I bought a wooden swimmer.
He called me from a shelf in a shop that I love very much and in which by often.
It 's a swimmer abnormal, nothing to do with sinuous profiles and darting, ready to take off diving. It 's a lady, a little plump, composedly carrying his hair in a cap, sports with a grace of another era costume twenties turquoise, a wonderful contrast to the brightness of the skin. The wood is chipped here and there, the old salt of this story that I thought for her facial features betray the hand that painted the passing years, life. But it has its beauty, which makes it almost a nobility in the ways and forms.
also bears in his hands something that looks like a small tray, is perfect to stop the books from falling ruinous along the shelf of the library, I thought. But even before I have thought, seeing her so high but not at all proud, that the lady of old wood may not be ready to dive again, perhaps contemplating the cold and sparkling sea, the sea almost deprived of spring, one intact, which watch and makes promises, from wave to wave, the heat to come.
He called me from a shelf in a shop that I love very much and in which by often.
It 's a swimmer abnormal, nothing to do with sinuous profiles and darting, ready to take off diving. It 's a lady, a little plump, composedly carrying his hair in a cap, sports with a grace of another era costume twenties turquoise, a wonderful contrast to the brightness of the skin. The wood is chipped here and there, the old salt of this story that I thought for her facial features betray the hand that painted the passing years, life. But it has its beauty, which makes it almost a nobility in the ways and forms.
also bears in his hands something that looks like a small tray, is perfect to stop the books from falling ruinous along the shelf of the library, I thought. But even before I have thought, seeing her so high but not at all proud, that the lady of old wood may not be ready to dive again, perhaps contemplating the cold and sparkling sea, the sea almost deprived of spring, one intact, which watch and makes promises, from wave to wave, the heat to come.