Start the day, wanting to stay a little longer in bed. The feel of warm duvet.
Shut the damn alarm clock that has fallen and that makes us get out of bed in your search.
not hear a noise, all is quiet, it's too soon,
put music to small volume and appear to sounds at full speed.
Search the slowest song on the player, including trips to the bathroom and the shoemaker.
blinds that can be heard also spark.
smell hot coffee, while the cabinet doors open wide, we do see what clothes to choose today. I drink juice. And I run to the bus. Always forgetting something.
(Wake, is to implement the 5 senses, without having crossed the front door.)
the end of the day, one year is 365 (or 366) dawns.
the rest of the day and at night we take care to shape our way.
I can not take stock of all of them. The I did it my way. And there is no return.
proud to have had 365 awakenings, some hard, others too beautiful, magical "?
And I love thinking ahead many others, without fear of leaving things behind.
Things are not lost, are gone. Irreparably.
And they really are, especially in memory, are a beautiful sunrise. That
2011 a beautiful sunrise.
Mine sounds like this:
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