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What do you think happened to the young and the old
?
And what do you think is the case of mothers and children
?

are live and well somewhere, The smallest sprout
shows us that in reality
there is death,
And if there ever was led to life, and not the time to stop waiting
,
and ceases at the moment when life appeared. All

continuous and all-embracing, nothing is annihilated,
And to die is different from what we all supposed, and luckier
well.

W. Whitman

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Muti and foreign

Last Saturday I went to a surprise birthday dinner for a Nick, a childhood friend of my boyfriend.
There was also the mother of the birthday, a lady round and always smiling, deaf since the age of four years, one of those people who shine with a special light.
Nick and some relatives know the language for deaf people, so they decided to talk to me with a couple of signs, three words and a lip-emphasized. I appreciate the effort.
The person with whom I spent more time was her own, Mrs. Pat.
E 'lay awake until four o'clock to drink lemonade and then shot himself in the morning four-hour drive, alone, up to Birmingham.

There was also a twelve year old, chubby, with a pair of heels ten, leggings and a sleeveless lace top. It is made up all night control to its mini mirror and did not say a word. The father is drunk five beers at dinner, and later, home of the celebrated was presented with a box of twenty cans, and if the drink is almost everything. There was also a nineteen
held in emo: pale skin, tight black shirt, skinny jeans and hair blacks to blow over the eyes. He says he has yet to understand what is on his way, emo or goth. Sitting on the sidelines a little
uncles, whose daughter is playing just for Afghanistan with the army.
were all in short sleeves, there have been ten degrees.
I was wearing the vest of health, a top, a sweater, a velvet jacket and even out the coat.
Working class.


I noticed that some English when they speak with foreign people to be better understood, they raise their voices or repeating the same word ten times.

Vagli a spiegare che esistono i sinonimi.

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These Days Open bags

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking these days
These days -
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I've had the chance to

I stopped my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days -
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my way
And I wonder if I'll see another hide-a-way

I had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days -
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been

losing so long Then I'd stop my dreaming
I do not do too much scheming These days These Days
-
These days I sit on corner stones And count
the time in quarter tones to ten Please do not

confront me with my failures' Cos I Have Not Forgotten Them

Ap Biology Respiration Questions

"La Repubblica" on Sunday morning, I read a review of "The Paris Review, a collection of essays, poems and writings that were published in the magazine over the years.
Part of the book 'dedicated to the technique of writing, the judge, the journalist, brings his thought in this regard:
"One example that mild and' under the eyes of all 'that of the exchange of many women who opening and rummaging richiudendoo hinges, rummaging in bins and pockets, removing and discarding and storing and eventually come up with a dime.
I'm sure each one is tempted to dramatically reverse the entire contents of luggage on a varied and diverse, they too must flash the idea of \u200b\u200bputting everything in sight is and how it is, knowing, however, to induce in the viewer not only wonder but also some form of rapid emotion.
Cosi 'but' do not do not do it. "

an extreme example in point.
In writing should open the bag and let the contents fall to the ground, leaving the reader surprised, identified with without having to admit, shaken, moved.

The point 'that if flap and shake my bag, everything is magically glued pockets, stuck in the hinges, stuck together with an old rubber slip on the bottom of the box, stuck in the corners: he continues to fall and only a wrinkled and flapping absorbent.
One of those with the advice written on the plastic: "Did you know that during your period are you more 'creative?"
I just wanted to say this, and 'embarrassing.

A couple of years ago, at a conference, a lady has inadvertently slipped out of the bag a panty liner, right on the door, after a nanosecond of hesitation and you 'session and has abandoned them'.
The debate was rather formal and object sucito embarrassing 'different reactions, from laughter, annoyance, embarrassment, to pretend indifference.
No one picked it up, it would be a declaration of guilt for those who arrived later and could not see the dynamics of the event, or who was looking the other way. Mrs.
went away 'before the end.

The other ladies looked at the plastic rose slightly disgusted, as if to prove that they had never been used.
I think we must be careful when you open the bag, unless it is to lie a little, or throw the bomb and run away, or not caring altemente edlle consequences, but for the latter option, you need a good coat of fur stomach, a helmet and two blankets on their shoulders.

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A cloverleaf in the salad



This morning I took a train to Stamford, never imagining it would be like.
I found a four leaf clover in the salad I ordered for lunch along with a Jacked Potato. When the circles do not find them in the meadows, then, think a bit ', you arrive with the outline. St. Patrick will be manifested in the salad.

sitting in this bar at Stamford Theatre I wonder how this place looks more like 'a house that a theater with feigned nonchalance take flyers to understand something.
On my side a lady greedily consumes a hazelnut cake topped with a layer of cream, from a distance you would not think, but it brings a wig. Her husband finished the cake after her, his hands and stubby fat sweet seems tiny.
mother and daughter in front of me, speak little, she runs a saucer, uncomfortable.

This morning I chose a destination at random, I got down the train and I found myself in the middle of a cluster of stone houses, as if it were a station house, who knows 'how come they put them'.
After a couple of alleyways, I found myself in front of a park, crossed by a river populated by strange animals, I would say colorful geese or ducks, giant, on the lawn and the rides, a funfair, the same everywhere, that left them 'and invaded through the long river. On top of
a hill in the distance, steeples of churches. "The war has not destroyed the original houses here," reads a sign. There are
city ', as Coventry, have been deleted from the war, have lost their memory of places, and now are annoyingly modern.

The old All Saint Church in the center awaits authoritative and solid and orders you to enter, until you fixed 'does not consider it, come and sit.
On the wooden bench, I was assailed by thoughts of the people who were here over the years to pray, sleep, heat up, a murmur undefined.
Sure, it was my imagination, God forbid.
women with sick husbands, with families and happy, drunken fellow, without a job, inheriting and homeless men, with wives absent, prostitutes and children in war and thoughts other than those you would expect in the church, the concerns of the priests. I love and miss
eplorare, to discover that a quarter of an hour from home so there are places', I like it.