Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Bone Spurs After Getting An Extraction



Letter to the sea .. and fouling of maritime memorial



Hi Sea, finally bitter, they always say the mother ... Well, enough of bullshit, I've always wondered why most of the sailors were unable to describe their lesser talent preferred liquid component. The best of them have published books and lines of rare indigent, mixing memories without interest and literary bombast Rococo. Almost as if Mozart had chosen Richard Clayderman negro as to write his memoirs.


Piochon randomly in the library of the big blue. That great navigator knows how to captivate a timed story of his adventures " It is 7:45 am. I take my shift. Hardly time to eat a hot coffee, I put on my waterproof and faces the cold of dawn. The sky is leaden with heavy black clouds. The wind became stronger. I decided to take a risk. Gusts whistling in the rigging and spray swept the bridge ... etc ... ". I do not know about you, but for me it is clear, who cares !!!!!


Good, random testing another kind of sea story. I am doing "how to" number of hacks from the sea and other chroniclers of the news navigation. The style is certainly more removed, but it has the lightness a Wagnerian symphony in full invasion of Poland! "Cathedrals of water falling on deck as the sun pierces a dappled sky. Its rays offer with the clouds and marine choreography playing piano on the green cliffs Irish by subtle shading. Carried away by the waves, my nutshell is like a disjointed puppet. The wind blowing through my grief and at each tide, the sea seems to open its mouth wide to engulf us salt. It seems to want to drown in our grief and our hopes ... caps. . Well, we could go on like this for hours, as the style, such as jam, has an unfortunate mania spread when it is missing. And poets
you say? While there, we swam in delirium! "Free man you will always cherish the sea", we serine Baudelaire. Why not, but then the mountain, she feels the gas? And deserts, they sold butter to the Germans?


Another incongruity, signed Corneille this time (the author of the Cid, not the singer, band uncultivated), "We started with 500 and a speedy reinforcement we saw 5000 in arriving at the port." So two things: either there was a giant sardine and free generously sprinkled with a palatable red, or the author should stop drinking, even if we know that it is better to be a notorious drunk an alcoholic anonymous. It is not a hit of cid '


Come see now side songs. This is much better! The sea is dancing along the clear gulfs has silver reflections ... and why not a feather in the stern, Mr. Trenet ? There are also those, driven by evil intentions and desires for the future, who have opted for just the ego at the terminus of pretentious: "For the bitter dark hero, who have crossed the oceans vacuum, into the memory of our brothers, whose tears were flowing so long acid "


And the sea shanties and traditional realistic you say? Some, such recoveries may be bearable if it merely listening annually. But I draw your attention and makes you the greatest caution before you get drawn into an evening of sea shanties, "executed" most often by large bearded men in sweaters, operating more frequently at the bottom of their glass as Ocean. The atmosphere can quickly turn to fundamentalism maritime academy Taliban sect or gender Boating. It may well be a famous three-masted end like a bird. I did not want to end the hostage Santiano!

Finally, the best was finally Renaud who "threw all his four hours, starting one ... mooââardi. Not to mention the sea of delusions and how Eric Morena smokers carpet: "Oh my boat, you're the most beautiful boats, and you ride the waves, like a gazelle amiable, big eyelashes velvet, gulls you they say hello and shrimp shouting ole me! .

Now therefore go, the sea is beautiful, but please, leave the pen at anchor


Rear Admiral Leonardo di Volfoni

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