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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy do you make of all is the common,
Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(Photo: Stratford-Upon-Avon, summer 2008)

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Things like crazy

There was once a blue ATM card, called an IP

December evening, in a library, decides not to allow his mistress to pay for the purchase of a book you are searching far and wide.

Fortunately, the lady has with him a bit 'of base money and gets out from the library with the object the desire (and necessity, as the will to write a paper , but that's another story).

While buzzing in mind the hidden curse TRANSACTION denied, the mistress went to the Castle of money to try to use his card magic.

But as soon as the lady puts the card into the slot between the walls of the castle ...

Glub!

Castle swallows the card!

"Oibò!" Cries the bewildered lady, "What happens and why? The magic card is not free money!"

And immediately called the jesters that say they speak with the Supreme Minister, that will solve the problem.

The next morning, the lady calls the Supreme Minister. The Cerberus tells her to call other clowns ...

So the lady, exclaiming, "PERDINDIRINDINA!" , Talks with another minstrel, who tells her that all is well, in a few days you will receive a new card magic.

"But because there is Codest catch?" Asked the mistress, legitimately curious.

"There is no answer to such questions, Mylady," replied the jester diligent, "perhaps an attempt to fools, or who knows ..."

The lady greeted warmly, and expects to receive the new card magic.

And they lived happily and beggars.

Bottom line: You're probably better dear old pile of notes?

Hello,

C.

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dusting off my corner of the web ...

The year 2008 draws to a close, and not by a hair I scored 365 days of absence from my blog!

I did not want that to happen, and yet this year so I left full of commitments taken by the thought "if I connect to blogs and other things I lose time ...." and so, day after day, I let this virtual diary fell into oblivion.

Yet something drew me.

The desire to tell, the desire to vent, the desire to believe, to dream and smile. Because life is full of commitments, obstacles, difficulties, but also of joy, smiles and satisfactions.

And I want to remember.

I remember the day I decided not to leave college behind.

I want to remember the moments I believed he died stifled by a bigger pain for me.

I remember the times when I was praised.

I remember the times when I have trusted, I remember the times when I was scared, I remember the times when I let myself go.

I remember the times when I had my heart in my throat for an exam, the time when a phone call seems to make you give up hope, and when you call another opens up a world Until then you seemed spellbound.

But I also remember that this world is not magic, it's real, made up of people who want and get it, and ask that they plot, but also of people who encourage you to move forward.

And then ...

And then I remembered my own, of magic, I remember everything I read.

Elective Affinities, The cover of the sea, Jude The Obscure, Astrakhan coat, Caro Michele, Pamela, King Lear, The House on Moon Lake, Bagheria, Emma, \u200b\u200bNorthanger Abbey, Tess Of The d'Urbervilles, The London Scene, Mrs. Dalloway, Dubliners ....

These are some readings that have accompanied me in 2008, and I want to remind you, but make a list like this, straight off, it is not easy.

And I remember the smells. The odors, which are poignant memories.

The smell of London.

The smell of English, the smell of the sea while he plays the wash with your eyes closed, the smell of fires lit, the scent of strawberries.

And I remember the music, which sometimes makes you cry in silence, others will charge for energy you needed ... She's a Rainbow ...

And I remember the moments with friends, laughter, conversation, the smiles of complicity, the arguments, the advice, the outbursts.

A glass of wine, hot chocolate, a food flavored and satisfying.

REMEMBER, NEVER FORGET.

soon,

C.