The snow comes when he wants the sudden, when you least expect it, liberating, when the issues for some time. And
is always strange, charm ... for all, without distinction.
Why is snow free. Capricious and restless but free. That's why pretend respect. That's why it makes us happy. That is why I crave it arrives. Why can not dispose of the exclusive simply swiping a magnetic stripe.
In a civilization which believes that everything can be bought, the snow is one of the last bastions able to give free of random, unexpected and relevant to our boring scheduled life.
No, I do not buy the snow well and keep the fucking sea.
(photo: spot misleading )
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