Crossing
At the mouth of the Scheldt , it is on one side Breskens and other Vlissingen, two small Dutch towns not devoid of charm. The distance between them is about 6 kilometers. For years, a ferry connected the two towns, carrying cars and trucks (for a small fee), but also bicycles and pedestrians (for free).
Since 2003, this association was abolished and replaced by the Westerschelde . The 6 miles became 60, with the toll for the tunnel. When is content to be on foot or bicycle, it is nevertheless always possible to crossing on a ferry smarter and faster. It does not have the same charm wild before, but when it gets too bright (albeit cold) today, it's not unpleasant. If it's only free, the return journey now costs EUR 4.60 per person, which is still cheap.
Whatever ... this trip always gives so much pleasure. For a small twenty minutes, you feel in another world, another rhythm, another truth. The rites of passage - with all their constraints whose meaning does not always clear - I was never too interested. They should be as simple as this passage: you walk a little, you climb some stairs, we sit and let yourself go with the slow pace of the ferry itself leaves gently rocked by waves silky. Without really realizing it, you get the other side: we get up as if nothing had happened, we descend a few steps and then walk long it takes.
If all crossings and passages were all so simple, it would help a lot of things. Here, no need for resolutions, parties or other forced challenges. Just happy to get to the other side! And even back by the same path. But in return, you feel different: one could go there and back, in the simplicity of the crossing.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
15 Year Old Mma Tournements
space between the blue cloud
Finally, it does not take much for the sun shows itself. In reality, just as the clouds let themselves go a bit to create space ... space between the blue sky!
From that moment, everything is permitted. Or rather, it is permissible to believe in everything. Even believing that the intricacies of life are a quiet river facing the sea
No matter where they are going eventually. The important thing is to believe. Believe that anything goes. Believe that anything is still possible. Believe that at the end of the night, there is still light. Believe that it is eternal.
It is not enough - of course - to be born space. It is also necessary to see and watch! Seek to examine that blue in it emerges. Give him the colors he deserves. Make this thin gap a glimmer of hope.
Above all, enjoy every ray savior. Getting lover, or even to lie. And enjoy. Savor every sign of recognition. Take it for what it is, without Gamberg. Bask.
Finally, it does not take much for the sun shows itself. In reality, just as the clouds let themselves go a bit to create space ... space between the blue sky!
From that moment, everything is permitted. Or rather, it is permissible to believe in everything. Even believing that the intricacies of life are a quiet river facing the sea
No matter where they are going eventually. The important thing is to believe. Believe that anything goes. Believe that anything is still possible. Believe that at the end of the night, there is still light. Believe that it is eternal.
It is not enough - of course - to be born space. It is also necessary to see and watch! Seek to examine that blue in it emerges. Give him the colors he deserves. Make this thin gap a glimmer of hope.
Above all, enjoy every ray savior. Getting lover, or even to lie. And enjoy. Savor every sign of recognition. Take it for what it is, without Gamberg. Bask.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Digital Playgrounds Movies Online
Contrast
sometimes arise in the dark sparks of life. Such a burst ontological, they feed at night while in contrast. Through the sudden light, the night seems even darker yet. She earns a unique density and deep inviting to plunge by releasing all restraint.
Sparks are transient. Last night. They flutter from heart to heart, illuminate the dreams, pretend believing that they could persist in a dynamic eternity. Even when - lofty - they shine with their thousand flames, however they fail to break the force of the black night. It merely tolerate stardust. She knows that she alone remains and once extinguished, it will reign alone again and majestic.
The cinders are living elsewhere because the night spreads its mantle. In the light of day, they do not fit and do not seem to exist. This is because the darkness envelops the universe and seeps into the lower corners of the sparks conspicuous by their contradiction random.
The night ended - or so it is claimed - by disappearing. She keeps with her at the few flames that were able to believe could be overcome. The day came, there remains only the flickering flames and debris sneaky.
Soon the night comes, let it be pierced even by these useless stars who understood their futility. Some sometimes dare back in a few moments and artificial intelligence. Then they go out. It remains only at night.
sometimes arise in the dark sparks of life. Such a burst ontological, they feed at night while in contrast. Through the sudden light, the night seems even darker yet. She earns a unique density and deep inviting to plunge by releasing all restraint.
Sparks are transient. Last night. They flutter from heart to heart, illuminate the dreams, pretend believing that they could persist in a dynamic eternity. Even when - lofty - they shine with their thousand flames, however they fail to break the force of the black night. It merely tolerate stardust. She knows that she alone remains and once extinguished, it will reign alone again and majestic.
The cinders are living elsewhere because the night spreads its mantle. In the light of day, they do not fit and do not seem to exist. This is because the darkness envelops the universe and seeps into the lower corners of the sparks conspicuous by their contradiction random.
The night ended - or so it is claimed - by disappearing. She keeps with her at the few flames that were able to believe could be overcome. The day came, there remains only the flickering flames and debris sneaky.
Soon the night comes, let it be pierced even by these useless stars who understood their futility. Some sometimes dare back in a few moments and artificial intelligence. Then they go out. It remains only at night.
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