have so many things to do and create ... I have no intention of being distracted by the passing time ... he is sufficient unto itself, while I imm ergo another size ... "
Such Radha
to Soam said: "Youth is not 'a period of life,' instead of a state m body, and 'hardening of the will'. And 'a quality' of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the desire for adventure on that of convenience ': Not as you get older' cause you have a certain number of years, but because 'it renunciation of one's ideals. The years wrinkle the skin, but the waiver enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. "
Codi was stunned by so much wisdom and gambling'...:" Ma .. but. .. only white witches ... "
" My name 'Strix ... "interrupted the lady" ... and you are welcome ... here there is' room for everyone who loves creativity ', there are no limits to the imagination and there is no' difference to anyone ... you look the way you tell 'the secret to find it ... close your eyes and let yourself go , carried away from your desires and your fantasies, for it! "
Codi could not believe that the secret for themselves enclosed in a
mu the to so 'simple ... with patience, Strix, the call' to sit beside her, took a cut of flax, u n August , wire, put everything in front of Codi and said, "Let us leave here, from Old Point; embroidery and 'delightful art and relaxing, and you give 'way to take off again ... " Codi feel 'that he had found confirmation and comfort, look' deep gratitude for Strix ...
convinced that nothing and no one would ever again 'taken out of the path ... chirping' strong fort, with a great leap came out 'at the door, leading' the flight and went 'on and on and on, in the clouds and then down ... 'to glide ... felt the cool air between the feathers and the scent of pure , it seemed to see all things from another perspective .....
decided to open his own "little piece of heaven " where to retire any time, and flutter happy and carefree, and playing and laughing and joking, and find new friends ....."
The story ends Here, NO, NO, INDEED, BEGINS HERE
... ... and if you like to go through the LELIBOSCO , a young grove, where Codi meets in secret the lady with long hair, you can discover DREAM of Strix ... "a dream come true ".....
... the story was created to reveal a bit 'me, and to introduce you to my teacher and friend Federica embroidery, to which I owe much and to whom I had dedicated this post at the beginning of "Elitebirdfly," which takes me into the path of the imagination and encourages me to continue ...
This story, written in my own way (usually complicates things more 'simple), will recall a meeting among the many who have left his signature on the album ... the encounter between a small Tit female (and 'the name of a bird that sounded good to me ...), and a White Witch ...
"There was once a small Tit (original entrance) spensietaro happy and he loved to fly across seas and mountains, valleys and rivers ... he always carried with him 'a container where collected pebbles, leaves, twigs, shells daughters ... explosive rava far and wide, stopping to d oss \u200b\u200b ervare everything, even if inert ... collected everything 'that he felt satisfied ... carried the container to the nest, and mam but on time, gl the saying, "What do you will ever need all these things are useless, they outline, but throw it ..."... Codi, persuaded and pushed out of his reverie, he replied: "No, Mom, I'm not useless, I want to create for ourselves something, I would give life to something new ... see, if you paste
twig here, and another here ... "Mom snorted, but then when you thought it would be removed, he would" nest clean! "Every so often, Codi, listening to music, dancing, waving, landed, opened the container with the loot and cut out, glued, painted, tied, mix og ni mama said that it was "useless".
One day meeting 'a Uccea
llin male and you 
',... attended for a while together they went to take long flight through the woods, and discovered that both had the p axion for the mountains ... they decided to get married and their union was born a "little" brisk brisk ... Codi, little by little, overwhelmed by priority 'domestic from work and concern for the little baby, you walk away' from q uelle that once were his dreams, he stopped flying in his own world and daydreaming ... the months passed, and a few years, and Codi was always busy with many things in the ... evening, tired, exhausted, she returned to the nest, waiting only the time to go to bed ...
One of 'sun, aim to provide food for lunch, tell' a smell coming from a forest that apparently had not yet explored ... I follow 'the trail and came down to see ... leaning against a branch to diabetes, he saw before him 'a little white cottage that stands out among huge colorful flowers ... a soft smoke coming out the chimney ... in fact Codi felt that "fragrance" becoming more and more' strong ... felt enthusiasm and thoughtfulness, emotion that, unfortunately, I feel so much ... what would you want to do things of the past, dream and fan tastic but ... no n knew where to start ...
