tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66104811492164445002012-02-16T18:39:42.765-08:00tonenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610481149216444500.post-82751566163330776262007-12-16T03:33:00.000-08:002009-06-29T04:20:30.770-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">He has past the morning thinking about if everything he has done during his life is right and above all, from where apply that politeness. The fixation of his mind is tiny, a half-hearted impression that everything turns out and vanish in his mind is not real, phisically real, increase his feeling that today he could go out to the street and find it has disappeared and in its place is launched a white simple path since he'll sculpt, in metaphoric granite, the winding way of the fair man.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610481149216444500-8275156616333077626?l=thewindingwayofthefairman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tonenoreply@blogger.com0