Starting A Wreath Business

Gray coat .... Sharing

And in the dust of a wet rainy day I bath gray

I dive into puffy clouds that seem to explode and instead

dripping and pouring around it melts and vapor dew. Rain and thick rhythmic

penetrates the earth,

slips on leaf, caressed by fresh, tremble.

Rain returned to the roots of the dark lands,

holy water and ever new,

everything is pervaded, invaded, brought to life thanks to her powerful

Lady

now gives delicate and tears,

with his mantle of very fine gray

prepares violent storms.

Eve.

Why Would You Spot Between Periods?

look beyond the window and wonder what it means to be alive, being here ...! In fact I have asked him many times over the years trying to respond to the truth with my problems I encountered along the way, never with the clarity and depth of this moment I feel a tiny grain of millions of others, scattered in a universe that, like a tornado, you drag on the wings of destiny and you are there who hesitate to attempt to grab your destiny and live in it with all the strength you have. The latter are dragged in chains and all quiet flows, life frantically chasing our routines, habits, work, love the way we have chosen and collides with the inner world, the demands of the mind and soul, where time does not exist, nightmares and miracles alternate cohabit this infinite space of imagination and colorful embroidered rationality. Is never the same inner space, if you stop for a moment to feel the emotions that alternate discover that there are measures, benchmarks .... It 'a fiction to think about the past and say, "I was so, so I did," is only a semblance of consistency that we want a strong grip, as well as the design of the future, all serve to keep us alive and make real our steps and our actions. Now be in an instant life and blossoms in the process that affects a limited time, you may have written what will happen in the near future. And what I feel is true that nothing is absolutely controllable or predictable than themselves as fellow travelers and other people's eyes as our reflection could give us directions, and understand the basis for understanding the one with the ' another, to try to imagine how the lives of others. But the benchmarks do not exist, we meet, we clash, we share and love and time seems endless, we are a little 'richer or a little' poor depending on what we can add to that baggage on the shoulders and then the paths diverge, the memories are broken, some are printed in the soul .... And then there are those moments when you are alone, when you realize that loneliness is a necessary condition to meet each other.

Eva Del Bufalo