Spells To Turn Yourself Into A Pig

six words of the trees

I ate so many strawberries! How many there are hidden under the leaves slowly moving with the breeze of mattino.Ero smelling. Then suddenly I saw it: the cherry tree high on the Past events screws. Like when you are afraid to wake up someone and they walk slowly, like when something big, sacred is very close to you and you feel small and miserable as the edge of a precipice, you have little thing to grab. So I felt
io.Il heart impazzito.mi plane approached, I patted the trunk of the tree as a child. I waited a little that the sun would rise and when the radius of the earth has touched very close to me, I seduta.Ho crying, I desperately pianto.Ho collected pebbles and with them I drew a cross in the fallow. I was a long time to feel weak and exhausted. The cherry
great friend showed me the company, including a crunch, the undulation of the top, the sinuous branches, fruits maturi.Ho caressed the stones of the little cross, I took a handful of dirt and I squeezed between the mani.Mi pervades the anger and the intense fragrance of your presenza.Le and white clouds are high and close to the horizon. The mountains are crisp against the lead of the clouds, struck by waves of light, and the breeze lightly caress the lawn and the grass just spuntata.Tutto be, shall, I am only sola.posso fall. 28/05/2010