Baby Choking On Vomit Or Mucus

E 'come March, with its contradictions and its surprises.
I was born in a day in March ['ll soon discover when], my mother said last night there was a time to be frightening, and the next day and at night I was born, it was spring. A warm day of spring with cherry blossoms. I
Eyes of March, I will.
I love this month, is the mine and is in full: moody, changeable, optimistic, moody, impatient.
March me . My best friend, Tiziana , told me one day: "March's you, it contains within itself all the seasons."
And it is this: I have the patience of winter, the slow pace of Autumn, the curiosity and irriquietezza Spring, joy and sunshine of summer.
A month of rebirth, my permanent condition. I have a rebirth in the DNA.
Although timid hidden behind gray clouds, the Spring is coming. [It's like me]
I synced on the meaning Spring. The faithful and trusting look like a good Penelope semi-dormant, waiting awakening. The feel welcome me into the light that filters through the windows in the morning.
a different light.
Almost warm and brisk.
observe dust motes dancing in a ray of sunshine and I want to be reborn as this spring.
I stand at the window of my room.
Today there is only so, but last night was a thunderstorm of those sudden and strong, with the wind whipping bully.
Now the air smells of wet grass, of wet earth, bark of trees. Air vivid, clear, quenches thirst.
But I know them well to sudden changes in March. Soon, carambola di nuvole mi dicono che pioverà.

“Crescono le piante come nascono speranze nel mio orto, da un po’
Passa il tempo, passa passa, senza dire “Posso?” ma lo voglio, per me
Tutto è naturale come l’aria del mattino che rinfresca l’attesa
Voglio ricordare questo sole prima che cambierà…prima che cambierà..
Sono in divieto di sosta le ansie e i pensieri che mi girano
Fermo, sto fermo, sarà il mio momento è quello che mi dicono…”

[Before change - Pier Cortese]

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I changed the image the Blog, I put this

is a photo I took during the Sunday at the park in the distance in the sky, he shows me this balloon, perhaps escaped from the fingers of a child. I did not hesitate a moment to photograph even though it was impossible, because too far. But I did.

Behold, I now have that balloon.

"I want more for me.

I want to jump in and fall upward"

[Fabio Volo]