Wednesday, September 29, 2010

How To Take Out Sweetness



What's between me and my reflection?

Reflection ... of reflection ... of reflection ...


There ...
Soledad Like a shadow that feels like infinity

There is also ...
as a mosaic of moments
silenced
... ... hidden
Soledad game again and again

by disappointment ...

There Soledad long
that
in itself
will be leaving
single

And there is also an echo Soledad
the echo of our voices lost
of unspoken words

Oh ... oh ...
A feel so infinite ...


Dina
Because it says everything and na ' ...

Saturday, September 18, 2010

M Jak Miłość Nowe Odcinki

Ripley of San Isidro converse

We were able to create a cabinet (our first in fact) of Ripley the issue of urban sneakers. The experience was rich and also fun to talk left us quite freely. Here some pictures of the process.

Helijalder initial concept Capristano


The guys buying wood.

Before

. Showcase vacilla.




Processing

finishing touches

Monday, September 6, 2010

Bushnell Elite 3200 10x40 Vs. Super Sniper

Sufi Tale: The eagle Pichon

There once was a farmer who went to the nearby forest to catch a bird to have him captive in his house. Gotta catch a pigeon eagle. He placed it in the house, along with the chickens. Ate millet and ration own chickens, but the eagle was the king or queen of all birds. After five years, this man was at home visit by a naturalist. As they walked through the garden, said naturalist


"This bird is there is a chicken. It's an eagle. "Actually," said the farmer is an eagle, but I grew up as a chicken. It is no longer an eagle. Hen became like the others, despite having the wings of nearly three meters long.

"No," said the naturalist - she is and will always be an eagle because it has a heart eagle. This heart will one day fly to the heights.

"No," said the farmer. She became a hen and never fly like an eagle.

They decided to do a test. The naturalist took the eagle, raised in the air and, daring, he said,

"Since you are indeed an eagle, because you belong to heaven, not earth, then, open your wings and fly !

eagle perched on the outstretched arm of the naturalist. Idly looked around, saw the chickens down there, picking beans and jumped with them.

The farmer said:

"I said, it became a simple chicken!

"No," insisted the naturalist. She is an eagle. And the eagle will always be an eagle, we will experience again tomorrow.

The next day the naturalist rose with the eagle on the roof of the house. Whispered

-Eagle, since you are an eagle, open your wings and fly!

But when the eagle was down there the chickens, pecking the ground, jumped up and went with them. The farmer smiled and returned to the fray:

"I had told her, she became a chicken!

"No." strongly naturalistic. She is an eagle, always possess a heart of an eagle. We will still experience one last time, tomorrow I will fly.

next day, the naturalist and the farmer got up very early. They took the eagle and brought it out of town, away from the houses of men, on top of a mountain. The rising sun gilded the mountain peaks. The naturalist picked up the eagle to the sky and told him:

-Eagle, since you are an eagle, because you belong to heaven, not earth, open your wings and fly!

The eagle looked around. Trembled as if you experience a new life. But did not fly. Then, the naturalist took it firmly in the direction of the sun, so their eyes could be filled with the solar light and the vastness of horizon. At that time, she opened her powerful wings, squawked with the typical kau, kau of eagles and rose, sovereign over itself.

and began to fly, fly high, fly higher and higher. He flew to flew ... confused with the blue sky.

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