Presumptions and postulations with a twist. Alright then, shall we pencil that in for saturday at 2? Post a week 2015. It is an acquired skill.

Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. 8220;I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles. Happy New Year, dear Readers! .

Rather than focus on a premeditated topic, I am just going to write. Crazy, huh? Of course. But it was more than this. Writing was almost akin to eating or taking a breath for me. It was something I had.

The green hills laugh in McLeodganj. 8216;When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it. Quaint Goan houses of Saligao.

8220;Hay que añadir vida a los días, cuando no se puede añadir días a la vida. Hay cosas que me están ocurriendo en los últimos años que jamás pasaron ni por asomo por mi imaginación. Escribo, quizá mejor o tal vez peor, eso ya son opiniones que no debo dar yo. Sí, he comenzado a juguetear con óleos. Hay situaciones tan y tan excitantes que acaban por aquietar desesperadamente las neuron.

Sometime between Soulwax and White Lies, we took this Openair panorama. At this point, it was a beautiful evening, later the skies opened up,. A sparkling piece of Slow Art. If you have already read my post from yesterday, you will know that Slow Art at the Nationalmuseum in Stockholm made a huge impression on both of us. I promised that today I would share.

A visual journey by a compact camera. This week theme of Weekly Photo Challenge is CREATE. The Coffee maker which create a fine Espresso and Cappucinno. Do you like it? June 27, 2012.

The Blind Men and the Elephant. It was six men of Indostan. To learning much inclined,. Who went to see the Elephant. Against his broad and sturdy side,. 8220;God bless me! Is very like a wall! Feeling of the tusk,.

Gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row. That mark our place; and in the sky. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Scarce heard amid the guns below. We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow. Loved, and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw. The torch; be yours to hold it high.