is after the long winter comes the spring its sweet scents that stimulate the olfactory, thinner, and the pollen carried by the turbulent whirls first warm breezes scattering sneezing and red eyes. the snow will be a cool memory, together with the silence which is always accompanied by nostalgic. the cheerful smile of white snowmen will melt in the warmth of the sun. perhaps the first high fly kites, coloring the sky with small colorful cloth banners and their slender structures jerking violently. and below the children smile with their parents lying on the grass, forgetful of coats and wool and all that shelters from the cold, cold winter weather. sprouts will head shy and scared, wearing those bare branches, reducing their shame. resume classes and drag me with reluctance on the banks of insipid ant. Looking through the glass lights shall imagine being in any place that I have not yet visited, alone or in company, at the end does not make that much difference. Brinder the freedom of the visionary dreamer who accompanies me every day, hoping that wants to continue this journey with me, not for long, much longer. Brinder handsome young heroes that exist in fairy tales, Brinder than a bit 'of land and real, of East and West, near and far. Brinder decisions to be made and what it is now impossible to change, Brinder the joy and warmth of your smile your hugs, the pallor of your skin and your hair the color of wheat. I will lift the cup dark to remember your words, remember who has already left and who still bears, for every friend and every foe honest sincere and reverential. I will lift the cup to remember everything, but I will do just for me.
while the year is fading; greets us with sympathy, however, is gone. gives us one more day of sunshine, a good omen for what will follow in a few hours. rose in a flutter of butterfly, as they say. the goodbye a little 'hidden, a bit' on the sly, as it should be. greet him with joy and confetti and streamers off-season for what I got. greet him with resentment and anger about what has taken away. even if the glasses clinking noise, the celebrations will be quiet and personal.
the world will explode at midnight, hear bangs and noises. Celebrate, celebrate, I shake his hand high in the sky with a song in his head and lots of good intentions - just can not miss it - a smile in his mouth and holding something strong. health!
Au \u200b\u200brevoir, 2008.
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