is a story of those filling the news and cycled every year. Summer ends and I get postvacacionales.Supongo depressions that if the change of season or end of the holiday means to the company of those who want or could understand your routine. But how sad is that the return to your habits, your routines and your space and your beats cause discomfort if not something worse.
It is therefore very appropriate that your basic leisure and hobbies are not dependent on being on holiday for their realization. Be waiting for your next vacation understand that sad practice.
I do not think that we love melancholic FALL, lacking in drive and begrudge of sadness, grief or shadows, or even lovers of the night, which I detest. Sure anyone can broach that I speak of autumns placid, and of course I am aware of the latitude where I live and where I develop, sometimes one is not aware of it and should be placed on the map to give explanation many of our desires and longings. The spatial relativism warn you when reading a manual of sailing, devoted a chapter to the care of the boat for the winter, then gave me I realize that I can do without that chapter that is alien to me. Is more to come enjoy the fall more on the beach by the absence of swimmers and because the sun is still shining and the leaves can scorch and a lengthening the time about midday and delicious.
on Sunday 26 September 14:30 
October 2
And at the end of the afternoon with a book in front of the sea
before.
Who let the fall a rust-brown image of fallen leaves, wind and putrefaction?
My two jasmine green again and bloom in autumn photo October 7
Addendum January 11, 2011, (a timely appointment):
was in this bright autumn silence, the silence of the rain leaves, where I learned to be happy without happiness ... I feel so good in the fall ...... spring is when I enter the urge to commit suicide. In autumn shoot me, I have to live. [ERNO Szep " Adam's apple ', P.98]
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