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December 21, 2010 21:54 pm
Mukarange
We arrived here yesterday evening, in fact, late afternoon before the evening ... and 5 beads in a Tube ... light ....
This morning, for various errands, we went to Kigali. Alone. Me and Matte. The first completely excluded only U.S.!
It was just beautiful. Tiring different activities.
I bought ... indeed, I did buy the house, candles and incense paper. I did it after yet another phone call from Italy that my mental and physical health was after: the first blame for my poor writing. Indeed, for my "write all" on our blog!
purchases help to me here, and you, there. I'm already using them ... maybe they work!
now beginning to write an apology and explanation for my absence.
is not certain how he suggested ironically my mother two nights ago, not that I have a lot of things to do and bedo no, nor I am allergic to technology ... none of that!
It's just that I'm shy .... stop laughing, it's true!
In fact I'm writing. And even then. And good!
But writing for others, or reveal other things about me, my personal feelings or emotions, it gives me a little 'to do. It makes me more fragile As I am not already.
And then ... I'm afraid of being banal and boring. That's all.
Why deplete the words, words shrink things until we were in our head seemed huge, incredibly large. The words, if you do not find the right ones, have the ability to make things a little wrong, and our hearts (mine in this case) could then aversene bad.
's all. Seriously.
Anyway.
Latest on tiny
There Yoita premium on small, that is not so small! It is already a great! It is already a great woman .. Rwandans!
that means that its power and joy of living are much higher than mine. And I have the years that I have.
is wonderful. It's too funny. Petted and loved by all, already beats hands to the music and dancing makes it mad. Instead of playing with tubes of ointment for the body, eats them. He knows what he wants: to be understood and respected.
Who knows what an extraordinary emotion will be great.
Sometimes, even in these days that we were in Kabarondo, I thought hard.
Children perceive everything. And the way they develop and situations is amazing. Like when I think I put them in water a few months, and swim. She is swimming now. I have always believed. I'd already butterfly-agonists. I hope there's never soft. I hope I never lose that spirit.
What about me
Matt last week was not too fit. Bacteria almost worms. Diagnosing a bit 'vague. But now it is good! Fortunately! Why Ode forced me to go to him every ten minutes, wanted even slept in her room at night. Ali ... I refused!
at the end when she felt better, slept in a day I did not stick because I never rest.
I, ognitanto, I have the same pain ... and the cold. They are super-angry: instead of coming worms as God, in Africa I am a cold ... you can not! Or maybe, are so much in communion with you, and frozen snow, which .... so even if I do not write, do not complain!!
apart from anything else: I can not learn the language, and this makes me feel pretty Malin.
But I'm telling you that maybe, for me, is not the time of the word, but what of the facts. And painting work in the fields are clean build. At least, that is, there are also those, but now is not the time to do but to build the material and with the heart. It's time for me to learn to love. First of all. I would love just as God loves me a love a priori. Here, peut etre, it's really time for me to this fact.
Oh well ... does not work as a comfort to my language deficits. But does thinking of time I spend with the Lord: in the little house, one with him in the chapel.
Expenditure crazy
Today I bought a crib, one of those wooden craft, with all the characters.
is true that you do not realize the importance of things until you lose or not you have more than o. .. Well, so short.
In three days it's Christmas.
Every time I think I hear someone whistling: fu-fu-fi-fi-fiii ... fiii .... the melody of indifference, or the guilty conscience that is. (Lines: the melody-but it makes the image!). Then I notice be all in my head: there is no one who calls seriously. It's a feeling. But the feeling is right.
Mezzemaniche thongs hot dry banana.
But it's Christmas?
Especially then, hot hand, there is no sign that either one (apart from giant Santas in the capital) to tell me that it's Christmas.
Oh, but it Nataleee??
even at home there is nothing that we talk about this. Confronted with Bedo we felt too intrusive to offer ourselves as manufacturers of cribs. And we also said that all the beauty and joy of your party will be the day "momentous." We were told to wait, here our "expectations" have always given us great emotions.
But to my room while I took it. Then I'm harder and more I have signs better. But I console myself: he has bought well Matt!
now before me there is one thing that seems to hut, an ox and an ass, and every day someone will come. A new piece, as in the puzzle. Well, perhaps ilparagone crib-puzzle is not the top! But I like it and helps me to hear what is going to "happen." It's a little 'how to be there. I live it. And the more I live and the more I feel.
And now for days, in the evening, smoking head up, look for the Stella. I want so much to see it. It excites me a mess. And every night before falling asleep, I thank the Lord the gifts of the day, and his charge, and the desire to be the star There Wizard. Where the gift is to generate life.
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