bohoprinci @ 2006-10-26T07: 31:00 Scotch, rain, cold. The rain brings
thought helps us to reflect on our life and comparing it to the drops that fall.
A drop, a part of our lives. With precision images resurface by emotions linked old and new, weak or strong. Smile watching the rain, we ask ourselves watching the rain, watching the rain we grieve.
A memory is a thing of the past and is equal to one drop, slip away, vanish. Each time, however, is made up of many drops, which return to slide down all the time, then there will always be the same as new memories of the past. It 's a vicious circle, each new unclogging rain at the window to remember things past and wait for future things will become equal to those of the first memories.
E 'finished the scotch, the rain is not decided and the cold is gone thanks to cashmere.
