Where Can I Find Bobby Jack Stuff

... Just ..

These postcards date back all'1875, Pino Torinese at the time was a small country town, rich vineyards and wheat fields, many families cultivate the mulberry trees, the leaves are used to feed silkworms.

life took place mainly in the countryside, the children attended until the third grade after helping the parents to look after the cattle. The women went to the communal laundry to wash clothes, while the older dedicated themselves to the kitchen.




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Running Shoe Making Pattern

only yesterday ... .. yesterday ....

rummaging through old photos, I found the pictures of my father when he was young, how much time has passed .... it seems only yesterday.

Eyebrow Bone Hit And Swollen

And 'every day carnival ... An icicle

Dear readers, dear Go, dear Yakko,
how's life after the holidays partying?
Here are suffering from the cold and perhaps a little 'more. I present here a revival of
away in March 2010, but I thought this morning, is always a good speech, not only after Ash Wednesday.
It applies to everyone, including myself:)

Sometimes I even give birth semideep thoughts, which do not involve neither the McDonalds and the meat marketed there, nor the fact that a place where eating is named so bimbominchiesco, type "Piadina4U "I kept calling" Four Piadina U "and I could not figure out where the four were U, before realizing that it was actually" For You ". Okay, I'm digress.

I mean, who has not ever hide behind a mask for fear of being judged, for fear of appearing himself, with the doubt of not pleasing others? Who has never felt inferior, even without having in mind the true face of those who faces of those who take time to consider, like a demi-god on earth, ready to infuse warm pleasure of the meaningless life of each one of us?
We all have a mask. Maybe with lace, maybe Pulcinella, maybe just white and insignificant. All we need, without even knowing why, rationally, that you want to appear different, whether good or bad. But why this? All we would say that
the best thing is be yourself ... So why, at least once in your life, do not we?

It 'nice to have goals, it's nice to want to improve, but for strength to be somebody else? Of course pretend to be more engaging and fascinating, and then in an instant shatter the dream of being yourself, being someone? Maybe you do not need to look the brightest, the most meticulous, the most serious, the craziest, most interesting, most fascinating, the most intriguing ... the best. Because there is no better. As there is no worse.

Then, we throw away the masks and mostriamoci us fully, without fear, without fear. If you love it, so be it. If you judge us badly, we share the mistakes, we rebuild. We're the best engineers ourselves. We can build and design, letting the imagination plays an important role, yes, but that does not take over. Let us

air masks, we are more beautiful as we are, no need to hide behind our beautiful Faccini lace, lace, plastic, ceramic material.

We throw the masks and the world to shine.