The incurable 'mo
lto a writing engraved on a piece of bark and hung on the door of the white house: "The Dream" ... "It will be 'just a dream" I' ... begin 'to flit from branch to branch, approached' at the window, leaped near the large window, frames from twigs and berries, and curious' ... in ampoules and stills, and wool yarn, fabrics and all sorts of colors, embroideries ... a long-haired lady was sitting on a rocking chair and sing tbsp a tune, gracefully weaving a plot, on fine linen ivory ... "What a place, and 'Why this ? Codi said to himself'..." As I meet these lla lady, maybe she would know the way to show me the path so that I p Erdut ... "
The long-haired lady, conscious dell'esserino stuck to the glass de the window, got up, 'open' the door and said politely: "Hello, who are you? Why 'You stand there' all alone? Sign in if you like ..." A Codi did not seem real, it was like entering a magical world, and the scent of wood and resin ... "Tell me, where are you? Have you lost? Can I buy you a cup of tea to spices?" asked the nice lady ...
'Aime', I can not find 'the way of fantasy, I feel the fragrance of enthusiasm, but do not know where to start ... "Anyway, my name is Codi. Where am I? All things seem to point out here that the result of years and years of work, perhaps a hundred, maybe more '... but the lady that I see before to me it shows hardly a q uarantina ... that devilry and 'this? I'm dreaming, maybe e. .. where is the secret of all this? "
Mrs. took two steaming cups of tea , will offer 'to a Co of , adjusted' hair, sat in the rocking chair and slight air of serenity with said "Actually you're right, you're not dreaming, 's all real, but the devil has nothing to do ... my years are many, and a bit' not count them more '... I have so many things to do and create ... I have no intention of being distracted by the passing time ... he is sufficient unto itself, while I imm ergo another size ... "
Such Radha
to Soam said: "Youth is not 'a period of life,' instead of a state m body, and 'hardening of the will'. And 'a quality' of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the desire for adventure on that of convenience ': Not as you get older' cause you have a certain number of years, but because 'it renunciation of one's ideals. The years wrinkle the skin, but the waiver enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. " Codi was stunned by so much wisdom and gambling'...:" Ma .. but. .. only white witches ... "
" My name 'Strix ... "interrupted the lady" ... and you are welcome ... here there is' room for everyone who loves creativity ', there are no limits to the imagination and there is no' difference to anyone ... you look the way you tell 'the secret to find it ... close your eyes and let yourself go , carried away from your desires and your fantasies, for it! "
Codi could not believe that the secret for themselves enclosed in a
mu the to so 'simple ... with patience, Strix, the call' to sit beside her, took a cut of flax, u n August , wire, put everything in front of Codi and said, "Let us leave here, from Old Point; embroidery and 'delightful art and relaxing, and you give 'way to take off again ... " Codi feel 'that he had found confirmation and comfort, look' deep gratitude for Strix ... convinced that nothing and no one would ever again 'taken out of the path ... chirping' strong fort, with a great leap came out 'at the door, leading' the flight and went 'on and on and on, in the clouds and then down ... 'to glide ... felt the cool air between the feathers and the scent of pure , it seemed to see all things from another perspective .....
decided to open his own "little piece of heaven " where to retire any time, and flutter happy and carefree, and playing and laughing and joking, and find new friends ....."
The story ends Here, NO, NO, INDEED, BEGINS HERE
... ... and if you like to go through the LELIBOSCO , a young grove, where Codi meets in secret the lady with long hair, you can discover DREAM of Strix ... "a dream come true ".....
... the story was created to reveal a bit 'me, and to introduce you to my teacher and friend Federica embroidery, to which I owe much and to whom I had dedicated this post at the beginning of "Elitebirdfly," which takes me into the path of the imagination and encourages me to continue ...
