Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Invitation Letter To Attend Wedding In The Usa

that track, the words of French cyclist

" Having slipped the cape and have tasted the last piece of chocolate tart off with the words of the French cyclist who hammered in the head.
As always, every peak reached, the Mago is more intense. The climb is a wonderful metaphor and has one big flaw: once you reach the top you can not get that. Who knows if it is a fault that. It is part of the metaphor .. when all you can lose everything, but here is a reinforcement, when you reached the maximum amount you have to lose, there is no alternative. And that is why the subjective time of the rise should be savored with all the bitterness of fatigue in your mouth, you're gaining the excitement of the benchmark is well aware that once on, the joy of the climb, take over the sadness of having to go down.
The wind is very exciting up here, the layer of moisture covering the plain is like the cap of the container in which all can live and within which the rules than the emotions. When you can not go above the heart to control. That's why there is sadness in the fall, we will return to fasten their seatbelts conformity, being as others expect you to be.
Yet it is also the way down. And for the first time, thanks to the simple words of greeting the French cyclist, tried to give a positive sense to go down to lose altitude to return to the departure.
Perhaps the key to understanding is the awareness.
was a special day for him, felt his own, he felt he could live those hours as they really wanted to live them. And programming for some time: the holidays at work, eyes on the map for some last night, the feeling of freedom already on the skin. The choice of destination was always at a peak with a particular meaning, other than annually, each year more intense.
On May 13 he's always got the sun, the intense perfume of flowers, the mountains seem clear from even closer, the sky cleared by the spring wind "

This was what I wrote last year after returning from my tour birthday, Mount Cesen.
a year it all changed: now the road is not made of asphalt but, finally, people, feelings, passion and life.

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