Tuesday, April 9, 2013

the jade princess of Richmond is eloquent

Jade vine in the Princess of Wales Conservatory
Jade Vine - Royal Kew Gardens - Richmond


Once there lived a princess in the castle of Richmond which didn't understand she had to become queen. And for what the household complained, she didn't know anything about a royal gesture of wage offerings or anything about a royal court customs to explain what's a really contemplative addition to a screen option any royal court like it was custom those days kept to give to the people and to show in a public consort, so it was concluded by the high courtiers not to give any notification of princess Melany's rights to the throne before she would be married to a decent man who would any the like give to her rights the melody of sounds in a sky never coming down.

a ferryman always calls twice for his passengers



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....* and now already we keep a memory seldom getting upscreen, would it be nature teaching us what life is about or keeps like the veils over its imagination? 





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witbook Apolinarus

That the saint would be one different way of getting a look at cancer like a grave desease really not many people will think of, but that a Church keeps more new insights than once foreseen just 4 persons of identity can give reporting of, and just two of them feel about the shared meaning to the end to serve society's needs.

Like all saints too Apolinarus keeps the secret of his coming to inspection well undertsood like the main quality of what he want's to tell, and the means of preaching like a consorting of truth answer.

Stafford coat of arms
....it sometimes happens history opens a smile for eternity and we may pick the flower......


....and send us then the bill....

quote: Apolinarus KWF


Monday, April 1, 2013

that pity with myself can I grow over that or is such art's?

It is just what I fear the most is that by way of fate or rule at the end of all this concentration in a playfull storiage I will mourn I walk around in the streets of my home town having lost my rights in home location where I set myself to work day and night in a service seeminglky not getting any ending but by dying my true answers and I cannot conceal that any a mistrust in my faithfullness being just the endowed identity without ever having received the blessings of true respect and honor of the public granting us all it in the least can be considered to belong to the rights of cultures to have leadership's display, for being it not my first concern to get as much a ransum of golden medals and the attached high wages as I can I find till now no other motives but just the joy in making the creation by itself, and for the state of being like someone who just keeps himself to be so full of goodwill and talented as once so much beloved  Audrey Hepburn has lived her life before dying in a fearful cancered bed, yes, my dear mother and me have met her in the Keukenhof in person like she was doing a show in the scene