Like Kapuscinski expression ... "sendereante way of walking" referring to the walk of some African ethnic group. Although the road is wide, the gait India leads straight to a silent march: is difficult to maintain a conversation when you go after the other ...
But how wonderful conversation, though mixed voices, walking by a beautiful mountain landscape with soul mates together, rozándonos with the body and the look! ! Godsend I'm not willing to waste!
Yesterday we met seven friends-and three husbands, to celebrate three birthdays. And, really, the reason candles gifts that required palms, ends up being, indeed another: the meeting. That is, look at us, recognize us, tell and hear the latest stories about children or grandchildren, a mother out there, new boyfriend or unrequited love, school, politics, travel accounts, everything is good, all we are willing exchange, listening to the other, interest, laughter ... Everything unites us around the table where the food
-generous and rich, it does not take a leading role, but rather contributes to the meeting. Having
be hosted by Buby and Susana, Susana's embrace the eyes and heart deep and generous as few as a luxury.
Everything conspires to place our joy.
There, the merits, the San Roque Lake candles streaked prick the sky flying flocks flirty looking at the reflection of its wings in the blue water. More here, green trees that push to reach higher; road up and down, indecisive, unable to find the exact location for the best card of a really beautiful landscape! Building
sun and sky, air and joy, went for a walk and almost without warning, we are at the foot of a house whose vision is a property of Cristina impone.Es (one of seven) and his family, who draws back, with the simple naturalness of showing a tasty fruit-the veil that hides a mansion : new construction, we have line of architectural design, beautiful furnishings and decor ... great works of art that bring the voices of distant lands, splendid chandelier teardrops and 59 clustered lights worth more for its emotional charge that his little Franciscan value money; curtains dream, delicious woods and designs, warm colors and exquisite detail. Nothing is more: it all adds to its value, that of the frame, location, the field. It's so beautiful and valuable than our praise and our eyes are being disregarded compete to capture even more details. Needy
subsided, we went to a small terrace, instead of putting a curtain on both the aesthetic stimulus continues, as it dissolves slowly there, in the lake, here in heaven. We hear our voices saying :"... and I saw my house so beautiful out ..."; or "... my apartment is worth what this kitchen "...; or" ... if I sing pretty happy in my shower, would be singing in this superb Calas Jacuzzi !!!..."
And, as so often, contrasting realities everyone knows a little more, stands proud in what you have and cost-no matter how much "because it is theirs and want it, enjoy and admire while watching the other, the alien. It also beautiful.
When it gets dark, we started to say goodbye.
The desire to renew the pleasure of meeting us when and how we think.
Way back in the car of Sarita, with Marta and Fernanda, I also enjoy the lights, air, the landscape ... the echoes of the joy of the day. Chest keep the joy of friendship and sense of belonging to this small but beloved fraternity, they accompany me after returning home and, as so often, I sit at the table and looking at my hands, I repeat once again what the "things" that make up my treasure worth and how much I care for them.
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