Crrrrrr….crrrrrr….crrrrrr
At the beginning, I thought there were cicadas and they were singing my name in that warm summer night ( Criii…Criii).
«How romantic I am»….🤷🏻♀️I thought.
It was the glass of the bell breaking down, actually.
My first guess was fear.
Because freedom makes fear even if everybody wishes it. It could empowers you only if you do a good use of it.
So, first of all, I tried to repair my bell.
” … I could use some glue otherwise I heard about Bell-glass…maybe they could repair it…uhmmm ok I look for the phone number..”
Phone Call 📞:
Me) Good morning, I have a crack on the bell glass and I’d like to repair it.
🔔) Good morning, of course we do! But it’s possible the bell glass will broke anyway. Usually behind a crack there’s a deep tear.
Me) Ok so, could you change please all the glass?
🔔) No, we couldn’t. Experience tells us that when a bell glass has been broken, it could change its structure and not always you need a new one.
Me) ….ok… thanks…😕
Crrrrrr….crrrrr…crrrrr
Comments (2)
Elisa
Cara Mychix. Mi ricordi tanto “vita con Lloyd”
” Sir c’è qualcosa che l preoccupa?”
“si, LLOYD. HO PAURA CHE QUESTO VIAGGIO POSSA CAMBIARE QUALCOSA..”
“PAURA LECITA Sir,. In fondo partire..”
“… È un po’ come morire.,Lloyd?”
“al contrario Sir. Partire é vivere. E non c’è vita che sia priva di conseguenze.”
“è se al nostro ritorno non ci sarà più niente di tutto questo?”
“costruiremo qualcosa di nuovo, Sir. Avremo tanto materiale con cui edificare nuovi castelli in aria”
“grazie mille, Lloyd”
“prego Sir”
Quindi niente colla Cri Cri.. E.. Voce a nuove forme.
Buona giornata
mychicmirror
😢……grazie Elisa🌷
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