How To Cite The Ap Textbook

The dreams of women wake up every morning with the smell of coffee.
Then they go out with them in the morning fresh and packed in heavy bags so full that it seems a bazaar peddler. In the street
recognize each other, greet each puncturing the layer of solitude in which some women are wrapped. The dreams of women happy, squinting in the warm light of the sun and savor the clean air.
Dreams lighter grazing the brisk jump of cheerful young people who throw themselves into the spring roll to play the other mothers' skirts tired smile indestructible. Some people like cats nestled in the lap of the women sitting on park benches and snoring caressed by their thin hands and old, used to wipe the sadness everywhere you. When
Women are spending chasing their dreams, they run through the shelves and pushing carts dangerously high speed. The speakers are recomposed, stop laughing and start doing somersaults and trotted along with the women back home. Smile floor, hot and tired.
In the days of wind and rain cling to the dreams of women with their umbrella and hold it tight to keep it flying away. At night they sing a sweet song, a lullaby to fall asleep because women serene until the next sunrise, but if a woman is sad and crying, then cry with her, without ceasing to sing sweetly although no one seems to listen.
The dreams that were lost or left waiting to fly away another woman in the streets that collect them. Never think of the past, not afraid of anything. They sit on the fence dangling his feet in the air and set the moon in the clear blue sky. Especially when a woman goes where the tears have washed away all the dreams of infinite sadness and trembling hand tend hoping she takes them with him.
The dreams of women are like rafts in stormy seas, are hot air balloons flying high in the clear sky, the rainbow is a bridge between joy and sorrow, the rainbow bridge that leads them elsewhere, where women are hidden when they want to be alone.
When a woman dreams of her eyes light illuminates the enchanted world and everything.

Tutte noi abbiamo sogni grandi e sogni piccoli. E poi una quantità inesauribile di immaginazione.
Ecco cosa passa per la testa di alcune amiche:




Ely fa un sacco di cose e non sta solo in cucina, a dispetto del nome del suo blog.
E’ una lettrice vorace come me, ama i libri in un modo che amo.
Ha avuto un’idea geniale e romantica, andate a vedere cosa fanno i suoi “ libri vagabondi”.



Un po’ di tempo fa Tattina è venuta a darmi una mano. La piccola è una cuochetta or in the leg and there she ra printed in a book of his own, signed Tatti . Maybe you could win and certainly, if you wish, you may buy it.
All Special Tatti and a game not to be missed!







My dream? Floating in the ether, and indeed often seems unattainable. For now tentatively open this little shop. If you like it will remain open and be enriched by new things.
Pull the bell and enter. The dreams remain just feel sad.

Tutti i banner sono a disposizione, prendete pure quelli legati al sogno che vi piace di più!!!!!!!!!!!