Thursday, October 8, 2009

Koleston Color Chocolate

Sasso Sasso




"To be honest, that stone was not really that great. It was a piece of stone whatsoever. He lived his normal life as a rock, sometimes ended up in a puddle, or happened to be sunk underground, or was thrown by some idiot boy. He was a plain stone: smooth, without cracks, but not without bumps, but not perfect.
was also somewhat boring, though I must add, and I would also make it known that ... "
Sasso, shut up. We said we're special?
"... Yes"
Bravo, then submit to our blandishments, shut your mouth you put your mind at rest, give us the Stalinist communist, is' what you want, but do not dare to open my mouth to praise nuovo.Lasciati, Be less hard - ok not the most appropriate word for a stone - with yourself. There
tell us now.

Said, the stone is special.
Look at him, not really known anything special.
E 'well-built from the inside, solid all the way, without imperfections, firm and concrete as a small roccafotrte.
But a common stone, beneath this superficial analysis, like many a rock his companions stones of this stony world.
If anyone remembers, but in a story, a fox said to the little prince that is essential is invisible to the eye. Who in this world is never going to see a thought? Who has ever been able to grasp, if only briefly, the infamous bubble coming out of the brain with the thought drawn in?
None.
But how many of us have been able to guess a person's feelings based on what was inside, hidden from our eyes?
With our rock history is just that: unsuspected and unseen, he went out continuously thoughts, observations, thoughts silent, invisible to the eye was quantopiù possible. Our stone
thought. - "And you'll see" / stone silent. / -
acorto He had stupidly, in a somewhat awkward moment, when a boy picked it up off the ground to throw it against a window. It was at that time when Saso lived in the city - and it was good old-il'68. Students took to the streets to demonstrate, and that very day - September 24, 1968 - A group walked through the streets to the rhythm of songs and waving flags. A silly-boy-rebel taken by the force, had gathered Sasso, and dribbled a few minutes after, he was preparing to throw it.


End .... For now

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