writing wild - end of part one WARNING: THIS POST MAY CAUSE TEARS
Tonight my belly (part of the body with which it is known, the women they think) knows of pages written and people meet. I made a piece of road with some fantastic people, like me who love words and treat them with respect. People who do odd jobs, different lives and different heads thinking. All this diversity has produced stories, games by a forest and pass a gas station, the foyer of a theater, the Ikea car park, a train, a carousel and much more ..
Each of these people is a story.
The story of who is twenty years old and wants to change the world. That
a vest, Terence Hill and Bud Specer.
That's a tango with a great big heart, who knows this family, past and future.
That's a blonde with blue eyes, which has the force of a brunette and a red spirit.
catlike interior, full of talent and things to say.
That of a Genoese who writes things that you can see, like you would not ever think of yourself.
That the mother of Michael Douglas dimple.
That's a good author, really good, it still moves for a birthday cake remedied in a pizzeria.
that of a woman who carries the dancers without socks in Red Square in Moscow.
That of a union with the bed of reeds.
That's a guy who puts his hero in frizzer of the chihuahua.
That's a Great Gatsby.
That's a call that in all ways with the possible exception of his name, but remember that the first word you wrote and resin.
That's one that comes in half.
And all the others, I just gave a peek, but I'm glad to have met.
"Whenever I'm depressed about how things in the world, I think dell'aereporto the arrivals area at Heathrow. It is generally accepted that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I do not agree . For me love is everywhere. Often it is not particularly noble or worthy of note, but still there: fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, friends. When the Twin Towers were hit , for all I know none of the people who were about to die he called to talk about hatred or revenge, they were all messages of love. I have a strange feeling that - if you are looking for - love really is everywhere. "
Love Actually