Sunday, May 10, 2015

At night when the wind roars and the child sleeps quietly in its wooden cot by the echoing motherho

Notes old woman Madiken
The sea in high again today, motherhood maternity with a thrilling flush of wind. In the midst of winter you can feel the inventions of spring. A sky of hot nude pearl until midday, motherhood maternity crickets in the sheltered places, and now the wind unpacking the great planes, ransacking the great planes ...
I have escaped to this island with a few books and the child - Melissa's child. I do not know why I use the word escape . The villagers say jokingly that only a sick man would choose such a remote place to rebuild. Well, then, if you like put it that way ...
At night when the wind roars and the child sleeps quietly in its wooden cot by the echoing motherhood maternity chimney-piece I light a lamp and walk about, thinking motherhood maternity of my friends - of Justine and Nessim, of Melissa and Balthazar. I return link by link along the iron chains of memory to the city which we inhabited so briefly together: the city which used us as its flora - precipitated in us conflicts motherhood maternity which were hers and which we mistook for our own: beloved Alexandria I have had to come so far away from it in order to understand it all! Living on this bare promontory, snatched every night from darkness by Arcturus, far from the lime-laden dust of those summer afternoons, I see at last that none of us is properly to be judged motherhood maternity for what happened in the past. It is the city which should be judged though we, its children, must pay the price.
Sea again realized motherhood maternity today, excited the wind. In the middle of winter, you can feel these fads spring. Sky - hot nude pearl before noon cicadas in secluded places, and now even the wind reveals the majestic plane trees, stately plane trees scour the ... (and now wind, chiseling huge space to scour the vast spaces ...)
I fled to the island with a few books and a child, a child of Melissa. I do not know why using the word "escape." Farmers jokingly say that only a disappointed in life a person can choose a secluded place for recovery. Well, well, I came here to heal itself, if you want an explanation ...
At night, when the wind noise and the baby is sleeping motherhood maternity quietly in his wooden bed, lulled by the echo in the pipe, I light a lamp and walk, thinking about my friends motherhood maternity - about Justine and Nessim, Melissa and Balthazar. I restore link by link the whole chain of iron memory about the town in which we lived so close together: a city that used us as flora - plunging us into conflicts that were his conflicts and that we mistook for his: the beloved Alexandria I I had to go so far away from her to finally understand it all! While living in this bare promontory, grabs every night of darkness Arturusom, so far from lime-laden, dusty summer noon, I see in the past that none of us, in fact, was not within the jurisdiction of what was then the same happened in the past and , the jurisdiction of only the city, but despite that we, his children, must pay the price.
Arcturus - the main star of the constellation Bootes. The golden-yellow star Northern polushariya.Arcturos translated motherhood maternity as "bear's keeper." The Egyptians called this star MMAP ("Lord") and Bau ("come"). motherhood maternity
There Darley calls himself sick man , and already you next paragraph says that those who survived the wine press of Alexandria, came out the sick men, the solitaries, the prophets . Darley, a survivor of love, disappointment, betrayal, went to the island, to heal the wounds that caused motherhood maternity him to Alexandria.
I wonder motherhood maternity what kind of a Greek island, sheltered Darley. At first I thought it was Rhodes, after Durrell spent much time after the war in Rhodes, but the tiny island of Darley - there is rarely stop any boat.
Answer
Why are you against the kid? This girl is not the child, not a baby. He had lived with her somewhere in the wilderness of Egypt before I came to the island. She is three years or two, if not more. Dita or child here not like pretentious motherhood maternity - yes, and pathetic.
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