"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Da morir dal ridere

Ricordate questo mio post? Ebbene, certa gente ha proprio deciso di farmi morire dal ridere e merita il riconoscimento di "giullare ufficiale di Shelidon", così ho preparato per loro questa immagine. Carissima, te ne cedo il diritto d’uso: puoi tranquillamente metterla sul tuo blog (l’ho fatta affinché si adatti ai colori dominanti del tuo template).


Sono il giullare della più bella

Quanto a me, terrò questo:

Sono la più bella

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8 Comments
  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:23h, 08 October Reply

    Dimenticavo, la scritta sotto la mia immagine recita: “…e salvo sempre una copia dei documenti che mi riguardano”.

    baci

  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 19:41h, 08 October Reply

    LOL, la verve non t’abbandona mai, eh?

    J.

  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 19:43h, 08 October Reply

    PS: io il primo adesivo lo sfoggerei con orgoglio ;-)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 19:54h, 08 October Reply

    Grazie, Jartha ;-*

    …però un giorno mi spiegherai perché li chiamate “adesivi”, vero?

  • LauraPotter
    Posted at 11:05h, 09 October Reply

    Belli,belli questi due adesivi*____*

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 15:28h, 09 October Reply

    Ti ringrazio ^___^

  • LauraPotter
    Posted at 19:04h, 09 October Reply

    Che bello!Domenica ci si vede:D

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 19:41h, 09 October Reply

    he he, ci abbiamo messo un po’, ma forse questa è la volta buona ;-p

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