I offer you my greetings, my friends, readers and accidental, why not, you kind enemies.
E 'already a little' that the Sun is reborn, for many in the world is (re?) Jesus was born, for the Jews is another successful something important, there are other festivals in other religions, but I know nothing of them.
The month of Yule (begins Dec. 23, the day most days and lasts less in a strange way, I do not have time to explain) is characterized by the delicious winter temperature that allows me to enjoy almost carnally cold, calm and spacious skies, a friendly atmosphere of hypocrisy pronounced in those who profess Catholicism. More generally, and it seems to me that this has a strong enough response, the month of Yule means hope for many budding revolt the next spring, a dreamy look in eyes of those who sail these days about the coming year ...
What matters to me is that this is a time magnificent.
How do I find rewarding walk from the ice frost on the grass under a pouring rain, wrapped in my face from the steam. But this peaceful stroll, I realize, is traveling in circles. At the time live life dell'Appeso, or so I hear. The Hanged Man, in his calm and grace, swinging from the branches of his life, keep the world upside down with his hands folded behind his back, lost objects from his pockets.
's me, this, that I do not move and do not do anything different than usual.
And while I hope that passers-by want to reap the gifts of my pockets, because the Hanged Man is a fool and his foolish grin is not benevolent but smile. So we want to reap the fruits of my travel whatever they are, and whether complaints have come back well on your way: take me to see what you combine my words, rimettetemi right, and we hope that the Early Hanged not taking you back to being a happy Magician.
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