I did not understand how the bus so copiously affollasero area Bigsandspoint, I felt a little early for the carnival, it seemed a little early to bridge some holidays ... but following the light I realized soon.
The star chart a course clear, before his eyes and then with the aura of brotherhood and love us he would walk to the lands of the Armenian fathers ... coincidence? No, we call it fate.
too, with the rest of the brothers realized the miracle, I was soon to renew my joy and my blind faith in the faith of the very high, filled, intoxicated by the splendor of his presence, especially in the warm embrace of faith came as unattainable zenith at the precise moment when he muttered a deep eternal ... "Amen." What a feeling feel full and satisfied with his presence and be one of the many fortunate to see with their own eyes the mark granted to the mark of holiness merited such as limestone on which their legal guardian, a perfect example of moral correctness ed'inarrivabile fullness, and see the sign. Enjoy the reality of his power, which fills and heartened. I was the only one, and sorry if I'm proud of the fact that he was the chosen one who has witnessed the seal of the very place and unable to contain the joy that I share with you ... Enjoy. Meditate. Glorified. Amen.
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few nights before ...
"What Sboro if t is' is bira! "I do.
"Go tranquio both semo taca ... Ara me cousin, spectral n'attimo "
and returns with two beers. Indeed two torpedoes.
I think: "El me next dress co na saba startak housing, so I go home companion folk." Even smoking a cigarette made me trouble, not released with the series of magical burp, fermented hops that clever, nothing, empty mouth and a half back. Alas, half back: first symptom to be ghe Podar poblem! I do a "self-attentomoro" and began to try to distract the seeding Checchi bellemeglio a glass half full. I begin with the technique "BirraSpavalda" I am convinced that a fixed-ment with that man (not the soundbitch, who thought he was not!), And it down in an old "class skiing" beer, m'asciugo lip as the best cowboys and I give it to him. you say "dangerous" but no, because this will save time, smoking the first cigarette that slowly released, and continue with the second beer that will allow you to switch to the second technique BirraNinja. Obviously with the technique "BirraSpavalda" offend the pride of your opponent which will be awed by your nervous the first move and drink beer, not benefiting from the cigarette unblocking, and run to get in line for the second order. This will allow you to take it again and buy time while he feels already marked "the end" on the forehead. Better still if you order the second you turn, you can earn more time and further annoy your opponent seized by anxiety of the second order. The second beer
technique BirraNinja "has two modes: the first is more secure, the second most dangerous, both rely on the ability to distract the opponent
-" BirraNinja1 "Find all your glasses abandoned, forgotten, unfinished around you, bring in the vicinity of targets and as soon as the opponent it distracts you top up a little here a little bit.
- "BirraNinja2" (very dangerous and true professionals) take advantage of the distraction of the opponent and hide the glass pretend to have done. Take advantage of tables full of glasses and columns of the room.
Some practical suggestions for a proper application of technology "BirraNinja": favorite distraction of the opponent with phrases like "that Varda quea mona" or "that Mimmorti gnoea" or "O, but those who view and tia ga?" Or "I go to the bathroom" or "You go to the bathroom? From movite, you spec here "or" I know onto mass, co quiet drink "or" I'm going fumar na Brons "or" But when those zeo? "or gaurdate until an indefinite point in the opponent will get to peer in the same direction or annullatevi the conversation sooner or later someone will talk to your opponent.
said that if you arrive late evening Onti as the "Hardy olliva of" well, do more of in goea and and! In any case with
Checchi these things do not work, or at least in the long run. I once tried a "BirraSpavalda" big with the "BirraNinja1" and "BirraNinja2 ... el de me ga sgam bad: he smiled, raised an eyebrow and came back with two more torpedoes. I no longer saw and pussies, Gero dead celebroleso and he instead "as bbeo el sol". Outside it was raining that local diolamandava and we waited for the fateful moment of "ga sbaeà varda that" we go from really cool local meter I hardly recognize the color of the shirts of the people I met, and we go running in the summer rain, dodging as timid The puddles on the gravel mountain goats: the ones that become the venue of aqua "marroneghia", the color of the diarrhea and vomiting, which did not ever see the depth and where to begin or end, in fact the prelude to a puddle of shit! He is in front of me, I follow him (follow if it is to say), but improvvisamene yields on one leg, he seeks the support of lightning an arm, then the other, then half flickers legs, lifting a bit like a break dancer, but gravity wins, he fights centralizing the center of gravity and stretch your hands in a "schrrsshchrrrschhsrrschh" on the gravel, avoiding the class of a skilled gymnast half puddle. Unfazed, reacts with a fast decline experienced surfer, with rapid steps and disappears into the night.
I swear, this is not something I had never seen, the shock felt by the sequence of coordinated movements by the case made me lose orientation, speechless, thrilled dall'innaspettata flexibility of a human body is certainly not accustomed to such might, I stood in the rain for a couple minutes trying to remember where his car. More and more rain, stronger than ever. I heard that angelic voice pointed out to me with a white light the rear tail light and I recognized the street. I opened the door, and immediately the light afraid lingers on his face. Serious, dark, I knew only suffering a "needless pain that go the amuccchinhhhaaaaaa ...". And the Most High gave the seal, the sign forever.
Tickets & Presales to visit the house of the saint can be booked on the comments of that blog. In Checchi we trust.
Ps: Elder, you are great! Really! I love you well!
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