title of the photo: Flower among flowers 
Title of Photography: Boy from Seville in the spring could have titled this post with the name "Snails and rain" or "Cola (not tail) of bull", both recipes very suitable for live station but true dear friends, that spring, I do not know what came over me that I lost my desire to speak or write, which is the same watching the media (blog) of the medium through which I communicate with you. Thus, if you do not take it ill, I get the soul to be a quiet time, probably because it continues to dwell in me a taste for the contemplative activity that began as and I mentioned a few weeks ago.
So to start this interim, I thought let two photos of some of loved ones who had the pleasure of tasting my now famous cod fritters last Easter Sunday, the day on which these paths were fired, two of my grandchildren , of course. Well, to be honest at all, I must point out that one of them, one, only "smelled" and said that gave off a delicious aroma, but even so, he preferred to eat the usual serving of roast chicken (with strawberry jam yes) purchased at the nearest BBQ. And, we all know, friends, flowers are always very delicate, intrinsic to their nature and formal beauty is.
not live by bread alone man, we all know well. Why I titled this post that way, with the idea of \u200b\u200bencouraging them to eat differently. For example, in the company of loved ones, or good reading, or listening to good music, but also to be honest, not that the latter food is not recommended by passionate, because I think great music lover, but, given that there is no place on earth where you will not be forced to hear it, ends one, not tired of it, but the lack of silence as you all know, is sometimes the best of the music, because it allows us hear any other, to those who have inside of us or people that we care. Sometimes I think that this almost psychotic mania for listening to music at all hours, aunuqe be of good, is more abundant in men than in women, aunuqe'm sure you already know that I am nothing sexist, but experience has taught me , and by this I have come to the conclusion that normally he needs to hear more music (a thing is taste and a need) is the biggest sleeping or shortly before it is your emotions or feelings (this is typical teenager For example, where we're always made a mess between feelings, physiological and other events our illustrious natural life), while those / you most sincerely live with them, not only the need but to come to ignore as much as possible (I'm sure some of the heads that keep the eyes that I read compulsively are moving up and down at this time, as nodding). Perhaps because the music, queen of the arts, is that it does best arouse emotions in humans, and rather have and those that fortunately the good ditto and clear wake (eyes open, you know that I recently been operated for cataract and therefore I see with my own that neither God Himself).
So if I may, I recommend that you listen, but no system, but only when it suits them. Like any food, everything has its time and place and, can you imagine having to eat every day and every hour cod fritters, for example?
Yes, I'm sure they imagine.
So without further ado, I open the interim, this obstinate silence need spring, which even surprised myself me, although I comprises sun, because as said the poet whose name can not remember
[...]
to prove,
to pollute to one and my true reflection symmetric opposite.
In-devil-mind opposite.
brief to face the work of the silent spring .
May you continue eating very well, folks, with intelligence and good taste with which they have always seen fit to give.
Thanks.
So to start this interim, I thought let two photos of some of loved ones who had the pleasure of tasting my now famous cod fritters last Easter Sunday, the day on which these paths were fired, two of my grandchildren , of course. Well, to be honest at all, I must point out that one of them, one, only "smelled" and said that gave off a delicious aroma, but even so, he preferred to eat the usual serving of roast chicken (with strawberry jam yes) purchased at the nearest BBQ. And, we all know, friends, flowers are always very delicate, intrinsic to their nature and formal beauty is.
not live by bread alone man, we all know well. Why I titled this post that way, with the idea of \u200b\u200bencouraging them to eat differently. For example, in the company of loved ones, or good reading, or listening to good music, but also to be honest, not that the latter food is not recommended by passionate, because I think great music lover, but, given that there is no place on earth where you will not be forced to hear it, ends one, not tired of it, but the lack of silence as you all know, is sometimes the best of the music, because it allows us hear any other, to those who have inside of us or people that we care. Sometimes I think that this almost psychotic mania for listening to music at all hours, aunuqe be of good, is more abundant in men than in women, aunuqe'm sure you already know that I am nothing sexist, but experience has taught me , and by this I have come to the conclusion that normally he needs to hear more music (a thing is taste and a need) is the biggest sleeping or shortly before it is your emotions or feelings (this is typical teenager For example, where we're always made a mess between feelings, physiological and other events our illustrious natural life), while those / you most sincerely live with them, not only the need but to come to ignore as much as possible (I'm sure some of the heads that keep the eyes that I read compulsively are moving up and down at this time, as nodding). Perhaps because the music, queen of the arts, is that it does best arouse emotions in humans, and rather have and those that fortunately the good ditto and clear wake (eyes open, you know that I recently been operated for cataract and therefore I see with my own that neither God Himself).
So if I may, I recommend that you listen, but no system, but only when it suits them. Like any food, everything has its time and place and, can you imagine having to eat every day and every hour cod fritters, for example?
Yes, I'm sure they imagine.
So without further ado, I open the interim, this obstinate silence need spring, which even surprised myself me, although I comprises sun, because as said the poet whose name can not remember
[...]
to prove,
to pollute to one and my true reflection symmetric opposite.
In-devil-mind opposite.
brief to face the work of the silent spring .
May you continue eating very well, folks, with intelligence and good taste with which they have always seen fit to give.
Thanks.
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