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Pure Aegean paradise home dream

I went to the Eastern Mediterranean on the other side of Tunisia.

There are also buildings of white. First name West does not cast a little town, where the artist town, but also all the buildings are all white, all the doors and Windows are blue. The coastal town, people call it blue and white small town. Go to that town, it is not like other visitors to St Dorigny blue white lines so shocked. So what, what, let me deeply moved?

I want to be pure.

It does not stain and frugal, isolated the pure. Sky blue top white walls, blue and white mixed light, everything, even the shadow, breathing is blue. Clean quiet slate road, see figure of bending alley, Orthodox Ning elegance simplicity of white churches, the world's most beautiful legends of Iraq ' sunset, card Marley rarely hold deep blue sea and the black sand beach hellip hellip; that is, without any of the other, any secondary, just run your bosom of pure beauty. Heaven is all there is to it.

The reason for the Saint Dorigny, is a fantastic wings in flight.

Here is Plato's mysterious disappearance of ancient civilization State of Atlantis. The brilliant ancient architecture, highly developed an ancient civilization, the mysterious distant hellip; most start hellip; it will be the mysterious ancient told to the world of the philosopher, his love of pure beauty. Platonic love, is the year of youth, the expectations of me. I like you watching in silence, watching you in silence. I love dearly love you, love you dearly. The watch I love my people, that I watched was the person I love, that finally did not say love, long gone, flowing relentlessly and helpless.

What will be gone after the feast, I was quiet and humble.

Face was flush time. Time-year-old architect, smile widowed fade. Yes, I have the heart to seal, the brilliant but tends to be more serene smile.

Pure Aegean paradise home dream

Saint Dorigny blue sky, Saint Dorigny quiet atmosphere, fantasy wings did not cease.

Imagine, and a philosopher of love. Then we looked down quietly, the morning before. Words are interrupted. My thinking and he, and this Wonderland scenery blending quietly.

And a philosopher of love, should not be any happier.

Also the everyday life of the unfortunate that people think that Plato, Socrates of the peer into philosophers.

Love fail, philosopher.

This beautiful, but the Millennium unchanged in this. The distance, the castle on top of the White House, much like snow. The towering above the snow of mankind, is our holy land, our paradise. Yes, heaven, because we think heaven is no more. Because, in heaven, we can only be a short delay, cannot be long lived.

The sky is covered with clouds, here or in heaven.

The deep philosophical grey and more. Closer to Plato. It is composed of a philosopher. Think of Plato's favorite nuts and honey cake. Greece philosophy-bitter coffee.

There is also the grey cloud edges under tint.

Is gray in the life of a red color? is a splendid life in the shadow of a silk? attitudes, decide their fate. Clouds, sea grayed, not what we think of the wonderful, love in the Aegean Sea. In fact, what is that only a face? what, immutable?

Pure Aegean paradise home dream

In such a beautiful, quiet simply, you will eventually come in at the ignorant: why, in this world, there is love, pay is so easy, so not by yourself.

Moreover, no regrets.

So, this scenery, suitable for memories, suitable for forgetting.

Suitable for gently reminded of slight amnesia.

But there's some things that should not only think, forget it.

Virtual dream fantasy in real, but let us have the hometown feel.

Yes, my hometown, you lived in his hometown, in memory of his hometown.