Invitation Card & Matter

bud with a hole

Today Fat Tuesday - that is my personal celebration, which is totally forgot. Unfortunately. Or maybe for good luck. Once

Fat Tuesday Fat początkował week, when it could have been let go prior to the runway thang post - and the bud was not at all fluffy ball of dough yeast and filled only with the hard baking of bread dough baked with bacon in lard.
Enjoy!

Why Does Scorpio Man Withdraw From Flirting

Letter to the Baroque (2)

Continuing the story of the past few weeks, Baroque Dear, I would note that a total of Belfast is bad luck. Because, for example as with friends in the Land Nadwiślańskie talking, then some of my statement "in Belfast this or that ..." react strange smile, saying that Belfast is one of them to associate. In total, the fact - Belfast, Beirut, Baghdad, three gay city B, but no without exaggeration. In August, for example, you could see that this city can be quite another face. City face the sea, the city where the Titanic set sail, after all. Of course, one may wonder whether there is hanging over all this a curse, looking at the fate of this ship, but a topic for another, completely different story, which goes well beyond blogging.

By the way, a strange way I came. Numerous putting the decision in the end. As Kolakowski kurde in lectures, phi.






Well, but returning to the merits. In August, swam sailing to Belfast. Return: the August swam sailing to Belfast. Dozens of beautiful ships, including those of the largest in the world. View of the effluent from the bay under full sail Portuguese Sagres first sparked enthusiasm crowd noise sitting on the shores of the bay in Bangor, and then, when the ship slowly disappeared on the horizon, everyone began to applaud. Amazing impression.







Sam event in the port of Belfast, of course, under the auspices of the classic picnic. Crowds of people stand with grub from different parts of the world, crowds of people, sailboats moored at the quays - the area of \u200b\u200bClarendon Dock joined the list of dream places to live, but no not yet ... these thresholds, the crowds, an amusement park with Ferris wheel, crowds of people and a total amazing how the summer in Norn Iron-good weather.





also remembered and "Titanic." You could visit the building of the former shipyard design office, H & W plans to see the sheets of the legendary passenger liner, to feel a little bit of that time ...





wypominkowa Soon, another part, I think it adds some story about Iris R., for a little flavor to popojawiało. And by the way and also more serious issues happening in Northern Ireland.

Gastric Problem Back Pain

At the stall

gained me feel like a small powrocik to childhood, and especially the books of the series Read my Mom issued by the publisher Our Bookstore . Remember? Thin, square and typical drawings on the back cover. I inherited after his sister the whole pile of these books and I think that if I poszperała at home, it's probably znalazłabym few of them.

Coming back to the point - reminded me of a book with the poem of John Brzechwy the stall. I suspect that the boys are cooking soups worked as the pulse of my heart. And that flaw ...


the stall
Jan Brzechwa

stall on market day
Such talk is heard:
"Maybe you will build for me, so you
fades, Mr. dill. "
"What a surprise, my chives,
I'm lying here since Tuesday!"

He said it kohlrabi:
"Look at the turnip - it is sturdy!"
peas turnip tummy pats:
"How are you, rzepo? More and better?"
"Thanks, thanks, ladies pea
Somehow you live a little.
But parsley - this is worse:
Pale, skinny, could not sleep."
"This flaw" -
sighed celery.

Burak shun onion, onion
A feel to it:
"My plot, my red,
Czybyś not want such a wife?"
Burak only nose plugs:
"Let no sooner Mrs. Flee, I want
wife have beet
Because when you all cry. "
" This flaw "-
sighed celery.

Suddenly you hear the voice of beans:
" Where are you gramoli here? "
" Do not be so great for me "-
corresponds to the Brussels sprouts.
"You saw what krewka" -
Zaperzyła a carrot.
"Let us judge the cabbage!"
"What cabbage? Empty head! "
A Cabbage says sadly:
" My dear, what arguments,
After what your stupid quarrels, and so
Soon, we will perish in the soup! "
" This flaw "-
sighed celery.

I loved poems of John Brzechwa when I was little and still have a soft spot for them. So I was happy when in my home town on a major pedestrian street poet got his Seat on the bench Poets. I admit that once he sat down on his knees, but not for long, because I could not stand the jealous glances Dziwaczki Ducks.