Here we are!
This will be the last post until December 15! This is because I will make a full immersion in French in anticipation of the horrible test of Dali, the C1 to be precise.
As it is not just a walk, and 5 hours of tests including written and oral, I decided that I need to prepare as well, pulling everything and everyone who can remember even vaguely Italian! Not that I disliked, in fact, I know I will too hard, but I have to! Uff ...
This weekend I had the pleasure to have here Sarah, a girl he met six years ago in Rome, at the start to the year abroad. I have a photo with her under the Eifel Tower, hung in a green room. For years, we say that we see, meet, etc., but nothing. 3 letters, 2 calls in all. The strangest thing is that only in those days we actually thought that all these years we were together only three days, and hardly know what. But it just made us smile, and not c'abbiamo much thought.
Today nothing recipe.
I write a little story about a 'particular, to listen if possible of New Slang The Shins ...
C 'was once a teapot.
Simple, purple / red brick. She was beautiful, as round as the sun and the moon. He had a cap white / yellow, great that close. His previous owners did not want, was not well with the kitchen, they said, so they took her to petit rien, a flea market a bit 'more detail of the usual. € 2.50, that's what they decided it was worth.
Una ragazza bionda, con una sua amica mora, passando si lì, la videro. Fu amore a prima vista, e la ragazza bionda decise che stava proprio bene con lo stile della casa dove stava vivendo, e decise di comprarla.
Prese dalla gioia, le 2 ragazze decisero di festeggiare con un tea caldo in un bellissimo salone da the. La teiera se ne stava tutta felice in un sacchetto, bella incartata, vicino a dei bellissimi bottoni che le 2 pulzelle avevano comprato sempre nel bel posto dove tutto è bello ma costa poco . Stava così bene appesa a quella sedia, che decise di rimanerci, anche quando le ragazze, finito il tea, se ne andarono.
La teiera e i bottoni furono messi in un mobiletto wood, above which were supported scented cakes, and went to sleep.
The next day, the girls went back to retrieve the bag, careless and worry that someone could steal those wonders, and to celebrate the joyful discovery, they took another tea. They took him around the city, sometimes rattling here and there, but how happy Easter! blackberry, at one point, he decided to try a T-shirt, she was nice, was very well between the teapot and the buttons! The bag with the pot was then placed to handle .. but the teapot and belly buttons were fattened by force to feel the smell of cakes, and weighed a lot, and the bag began then to slide to the ground without the girls did not know it. Ta teapot held his breath, the buttons are made smaller, but it was a second. A blow, dry and dull.
Needless attempts to reassemble it, it was the broken heart, love always leaves behind it a bit 'of disasters that are impossible to remedy.
With a sigh of sadness, the two maidens came out of the store. They held his arms for a while 'the teapot now broken, and watched over and over again. Then decided to let her go: avvicinatesi a bucket, after a last look, they let her go.
The buttons for no reason, followed it, hidden in a bag, flooded with colored pieces, they had hidden for them to stay close, leaving the fabric flower of the blond girl with no pistil.
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