Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Milena Velba Gallarie

montagne verdi...

Easter mountain for the whole group. A cottage far from everything, even thoughts. Waking up and seeing the dawn of a bed creaking the snowy peaks is something to be reckoned with. Especially if it is warm under the cover of chenille blue smurf and all around there is an air of vacation.'s been years since I went to the mountains in winter. Even more years since I practiced some winter sports. I tried to learn to skiing years ago, without much success, to say the truth. I went down. The problem was always to stop. Yesterday I tried to bob. Always the same technique. I went down. But my problem is that it just takes a bit of speed, are brought to throw to the side and not always a good idea. So the doll sitting next to Bob and myself after yet another culata. I enjoyed not so long ago. That tired wet and chilly in the afternoon of the five is something priceless. I almost learned to ski. This time, seriously though.

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