L'impératrice Charlotte et les rivages turquoise

Nicolas III tells me the story behind his concert. He wanted to stem poverty beyond the initial concept by fulfilling humanity's 12 fundamental needs that no one could lose. We worked together in developing a solution suitable for all. I transformed into a turquoise river and understood why he had tuned me so well.

In the reflection of the setting sun, the Superb rise. Brilliant. Palipoti. This syndrome has been known for a long time and inspires the ineffable readers to an ecstasy that jumps from one subject to another under the cover of general well-being. With eyes lifted, you are still searching, aren't you?

Passing through "Reading", the Thames flows through London and guides the compasses. They were drafting... Each promise would teach the idyl in different ways. Each Dionysian bouquet must be pleasant: from the simple known to the enrichment of the chosen word.

– Go and compose, she murmured.

The hopes of ecstasy brought by the shore comforts the miserable, vulnerable character. Kind and charming romanticism, warm welcome that envelops you with heart. Listen to the Concert "Les Nuits Infinitum" from the Album "La Vie est Belle". Promise 1: Artworks | A Cup of Tea, Sir Nicholas III | Woodstock 1969.

I feel really good today. The collection card is being built gradually. It is now necessary to think about the rights of the Egeries and the avant-garde image. Palipoti, I exclaim. Always on the margins yet so evident. With every moment passed, well-being seeps in, the precursor of a real promise.

– It’s getting late.

I love him yet the reader feels confused, surely an intense joy arising, under the test of bullets. Packed, it’s weighed, Palipoti is in the box. Dancing and happy as never before. You thus know this patterned syndrome. Motivated and supported, language, beautiful thought, elegance, and path. We are going to develop a story without measure.

Promise

The heart of promises filled with hope, the soul delighted, the desired person approaches you and declares their mutual flame. The dream comes to life. The promise realizes hopes and prolongs happiness in its own nature. Long ago existed the cycle of the Muses. Invested with this power, men bow before their own fate and thus create stories to respond to a natural need; A beautiful story is a promise of hope and life. Unfortunately, these tales and legends have been lost in the wings of time and often respond nowadays to vile desires. Thus advances the new Muses and come to proclaim to the crowd:

Literally generality, these few verses guide nonetheless towards the uncompromising promise of perfection.

What is this mirage? I study these works without misplaced ulterior motives. The present takes shape and shows the day of past inspirations.

– What is mine?

I blend into the exponential attitude of simple tranquility.

Towards the Shores of Turquoise.

After so many years on earth, the promise reveals the simple being, in its own surroundings of servitude. Beautiful is the day, femininity exacerbated by the true taste of dew. Sapphire lends me, gives me without pain to the joys of hidden and evident natures. Please, what do you say to me? Ask others. The promise generalizes without greed the aversions of servitude and extends a hand to those in need. The shores light up with real light, memories return, and newcomers are welcome. Everything is possible at this moment. My box is the beginning. The Muses are my elixir. My bouquet is here. Mutual understanding. You know it.

While you savor the champagne of your choice and receive the secret letters, a final question came to my mind:

– But where is Providence?