In the dark cellar of our life are stacked, dusty, a multitude of memories drenched little filtered light that breaks open road through the small cavities, tiny windows that chisel the corners of our memory. In she is interspersed the step of the time and the energy consumed of who along his journey, in them different stages that there was in his enjoyment had of have them between their hands. A stale smell stale, that bet under a curtain able to go back in time, always raises happy intellect when evoke gentler past. The ancient has no shame, nor requires either apply a deep u painstaking efforts in their pursuit, sudden appears whenever the serenity and calm allow longing.
"Crystal elements, blurred stickers, finely ornate porcelain and clothing outlined with convoluted lace Baroque peculiarity, taste and exquisite quality now just committed to take part in any collection. May be exceedingly fruitful to try to circumvent evoke the past, but without a doubt the best way to evaluate the present always happen to regain the past."