but this time I did not

1wvnn279 · Wysłany: 26 Mar 2011, 01:0 Temat postu: but this time I did not

Editor's Note: Any season of the sea is beautiful, has its different charm, watching the sea can make the broader,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], more quiet. Yesterday, a friend said: I gently turned her down, I said to her: Friends say that I am pedantic, I do not deny that, just gently shook his head, really, for me, now go to the beach, so a little luxury.
spur of the moment may be friends, casual, and perhaps friends and really have the leisure time to go to sea. But I did not, there is no reason and time to go to sea. First of all, time does not allow me to go out, followed by that is most important is that you're not mentally prepared to go the beach, state of mind has not reached the level of the sea to see, really a little afraid to go to sea, fearing desecration of the sea reverie and understanding. I think, to see the sea, they should have the same mind with the sea, but this time I did not, I will be all the inward often filled with worldly things, my thoughts have been some very real, very helpless mind occupied, I know I do not care come to that, my heart is not calm, so I do not go so clean place to go faint. Although there is no agreed
friends to breathe, but also brought back the sea of my thoughts and desires are thought to see the sea.
summer sea must be loud, noisy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], nor was I long for. I love the sea should be quiet, you can let me tranquilly, at will breathe in a shallow sea, talk to chase the tide, and extreme fatigue in the body when lying on the beach is very casual, listening graceful waves, smell slightly fishy smell of seafood, sucking moist air,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so that my mind like a wide line to the sea and the sky, so that my mind does not invariably stay that bright glare of the sun.
luggage when I can pack a good mood ready to go to the beach when I think it should be the Autumn of my life. That's my heart there is no summer heat, but also be able to slowly make their feelings attributed to a good location, quiet by then,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], enjoy the mood to go with my heart, have long wanted to visit the Holy Land. Overnight in the sea of clouds in the highlighted boilingel, appeared in the flowers and trees in the courtyard, or the emergeance of a beautiful minuscule building sojourn. Can select their own preferences optimal meet their own state of mind where to go bathing, to listen, to talk, to swim. Let your heart on your desire to have the net. This time, they should be trapped against the secular, is very elegant, very enjoyable to see the sea.
when the sea is not the burning hot summer sun baked, not so crowded noisy sound of a vast sandy beach, it should be very calm, very pleased to receive my visit, I let the waves in shallow water pushing itself go, and some people never achieve a high degree of natural unity.
Well, then choose the right season,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in the autumn of his life when the good bags back to see the sea, to breathe!

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The path led to a tiny village perched on the steep sides of a mountain. The place consisted of a straggling unmade road which was lined on either side by small houses. Even under a clear blue sky, the village looked forbidding, as all the houses were built of grey mud bricks. The village seemed deserted, the only sign of life being an ugly-looking black goat on a short length of rope tied to a tree in a field nearby. Sitting down on a dilapidated wooden fence near the field, we opened a couple of tins of sardines and had a picnic lunch. All at once, I noticed that my wife seemed to be filled with alarm. Looking up I saw that we were surrounded by children in rags who were looking at us silently as we ate. We offered them food and spoke to them kindly, but they remained motionless. I concluded that they were simply shy of strangers. When we later walked down the main street of the village, we were followed by a silent procession of children. The village which had seemed deserted, immediately came to life. Faces appeared at windows. Men in shirt sleeves stood outside their houses and glared at us. Old women in black shawls peered at us from doorways. The most frightening thing of all was that not a sound could be heard. There was no doubt that we were unwelcome visitors. We needed no further warning. Turning back down the main street, we quickened our pace and made our way rapidly towards the stream where we hoped the boatman was waiting.