An apple, at maturity, gets picked, severed from its comfort zone. All its life, since inception, it has been living off the juice from the branches. Now, without warning, at the zenith of its maturity, it gets removed from its life-source. Someone will simply eat it, and reap the benefit of its mature state. I have seen how Christians lose it at this point and backslide, becoming rotten apples. Because of a lack of understanding. Why? He also says in 1Cor.

A Last Kiss ο ο. The last day of summer you were supposed to kiss me. Everyday you still wake up with a broken heart and the pain is still there.

I am a mantel great dane! I live in a beautiful city, Verona, in northern Italy. In my pack there are also two two-legged animals called Mario and Nicoletta. We keep ourselves company during the day. I will introduce them to you later in one of my posts.

Les manteaux mystères Des Petits Hauts.

Mon bazar à moi! Ciné, musique, bouquins. Subscribe to my blog! Commençons par le commencement! 30 ans sinon rien. 10 bonnes raisons de te larguer. La belle et la bête. La cité de la peur. Coup de foudre a Notting hill. Dirty dancing 2 Havana Night. Les désastreuses aventures des orphelins Baudelaire. The dark night le chevalier noir.