Yes, I even changed the design, it was love at first sight for this wallpaper lemons. You know when a picture, sound an odor or any silly free memories? Behold, against this background brought me back to a part of my childhood that is linked to my grandmother visits to aunts - indeed, the great-aunts - and / or her friends, of course with grandson in tow. Yeah, because my father never wanted me to go to kindergarten, remembers when he came out with a broken nose and a series of unpleasant memories. I never asked to tell, but I always imagined a scene vaguely Dickensian. I said, the alternative to asylum was my grandmother, who in addition to bringing my brother and me to the park and watch our games, often violent - on the other hand, those of males have a tendency - we dragged visits I mentioned earlier. Over time I forgot the names of aunts and aunts, but not the set of those encounters, because most of the time, talking to people and events unknown to me, I had plenty of time to look around.
I remember an aunt with the house-toned pink, or maybe I remember it well because every time I went I did find paper and pens to draw, especially one that was pink and old for this m'รจ impressed. That color did not even know existed until I started to see it everywhere, especially at that particular aunt's house, which over time has become Aunt Rosa Antico.
In another reminder of the plates and small squares on the wall, even though I can not focus on those images, and what remains for me is - again - the colors. In this case, yellow, white, green and black, but combined in a very imaginative and cheerful. It seems to me also to remember where you live, but I would not swear. That aunt did not even have a nickname, it's just a fantasy of images that seem blurry but always about to come to the surface and then remains stubborn under the water, but we call her Aunt Decorated. Yes, I think the are well. The third
I remember was the aunt of Rimini, and leads immediately to the dolphins that I had promised I would see by going to find, but of course I'm still waiting to see. But I remember the china in his house, white and colored, put a little 'everywhere with lots of crocheted doilies as if one should arise in mo' Venus' from the waters, including - not even to make it - a dolphin. I could touch it? Better not. So here's a small, plastic and, as a sop. Luckily I was a kid with a lively imagination, so I did it enough. Or at least I think maybe instead I cried like a desperate and I do not remember anymore. From there, somehow, dolphins, porcelain and Rimini are mixed in a memory gray, white and pink. Funny how the colors of my past memories more than any other detail.
Even the memory of my grandmother a color to a pale blue, sometimes with shades of lilac, which is attributed to his clothing in one of his pots. I swear, had to be glazed or whatever it was that color outside and white inside. There, now that I think that's also the color of those tiny flowers of the field that my grandmother - taught me an afternoon at the park - called the eyes of the Madonna, which means the Myosotis forget-me-or, I find that now, thanks be to Wikipedia the official flower of Grandparents Day. Wow, thank goodness that falls on July 31 and not today, or I took a shot to the abuse of coincidences. And now that the color rises to the top, as when dilute the time, I remember that his hair had that bluish tinge, typical of many other old women who abuse lacquer after the permanent hair white.
This thing I had to explain better and in more technical terms thanks to a straight hairdresser, but if not I think of the color of his speech that will be hard for me to remember the details. Okay, trust me. However this tour was in the memory to justify the new look of the blog, and the street I was there I put a little 'of the past where maybe one day I can read it, if in addition to short-sighted, astigmatic, and so I become too color-blind.
I remember an aunt with the house-toned pink, or maybe I remember it well because every time I went I did find paper and pens to draw, especially one that was pink and old for this m'รจ impressed. That color did not even know existed until I started to see it everywhere, especially at that particular aunt's house, which over time has become Aunt Rosa Antico.
In another reminder of the plates and small squares on the wall, even though I can not focus on those images, and what remains for me is - again - the colors. In this case, yellow, white, green and black, but combined in a very imaginative and cheerful. It seems to me also to remember where you live, but I would not swear. That aunt did not even have a nickname, it's just a fantasy of images that seem blurry but always about to come to the surface and then remains stubborn under the water, but we call her Aunt Decorated. Yes, I think the are well. The third
I remember was the aunt of Rimini, and leads immediately to the dolphins that I had promised I would see by going to find, but of course I'm still waiting to see. But I remember the china in his house, white and colored, put a little 'everywhere with lots of crocheted doilies as if one should arise in mo' Venus' from the waters, including - not even to make it - a dolphin. I could touch it? Better not. So here's a small, plastic and, as a sop. Luckily I was a kid with a lively imagination, so I did it enough. Or at least I think maybe instead I cried like a desperate and I do not remember anymore. From there, somehow, dolphins, porcelain and Rimini are mixed in a memory gray, white and pink. Funny how the colors of my past memories more than any other detail.
Even the memory of my grandmother a color to a pale blue, sometimes with shades of lilac, which is attributed to his clothing in one of his pots. I swear, had to be glazed or whatever it was that color outside and white inside. There, now that I think that's also the color of those tiny flowers of the field that my grandmother - taught me an afternoon at the park - called the eyes of the Madonna, which means the Myosotis forget-me-or, I find that now, thanks be to Wikipedia the official flower of Grandparents Day. Wow, thank goodness that falls on July 31 and not today, or I took a shot to the abuse of coincidences. And now that the color rises to the top, as when dilute the time, I remember that his hair had that bluish tinge, typical of many other old women who abuse lacquer after the permanent hair white.
This thing I had to explain better and in more technical terms thanks to a straight hairdresser, but if not I think of the color of his speech that will be hard for me to remember the details. Okay, trust me. However this tour was in the memory to justify the new look of the blog, and the street I was there I put a little 'of the past where maybe one day I can read it, if in addition to short-sighted, astigmatic, and so I become too color-blind.
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