Three days of rain, three days of snow and tomorrow does not hurt it.
is my grandma used to sing when I have once again opened my clumsiness in the knee and I fell sobbing into her soft arms. Then they sang the blessing formula, and miraculously left after the pain.
Unfortunately, this works no longer, even though the need for formulaic solace in adulthood increases rather than decreases. When relationships break down around you and you just can not find the right words. I'm sorry-it's not really blame it. I pity you, pity no one wants that, either. What can I do for you?-Great, you can make up for it?
in doubt, I'll open a bottle of wine when I have nothing to say. Brotherhood is one of the only consolation I think the formulas are always good. My recommendation: Chilean Cabernet with plenty of cherry and chocolate notes, a properly break in their gravity, into the abyss.
When morning yearning after the attacks or the former lover a glass of semi-dry sparkling wine with 4 girlfriends just right, 4 tuns friends honestly do not (unless they are gay), it must already be correct chickens. And then a brunch and life is worth living again. In any case
for a day.
therefore wishes to all matters of the heart suffering readers such friends. I have it, but I hope I did not have to use in the near future ... :-)
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