In Twitter live in a large apartment building where neighbors communicate through a sunny patio, say, in a nutshell, what we think, we highlight what we think is worthy of mention in other and we pass on breaking news on issues that worry us or make us grow. Do not ask anyone's permission to enter and live there. No commitments established, simply, we agreed, we feel good and we stayed. Monday, February 28, 2011
For A Acrostic Poem What Can R U S S I A Can Be
The Blog, the home of my words
In Twitter live in a large apartment building where neighbors communicate through a sunny patio, say, in a nutshell, what we think, we highlight what we think is worthy of mention in other and we pass on breaking news on issues that worry us or make us grow. Do not ask anyone's permission to enter and live there. No commitments established, simply, we agreed, we feel good and we stayed.
In Twitter live in a large apartment building where neighbors communicate through a sunny patio, say, in a nutshell, what we think, we highlight what we think is worthy of mention in other and we pass on breaking news on issues that worry us or make us grow. Do not ask anyone's permission to enter and live there. No commitments established, simply, we agreed, we feel good and we stayed. Moreover, although I have my account inactive Facebook, I think they find is that space eventually go for a drink and share experiences, words and creations without leaving the virtual world.
But the Blog, this blog that my silence lives , is the home of my words. I own no more scripts that I do every day. Has its doors wide open to anyone who wants to know how to live in it and the complexion of the talks that I keep with me, which spring from my creative spirit, make me vibrate, feel and move.
"acquired" the land for nearly three years in the real estate Blogger. I made the necessary arrangements to take my place on the net and choose the structure and materials: the rooms and compartments that would enable it, the colors of the walls and the paintings that adorn.
And, when the continent was to my liking, I ordered the content. I started filling it with emotions and feelings play with the letters of the alphabet. I was leaving footprints in my mood, my concerns, worries and joys. Then, I thought I could share with my people and invited them to pass. I
holidays in style, where guests performing precious comments and showered me with gifts. I was delighted to know that not only liked the decor, but also wanted to keep the conversation and a good atmosphere. I ordered
also a special room for friends with whom he shared tastes, the owners of other blogs-they could stay when they wanted, and established presence and deep ties and friendship that still survive.
After a while, I needed rest, and changed the party for peace. Left intact the rooms of my friends, but closed the space for conversation. We notice that, for a time, needed to be alone, but did not want to leave me. So I left all the doors and windows open, so that if they wished, to approach quietly and read me.
"acquired" the land for nearly three years in the real estate Blogger. I made the necessary arrangements to take my place on the net and choose the structure and materials: the rooms and compartments that would enable it, the colors of the walls and the paintings that adorn.
And, when the continent was to my liking, I ordered the content. I started filling it with emotions and feelings play with the letters of the alphabet. I was leaving footprints in my mood, my concerns, worries and joys. Then, I thought I could share with my people and invited them to pass. I
holidays in style, where guests performing precious comments and showered me with gifts. I was delighted to know that not only liked the decor, but also wanted to keep the conversation and a good atmosphere. I ordered
also a special room for friends with whom he shared tastes, the owners of other blogs-they could stay when they wanted, and established presence and deep ties and friendship that still survive.
After a while, I needed rest, and changed the party for peace. Left intact the rooms of my friends, but closed the space for conversation. We notice that, for a time, needed to be alone, but did not want to leave me. So I left all the doors and windows open, so that if they wished, to approach quietly and read me.
Every day I break into the home of my conscience. I am changing the site objects to suit the moment, I renovated and extended, and I worry that as comfortable as possible for those who take it also feels like home.
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