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Location: Belgium

there is something of nothing in me, that's quite a lot. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- nothing is more important than nothing. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- i graduated primary school, but all i had to know i learned in the kindergarten (robert fulghum). -+-+-+-+-+-

02/03/2008

the new cindermaid and the colored sneakers
















once upon a time there was a beautiful balkan girl who was looking for her little prince to ride, and because she lived in a city called the pearl of the blacksea, she visited daily the beach where she sat on the whitty sand of the golden beach and looked over the foamy waves of her beloved blacksea (cherno more) and dreamed about her little prince. just imagine that the little prince was riding the horse on the tidal waves, he must be almost like jesus. no wonder her little prince never arrived. and because she was always barefooted in the sand, she thought it would be a nice idea to left the left gymshoe on the beach and kept the right one at home, right? so the little prince would know, whenever he arrives, that he should look for the long leg fitting the sneaker. sometimes she was sad and she played bach and the viola for comfort. there was only one problem, the beautiful girl had an identical sister, how to decide between them for the little prince? it would be at random. but luckily the other sister found her little prince almost five years earlier and besides that she expected her own little prince now at the end of august. because her twinsister loved her other half, she went every day to the shore to see at the left shoe, where she put every time a new fresh twig of the cherrytree to welcome the real little prince. she waited and waited almost for nothing and she was thinking, maybe maybe if i show my nice pink colored sneakers to others, maybe u can recognize them and u would know that u are the long-expected little prince. don’t forget to let me know.

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