Thursday, February 25, 2010

Satisfuction Hussyfan

A Monte Sant'Angelo will no longer do these photos!


Un uomo, il suo cavallo ed il suo cane camminavano lungo una strada. Mentre passavano vicino ad un albero gigantesco, un fulmine li colpì, uccidendoli all'istante.
Ma il viandante non si accorse di aver lasciato questo mondo e continuò a camminare, accompagnato dai suoi animali.
Sometimes, the dead takes some time to take stock of their new condition ...
The journey was very long, had to climb a hill, the sun beats down and they were sweaty and thirsty. At a bend in the road, they saw a magnificent gate, marble, leading to a plaza paved with blocks of gold, the center of which stands a fountain with crystal clear water.
The traveler turned to the man who guarded the entrance.
- "Hello"
- "Hello" said the keeper.
- "What is this place, so beautiful?"
- "E 'heaven'
-" That's great to have arrived in heaven, we have so thirsty! "
-" You can go and drink at will. "
The guard pointed to the fountain.
-" Even my horse and my dog \u200b\u200bthirsty "
-" I'm very sorry, "said the warden,
" but this is not allowed entry to the animals " .
The man was very disappointed, his thirst was great, but he never drank alone.
thanked the guard and went on.
After walking up the long hill, the traveler and the animals came to a place whose entry consisted of an old door,
that opened up a dirt path, bordered by trees.
the shadow of one of them was lying a man wearing a hat;
was probably asleep.
"Hello "said the traveler.
The man nodded his head.
- "I, my horse and my dog \u200b\u200bwe're thirsty."
- "There's a source among those rocks," said the man, indicating the place, and added
:
- "You can drink at will."
The man, the horse and the dog approached the source and quenched their thirst.
The traveler went to thank.
"Come back when you want," replied the man.
the way, do you call this place? "
-" Heaven. "
-" Heaven? But the keeper of the gate of marble said the sky was there! "
-" That is not heaven, is hell. "
The traveler was puzzled.
" should prohibit them to use your name!
Of course, this false information would cause great confusion "
" Absolutely not. In fact, there are a great favor.
Why stop there anyone who does not hesitate
to leave their best friends ...." He said the guardian




Never leave your true friends
Why: find a friend and a Grace,
have a friend is a Gift,
Keep A Friend is a Virtue ....


Paulo Coelho


Did you like this story? What do you think?
I liked it a lot, and I approve this final in full because of so-called friends if they find plenty of them around, but we need to see if they are really serious about this and if we keep them, because friendship is as a


"sand castle, hard to build, easy to break"


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Ohio Renewal Of Driver's License

Dedicata al mio Amore

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Swingset Chicken Coop



slowly dies


day the same itineraries, who does not change


the march


who does not risk and change the color of the clothes,


does not talk to those who do not know.



He or she who shuns passion,


who prefers black on white


, dotting the "i"


rather than a set of emotions,


kind that make your eyes shine,


those that make


a yawn a smile,


those that make the heart beat


face of mistakes and feelings.


Slowly


dies who does not overthrow the table, and who


'unhappy at work,


who does not risk certainty for uncertainty


to chase a dream,


who does not allow at least once


life, to flee from sensate advises.

He or she who does not travel,


does not read, does not listen to music,


who does not find grace in himself.


Dies slowly he who destroys pride,


who does not accept help;


who passes his days complaining of his bad luck


or the incessant rain. He or she




who abandons a project before starting it, who does not





questions on subjects he does not know,





who does not answer when asked about something he knows.


We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that





being alive requires an effort far greater


the simple act of breathing.


Only a burning patience will lead


the attainment of a splendid happiness.








Pablo Neruda