Brazilian Wax With Baboon?

antigraceful *

(* make peace, yes, but from a distance)

I come from a farm is not credible.
I come from a farm is a laboratory product, invented by some ad hoc disappointed (from work, family, from the city), who believes to make money by offering four well presented two vegetables, three ravioli with amaretti flavor ambiguous, four hens are polished.
I come from the farm is a restaurant that still has to pretend carbide with tablecloths studiously rustic tools bought from the farmers market, a little dried flower arrangements' throughout, brick, exposed beams, spotlights, a riding attached.
I come from the farm we go to Milan, the couples, some traditional family that never goes out (and pass the next two months to criticize the banality of food offered), the companies of noisy youths, drawn from the fixed price and on many courses. The farm
I come from is a small movie set which looks to Tuscany, rather than the plain. We harbor G. with the same spirit in which I would go to Gardaland: to entertain her in a fantasy environment. All
bales.

Mark Cornwell, from his blog vicissitudes Lombard

The campaign is antigraceful of my shares, even the dialect betrays no melody here. There are poetic views, do not deny it, for heaven's sake, it's nice green wheat field after a big rain. But the reality is very different from what mice that are looking to the city. Nothing cool factors, a few friendly grannies, there is wisdom in rough and silent, rather, a little 'resignation.
remember - years ago, little niece with a look from the margins - for high technology stables, chicken coops and rabbit hutches gardens increasingly rare.
remember closets full of clothes, just to show off the confirmations of their grandchildren, and shelves with dozens of infrequently used Avon products, bought as not to offend the relative enterprising.
remember lives lived in the dining room, living room because it was used on special occasions.
days I remember days of false modesty and restraint imposed by the shared spaces, households by young monads rancorous older matriarchs and gave no respite. I remember the piles of
Famiglia Cristiana and address books with patterns.
remember kids never encouraged to move towards a different landscape, even just for a look.

I come from the campaign holds, Spartan is not by choice but because joy is not considered decent display here. Therefore, it is beautiful, yes, but you've got to realize it, we have to work a bit 'up, you have to know how to look and make it known, and distrustful.

vicissitudes Lombard is a test to be studied in depth by my part.
Bravissimo Marco, who - in addition to the campaign - can also look very good and pleasant town that made me realize, photographing Milan, which will still always be a commuter. Needless
, sguincio are in every way!



Today even that is struggling Gypsy Mammainverde