Marta has dissolved, on the eve of Valentine's Day, without a farewell letter or a letter from his lawyer.
Of
A très grands pas , however, that his absence makes me anxious, I am already thinking the worst, a header, a tragedy, as the ambush of the unexpected death or madness. In the family of Martha, I know, there's a fatal attraction for the departed without any return.
With the apprehension of the play I rushed to see the log of the living. She's there. At least I will not recognize the body to the morgue. Also to mourn, however, are called. Marta is gone.
What to do? Take note and let it escape? Call, want to explain? Throw myself at his feet in tears of love? How to react? Seek advice from more experienced friends in matters of love?
Nysa falls from the clouds, I get involved without pity, only to circumstances. It does not seem to take seriously my pains and I Boccaccio quotes (in error), as if there were words from the Decameron of great wisdom on which to reflect.
... As in men is much more wisely, try to love a woman of the highest lineage that he is not so great foresight in women is the knowing look of love by taking more of a man that she is not ....
what have men and women!?
Ariolauro smiles instead. Of nothing is surprising. Marta - ask me - Copyrighter had not been here, in the border area? Then, as usual, put on my background and starts to narrate the events of his projects: a story about a gondolier who lost his oar in the Grand Canal, the prospect of being sworn at the "1861 words", which he named; mentoring at the new Crazy Press reporter attacked for the artistic events of Second Life.
First Class Woman is far more pragmatic. Franziscaldacuore! Smile to life. E 'Valentine's Day, the feast of love, from night till morning .
Well, good FCW. Tonight I will go to the Galerie Mysterieuse, in the sitting room where Marta sleepy and I withdrew, and before the morning comes, I'll fall in love with me first or I will put the first word.
she remained on her finger the ring of marriage, and the identity card is not already further mention that she was my wife ( à petits pas , Marta).
A très grands pas , however, that his absence makes me anxious, I am already thinking the worst, a header, a tragedy, as the ambush of the unexpected death or madness. In the family of Martha, I know, there's a fatal attraction for the departed without any return.
With the apprehension of the play I rushed to see the log of the living. She's there. At least I will not recognize the body to the morgue. Also to mourn, however, are called. Marta is gone.
What to do? Take note and let it escape? Call, want to explain? Throw myself at his feet in tears of love? How to react? Seek advice from more experienced friends in matters of love?
Nysa falls from the clouds, I get involved without pity, only to circumstances. It does not seem to take seriously my pains and I Boccaccio quotes (in error), as if there were words from the Decameron of great wisdom on which to reflect.
... As in men is much more wisely, try to love a woman of the highest lineage that he is not so great foresight in women is the knowing look of love by taking more of a man that she is not ....
what have men and women!?
Ariolauro smiles instead. Of nothing is surprising. Marta - ask me - Copyrighter had not been here, in the border area? Then, as usual, put on my background and starts to narrate the events of his projects: a story about a gondolier who lost his oar in the Grand Canal, the prospect of being sworn at the "1861 words", which he named; mentoring at the new Crazy Press reporter attacked for the artistic events of Second Life.
First Class Woman is far more pragmatic. Franziscaldacuore! Smile to life. E 'Valentine's Day, the feast of love, from night till morning .
Well, good FCW. Tonight I will go to the Galerie Mysterieuse, in the sitting room where Marta sleepy and I withdrew, and before the morning comes, I'll fall in love with me first or I will put the first word.
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