Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
What Do Measles Look Like
Cycling front of the fireplace.
RIDING THE CYCLIST bordering the forest. LATTER HAD STARTED TO STAY. We no longer hear 'their voices. Pulling a strange air ....
The biker looked at whether the trees were friendly presence. But almost none existed. A robin came out fast from the undergrowth, that being curious passer-by. Then he disappeared quickly behind a pile of branches stacked. There were in fact bundles of small, left there by people who had cut the wood to stock up on firewood. Those branches, combined with patience, would serve to give life to the fire when turning it on. Then we really would have thought to warm the wood pieces themselves. While the rider was not thinking of anything, he felt a little cold to the face. This feeling disappeared quickly. Seconds later he heard her again.
"Hey," he was told. But he did not understand who might have been. "Go home, now." He heard yet. She stopped hugging the woods. All silent. He started to leave, but stopped immediately. She felt another chill on your face. He looked up and knew.
"Now is the time to come home, I have to fall," said Snow. He forewarned the cyclist, stroking his face with his bow.
"The winter is yet to come. Stattene you home up there on the peaks, that no one will bother! "The cyclist replied in kind.
"But get this - he muttered the snow - no one had ever talked like that!"
"What is needed here? Go to fall in the mountains, where at least bring money. Around here we are in the hills. Bring just the cost ... and broken boxes "the cyclist was not going to give him victory.
"But who do you think of being a man? - Blurt the snow - you rode in February, I was still on the roads. Now is the time that you take off and leave space for me! "
" But if you fall in the mountains not the hassle. In our cities, however, the position where you will move immediately to batch a bit 'here and there. "Said the rider.
"But I'm here for you. - Said the snow - I'm here to protect the forest and gardens from the winter frosts. What do I care you, insolent and spoiled of being a biped, that when I make you comfortable because you sciarmi above I would like a meter! You've never been boy? "He asked impatiently snow.
"Sure, but what does this," asked the startled rider.
"When I saw it fall, while you were at the window in the warmth of your home, what did you do? Crying? "
" Well ... no ... "replied the rider.
"Because instead of always complaining, I use to make your children happy? Regalagli a snowman. If you want I'll fall abundant near your home, "said Snow.
"But I do not have it because fall, but you could not wait? "asked the cyclist, who started trying to find a tuner. "I would ride a little longer," she said again.
"I can understand you, but I think the world should be here with you? Want to have the hot sun when you go on vacation, and then complain that it's hot and looking for shade. Want me when you go skiing ... But who do you think you are? I've never known a close, or have you forgotten how it was "Snow said impatiently.
The cyclist was silent, then said, "I do not mean to offend you ..." He thought he was young, in the days when friends from home did not need the Internet to be together. A when he went with his father to collect firewood in the forest, and finally warmed in the house with a cup of hot chocolate. The rider shook off the flakes began to paint the back. Went back with the bike.
The snow always fell in the meantime. He had no time to keep up insolence of egotism. She fell to give shelter to animals in hibernation, acting as a blanket covering over the holes, for protection against the cold of winter. To make a play for children, so as to "Stan" from their homes in stupid TV. Fell to give poetry to the feasts of Christmas, to show that the springs are the best ones that come dopo gli inverni più rigidi. Però la neve ci rimase male. Da sempre cadeva, e gli uomini l’avevano sempre rispettata. Temuta sempre, ma rispettata. Ora doveva cadere quando volevano gli uomini e dove loro volevano? La pioggia infatti iniziò a cadere insieme a lei, abbracciate. Era la neve che iniziò a piangere. Ma poi pensò ai bambini che sarebbero stati contenti quando avrebbero giocato con lei il giorno dopo. Gli adulti la buttavano sempre via. Lontana. Non la volevano. Ma i bambini no. Per loro la neve era ancora il gioco più bello dell’inverno. Allora tornò ad essere neve. I fiocchi tornarono asciutti, larghi, poetici.
Il ciclista intanto arrivò a casa. Pensò alle cose che aveva detto e sentito parlando with snow. When getting off the saddle he saw his youngest daughter to meet him happy because it snowed. Then he woke up and went back inside the soul boy, at least there.
"Go tell my mother that she can put on a chocolate, and then tomorrow we make a snowman near the gate"
"We put the broom and carrot to make the nose?" The daughter said.
"Okay, we get that too" and went back together.
The next day, a snowman was made recently. He had a big carrot so that was a huge nose. A ruined scarf around his neck, an old broom and a cycling cap on his head. 
