Examples Of An Aka Interest Letter

In this period I always reminded of a passage of those sages who wrote the journalist Luca Goldoni.La feeling of a year that ends you feel better at the end of August when the beaches sbaraccare umbrellas and cabins, when you see elderly people sitting on the pedal now pulled to shore for the winter, when disassembling the cabine.A New Year you have the feeling of a party obliged but not one year that ends ....... ................. FESCO now I feel the scorching heat all day and disappeared, and every year I plan to enjoy the summer in full, and every year I find myself here to say it. ..... will be 'just the fatigue that takes over is not even want to try to live the covers and postcards going swimming, going to the beach to make a life on the beach, I like to stay here to put things in order , my memories, look for a way out of a vortex of life quotidiana.Lo ends the summer because I understand that you must cover the evening, is no longer 'should eating slush, ice, ice cream every summer frutta.Cerco friends that there are no more ', as the train starts to go and bathe in some sea home, I try to run those evenings spent that morning on the beach that afternoon on pedalo ', but I know that back'................ more melancholy every time it was almost a constant returns to those moments when the reckoning in a vita.Ripercorro the second film of my life, the phone rings there ok 'to work, chido umbrellas in my mind, I would like to reopen the diaries and notebooks scoastici but instead there are even those, how many remember when you chased the stationer for textbooks ...... already ', but now the problems are other more' thorny, how? watch forward with her eyes full of tears for the emotions arising from a school diary many years ago ........ a fresh greeting from Bruno Nicora

White Roses With Purple Tips

in August. ... when a little 'work and life swirling truce give love in return train stations who saw me leave and arrive, sometimes sad, sometimes hopeful, sometimes veincente sometimes loser ........ my time, 'the early afternoon, August testa.La sun perpendicular on the deserted station, the track comes like a ghost and the voices of those who' went to sea, fontamnella and 'them' and goes from 30 years .. ....... always the eternal stream of water and that fish faded red, from the fountain near the idea of \u200b\u200ba reconstruction of sea, mountains in just a few meters on a sidewalk ferroviario.I tracks are hot and the flickering above confirms that the summer is cooking all ricordi.Il my sight is lost both north and south to the industrious and Milan to the fresh liguria.Che want to be there already inverno.Poi 'bar, fresh and warm with ice cream and packed a can of iced tea that stands out in a poster ... ......... well you see the droplets of water drawing, drink and refresh your summer! way, the heavy footsteps lead me to see beyond, a stationmaster bored ......... a cop who still wonders why, and 'shift ........ but I ask myself why every esta find myself here at the station to look for to bind together those faint memories so that it can also only for a short period reconstructive nice ........ and then if this was an escape from the world with his nasty? do not understand how you can not feel my heart tremble 13 of the August afternoon on the sidewalk of a railway station, with a can of iced tea in hand, a bag that smells of fatigue and loneliness, to buy a newspaper that does not feel alone even though about things that we 'do I damn! you look on the track! brown Nicora

How High To Install Curtain Holdbacks

summer triggered something in me ....... as if the time machine is activated and the heat did emerge the periods from my memory of my childhood ....... like a new French poet seeking artifacts and mechanisms to remove me from the ground and fly into the world of memories so 'sweet and reassuring my absinthe today ....... and 'a movie ..... a fim trash that is only the first smile ......" acapulco beach left, "I still remember the poster stapled with staples on the tables of wood green cinema tortona ... .. they are a memory crystallizes 80 years ...... the holiday period was not as obvious ..... ...... today that range from not leave them, or go to the weekend end of the world to bathe in a sea cartolina.Amo humility 'of that film of Italians on holiday on the beaches of Romagna, where the sand which formed a line with the horizon stood out, not even a hill .... where the sea was no detention of the Caribbean, but boy I dreamed of those places, situations and who knows why today, in 2008 there ripenso.Un Coke to a pizza was enough to turn an evening ....... now if you do not go to the disco until 6 am and not 'even a serata.Amo remember when we went to shore to rest, swim, make sand castles, the girls paraded as Miss Italy .................. we were all equal all to rest after work ..... what's salary today ...... that temporary workers are a real social category are witnessing an explosion of luxury in the summer .......... tropical seas, planes that carry around tourists eager to see the trees near ......... maybe do not know that in Italy there 'something to evdere and a little' more 'particular palm ...... I do not say the dusty museums (which is fascinating), but suffice davati wonder the Sistine Chapel ...... but back to the years 80.Estati bicycles, kites, tasks to be put off, its cities' to be rediscovered ................. ....................... knows' if we were to get between the boys of the 80's ...... it wondered playstation, mobile phones, the Holidays around the world ....... perhaps a tear will come down 'on their cheeks when they know the labor unstable, would not understand the meaning of petrol going up, the loan to buy a refrigerator, look for the 126 now displaced from their cars know East ................... and then seek to understand why, instead of changing the route continues to be stunned with a lifestyle to the limits not to think that the sacrifices are part of life here .............. I feel so '. I just my campaign, a drink, a book, and it' just summer! a summer greeting from Bruno Nicora