Where To Catch A Pikacu In Silver

Two photos and two outdoor

There are two photos I saw recently. Photos are ordinary, some probably mean something much to be honest. Reflected this, look. For others should only be pictures of people more or less happy. The protagonists are almost unknown to me, friends. It matters little. I felt pleasure and a bit 'of envy for these photos I've seen, so affectionate at other times I would have considered frivolous, sickly sweet, understated style. But now I looked like such a delicacy and purity of thoughts before I forget.

maybe I'm getting old? I noticed that when cats get older they become more affectionate and less "nervous" and elusive. I wonder if this happens also to human beings ... sometimes it looks really the opposite. I always thought that if it was true that the dog was man's best friend, and the cat that most closely reflects the human being. When he needs you: purrs. When you call him "do not answer: take note and let you know." If you want to cuddle, gets on his back. Otherwise you scratch or if it goes. There seems very human? You can leave a dog confined to a square meter in the rain, but when you get back even though he always scondinzolerà should pounce and rip the carotid artery for your carelessness. But it does not and bank. Hey: a moment ... this seems to me like what do many human traits ...

I'll think again.

Now I'm going to be a thirty: missing two months (and a pair of chopsticks and sushi). What makes me laugh: and say that almost all of my friends are all still well away from this turning point, and stare at me as a curious and good-naturedly volgarotto dick suffer from sporadic syndromes of Peter Pan.

makes me laugh because, apart from small ailments, I do not feel much different to when I was 25 years. Work, that is. I like roughly the same things and maybe I let things slip him more. In this

be "in the middle of the journey of our life," I find myself enthusiastic traveler, I find myself being with a will that clashes with the heart and back into play and shuffle my youth so rigid dogmas and schematic, stuffed with more feeling and less thinking. Now I like: first seemed like a curse.

But the hourglass falls, someone reminds me that I should lay the foundations for something. But he does not know what, and judging from many examples around, I believe that one day will be easier to make me the basics. 'm Expecting that to happen.

Goodnight =)