Craft Paper Wrapping Paper Animal Print

caresses without rubbing the side of the stove ...

... Suddenly, you stop ... look and twelfth time ... you realize what it ... blind you may be thinking that your own ideas ... might not all be the same forever ... but no ... the truth is that ... .. and so

sad thing is not the soft drops, not beautiful gray sky, nor the exquisite ice that blows between the clothes ..

how depressing and sad ... is to see how the actors ... all are not able to distinguish the difference between what beautiful and common ... details ... textures ... heat that nobody notices ...

the green of the trees after rain ... the aroma of freshly ground when the first raindrops fell ... the spaces between the clouds when brewing a ray of sunshine ...

tears are inevitable ... but I hide them ... those who can not ... those who do not know ...
and the same goes for the other pages, for pages and never forgotten falling ... the end of the day is the very essence, the same colors.

When I do a count ... I stay at 0 ... no ... the truth is a 1 ... and "maybe" that unfortunately need time, but is on track. .. But after all ... view is that ... and is full ... but observing ... there? left? to persist? that remains? born? ... nothing?
would be fascinating to hit a mistake ... but come on! ... I do not ...
the "maybe" to give it to me ... and I hope ...

but ... it is clear that the illusions here are no longer ... these are stories ... are the movies I see creating, while, magnificent scenes that portray every day to wake up, to invent a new engine ...

Sometimes it is so simple ... yet so complex at a time ... is so simple, but simple is sometimes misunderstood, because most of the characters does not include certain strokes of color universal or the annotations made by the most beautiful ...

is so simple ... want a tea ? ...
of any? I have several flavors ...