Is Lung Cancer And Emphysema The Same Thing

Amber Winter

Three white, stately ptaszory, standing on a block of frozen salt water. Winter sea has the same charm as summer summer. Walking through the forest towards the sea I came upon a deer. White ass, big eyes, thin, four feet. She looked at me, pulled my scent and went back to their issues - biting ześwirowanych shoots that have confused the season. Sound of water, and no waves ... Only the cold wind from the land. Peace and quiet. Before me, the horizon line, absolutely free from anything. Sand on the left, stretching down to the sea meeting the sky, the color of bronze and white, empty, and most importantly without people. Sand on the right side arc occurring in the banana black, equal and empty, interrupted here and there, points of gulls and terns drepczących. Four pages similar to the metaphorical perspective on life. Las behind a thicket of urgent and important issues, problems and even opportunities for new enemies bent by the winds of history and ardent friends forever stretching toward the sun. The horizon in front, painted a thin line of sea cutting the sky, its blue skies wlewającego trustingly in green garnet is an escape into the future, in the space of dreams, and sometimes illusory promise seeping along with the notes of the songs sung by a siren. Muddy road in the heart of bronze and soft white color is a journey into myself, on the left, a black scarf over and over again for speeding points dziurawiona like atomic particles is a day of duty determined by reason, on the right ...

Port stench of diesel, long-forgotten lessons of fish from the water, the mooring lines as rigid salty sticks from the factory Lajkonik and wood, which decays włókniście in tidal waves. Black smoke, three fishermen in the jackets and wool sweaters. Four pints of beer to twice and did not walk a packet of cigarettes to have contributed to the cultural and political life of the city. I do not feel any closer or further knowledge. I need to think of the precipitating race favorite track by moving in my cerebral-głowiu.