Memories in the mist
As I walk through a quiet mountain road, I think how strange it is the landscape ...
The Sun a few hours ago has been dismissed from this short year, the fog fills the area with its mantle of sadness at the passing of time, and I, between the deep darkness and confusion trying to find a way home where my loved ones I hope, happy, preparing the green grapes that will accompany us into 2011.
Way sparingly and unhurried, even with joy.
Way sparingly and unhurried, even with joy.
With memories of previous walks distinguish signals routed me to the door of my garden.
distinguish between the mist a towering mountain of memories that stands behind me and this year is going. Special memories that will never be repeated.
I smile and I decide to open the door to enter 2011 with joy and jubilation.
Happy 2011 to you all, that this year will be even better! 
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