morning I saw another ...
Every day arrival Ostiense Station, take the free newspapers that then light 'in the evening during the trip back home. Finished reading them I put in the bag for the morning after throwing them in the appropriate bins for recycling paper. These baskets are always at the Ostiense station and were made long ago. There are several around the station is along the banks of the tracks, both in the subway, both at the station. At one pole are attached to three circles of which are attached with elastic so many bags. On each circle there is' a wheel cover with three different colors and their writing: white paper, blue and yellow for aluminum to plastic. With all this where I'm going? This morning I was going to throw the papers when I saw the officer who was emptying the bins. He took the bag with plastic bag and emptied it in his big truck, then took the paper and so has emptied into the bag. So what we are doing three different baskets? 'Cause as usual you spend money for nothing? Nobody controls these operations?
course tomorrow cowboy 'newspapers elsewhere hoping to do a better end.
Regards.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Coin Pusher Game Online Play
A pride!
few more steps and then we will be on top;
forward without haste,
through the weeds and stones.
The summit is there, all clear, all
serene in the sun, far from
when it hurts,
out of the fog and shadows.
Soul restless and tired, you do not pay back
:
down the dark steam,
up white light.
You, which torments and oppresses
a heavy and hidden anger, put
mind
rest is nothing but the tops.
Trip Carribean Stomach Bloated
| We live, my Lesbia, and love |
| and do not mind the chatter of the same old too strict. |
| The sun sets and then rises again, |
| but we a short time our day was off |
| we stay a long night without end. |
| Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred |
| then another thousand, then another hundred |
| then another thousand, then a hundred more. |
| So, when we are tired of counting, |
| continue to kiss without thinking, |
| and why not to scare anyone, |
| none of the many who envy us, |
| can hurt us, knowing that you can |
| with kisses, to be so happy. |
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