Please, please, my parents arrived, they were, they went and again I am all alone. Holidays have passed, New Year and there came a new one year old. I did not even chwilki thinking and what is just pouring my thoughts onto paper. I missed these notes, especially as my mother said that I have anything to write, no, and yet she began to write. It's probably a place with a man more thought. Sometimes I have a weird and strange thoughts of the stupid would not save them for yourself. Cause I do not think that anyone ever read it except my mom. Although for her I would have probably a bit censored.
My mom is preparing to release his volume of verse. First. This is such a family tradition. Both grandmothers write. Both have spent their volumes and Grandma Sophie, even with ten ... Krystal's grandmother is better in prose. Mama, I believe in both. It's just I have a problem with poetry, because I answered only to the original version, that is, do not get metaphors. I love to read books, I love detective stories, sensations, spy intrigue with a beautiful love story.
Rome? Colosseo? 2005 Kobylecki Joseph (my grandfather) broke
us a lift ... Man on the moments drift away into the world of dreams, musings and reflections that it downloads the stupid elevator to the ground ...
I've just learned something from winning the lottery! I hope this is not a weekend at my hotel hihi ...
man can not concentrate at work in the Italian style. Italians are born to przykuwania attention. Besides that, he is an unlucky year for my hotel. This does not work, does not work other thing, we all linger, and to complain. It is a pity such a potential, a new board all broken. The worst thing to not draw conclusions and do not see their faults and shortcomings. They think that everything goes OK, so nothing improves ... Oh, I'm curious, what to write on April 17 ... At the end of the season ...
