stranding and crustaceans. One might think that the yellow submarine has put on the shelf, arranged balloons and nice and slowly. It is a sadness crushes and apnea smiles, a little corner with nothing, abandonment of the great oceans, beautiful spaces and unforgettable panorama of wonders Cosmorama limitless.
A world of curtain will try to survive in the midst of a plastic aquarium souvenirs.
That's unfortunate in bathyscaphe edge glass ornament, in the shadow of daily marching and gliding over the seas fac-similées and apathetic. Here and there one or two stones hang blue and red falsified some algae counterfeit poor imitation kitsch reality. He floats like an air of deception, forgery is not as vibrate.
... it lacks the cool air from the tops of the waves and driving on water-saturated horizons and promised untold adventures ... it lacks a spirit of piracy and the unrestrained assault of carcasses and exciting ... it lacks that feeling no longer rely neither before nor after the play and at the mercy of impulses and desires, it lacks almost something of a James Dean ...
The three or four Clampin to clown's coat floating vaguely within 30 centimeters of water processed will change nothing. The aquarium, even the sound of capers to forget, will never replace the large and huge surprises of an island.
Yet there at the bottom of this strip of sea room, time will pass, go green shed and re betting background on the soul that will survive. The great outdoors always end up sneaking into the heart of hearts to be right.
Time Is On Our Side.
Oh yes it is.
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