snow is an extraordinary event, and I found walking in the park at night illuminated by the white coat. I was not alone, fortunately, otherwise I would have hesitated to decide not to go there, despite the enthusiasm at the machine covered with three coats of snow.
thought that the snow will never allow this machine to unrivet from there, and is already as good as I dusted with a brush him away a lot from the roof and the rest. was unrecognizable! when I went out This afternoon I burst out laughing seemed to have disappeared completely sunk and sunk in up and downwards in the snow above the snow will cover each attribute (number plate, line the hood, the luggage racks, mirrors, dirt, glass shape ) and no longer recognized, and below, the snow had done as the banks huddled at the wheels, the doors, to the muffler. only the two windshield wipers, one front and one behind, sticking out like frozen fountains, blacks. In fact, the antenna was completely covered and I'd forgotten when crossed with the blanket over the hood of the brush back and forth by three of € Leclerc, which had to be careful not to scrape the paint, which is already to be shunned from the parking Bologna.
not today but instead, today was so candid, chaste, tender, surrounded by a grumone flakes.
felt so guilty in the environment, could not seem to be a pollutant subject. seemed to have nothing to do with black.
the same way we have tried most exemplary in the park a place for walking. at one point was like being in the desert, though the sea of \u200b\u200bwhite had already been broken in several places by human feet.
and why was it looked like the desert because there were no roads. just a few, mentioned. is more difficult to stay the course if there are no tracks. must choose at every step.
the silence and the echo of a laugh that seems a distant tribal signal. and a siren. gets lost in the park that borders on the outskirts who knows where.
a bottle of wine to keep warm.
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