RIDING THE CYCLIST bordering the forest. LATTER HAD STARTED TO STAY. We no longer hear 'their voices. Pulling a strange air ....
The biker looked at whether the trees were friendly presence. But almost none existed. A robin came out fast from the undergrowth, that being curious passer-by. Then he disappeared quickly behind a pile of branches stacked. There were in fact bundles of small, left there by people who had cut the wood to stock up on firewood. Those branches, combined with patience, would serve to give life to the fire when turning it on. Then we really would have thought to warm the wood pieces themselves. While the rider was not thinking of anything, he felt a little cold to the face. This feeling disappeared quickly. Seconds later he heard her again.
"Hey," he was told. But he did not understand who might have been. "Go home, now." He heard yet. She stopped hugging the woods. All silent. He started to leave, but stopped immediately. She felt another chill on your face. He looked up and knew.
"Now is the time to come home, I have to fall," said Snow. He forewarned the cyclist, stroking his face with his bow.
"The winter is yet to come. Stattene you home up there on the peaks, that no one will bother! "The cyclist replied in kind.
"But get this - he muttered the snow - no one had ever talked like that!"
"What is needed here? Go to fall in the mountains, where at least bring money. Around here we are in the hills. Bring just the cost ... and broken boxes "the cyclist was not going to give him victory.
"But who do you think of being a man? - Blurt the snow - you rode in February, I was still on the roads. Now is the time that you take off and leave space for me! "
" But if you fall in the mountains not the hassle. In our cities, however, the position where you will move immediately to batch a bit 'here and there. "Said the rider.
"But I'm here for you. - Said the snow - I'm here to protect the forest and gardens from the winter frosts. What do I care you, insolent and spoiled of being a biped, that when I make you comfortable because you sciarmi above I would like a meter! You've never been boy? "He asked impatiently snow.
"Sure, but what does this," asked the startled rider.
"When I saw it fall, while you were at the window in the warmth of your home, what did you do? Crying? "
" Well ... no ... "replied the rider.
"Because instead of always complaining, I use to make your children happy? Regalagli a snowman. If you want I'll fall abundant near your home, "said Snow.
"But I do not have it because fall, but you could not wait? "asked the cyclist, who started trying to find a tuner. "I would ride a little longer," she said again.
"I can understand you, but I think the world should be here with you? Want to have the hot sun when you go on vacation, and then complain that it's hot and looking for shade. Want me when you go skiing ... But who do you think you are? I've never known a close, or have you forgotten how it was "Snow said impatiently.
The cyclist was silent, then said, "I do not mean to offend you ..." He thought he was young, in the days when friends from home did not need the Internet to be together. A when he went with his father to collect firewood in the forest, and finally warmed in the house with a cup of hot chocolate. The rider shook off the flakes began to paint the back. Went back with the bike.
The snow always fell in the meantime. He had no time to keep up insolence of egotism. She fell to give shelter to animals in hibernation, acting as a blanket covering over the holes, for protection against the cold of winter. To make a play for children, so as to "Stan" from their homes in stupid TV. Fell to give poetry to the feasts of Christmas, to show that the springs are the best ones that come dopo gli inverni più rigidi. Però la neve ci rimase male. Da sempre cadeva, e gli uomini l’avevano sempre rispettata. Temuta sempre, ma rispettata. Ora doveva cadere quando volevano gli uomini e dove loro volevano? La pioggia infatti iniziò a cadere insieme a lei, abbracciate. Era la neve che iniziò a piangere. Ma poi pensò ai bambini che sarebbero stati contenti quando avrebbero giocato con lei il giorno dopo. Gli adulti la buttavano sempre via. Lontana. Non la volevano. Ma i bambini no. Per loro la neve era ancora il gioco più bello dell’inverno. Allora tornò ad essere neve. I fiocchi tornarono asciutti, larghi, poetici.
Il ciclista intanto arrivò a casa. Pensò alle cose che aveva detto e sentito parlando with snow. When getting off the saddle he saw his youngest daughter to meet him happy because it snowed. Then he woke up and went back inside the soul boy, at least there.
"Go tell my mother that she can put on a chocolate, and then tomorrow we make a snowman near the gate"
"We put the broom and carrot to make the nose?" The daughter said.
"Okay, we get that too" and went back together.
The next day, a snowman was made recently. He had a big carrot so that was a huge nose. A ruined scarf around his neck, an old broom and a cycling cap on his head.
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