When you have newfound freedoms and still want to be responsible you must set yourself some ground rules as to what you won’t do and whenever you go against your rules punish yourself in some way like doing extra work or not going out
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hanzer (Gold Fever!) raids the annals of American history once again, emerging with a feisty tall tale inspired by the Davy Crockett almanacs published in the 19th century. Assuring readers that "every single word is true, unless it is false," she spins a rollicking yarn of how Crockett (who could "whip ten times his weight in wildcats and drink the Mississippi River dry") saves the world from a disastrous collision with Halley's Comet. Deep in the woods with his pet bear, Death Hug, Crockett is bent on wooing "purty" Sally Sugartree, unaware that the president has advertised for his help to reign in the comet. Once Crockett finds out he's needed, he's off "like a high-powered hurrycane," climbing to the top of a high mountain and leaping onto the comet. In the end, a triumphant Crockett gets both the girl and his coonskin cap (to cover what's left of his comet-singed hair). Schanzer's lickety-split pace and picaresque prose are equal parts swagger and sass, and her vibrant, color-drenched paintings extend the spirited tone. Careful attention to comic detail and visual echoes of the genre's hallmark exaggeration (Crockett, for instance, has the chiseled-jaw and popping muscles of a Disney hero) frame this zesty slice of Americana admirably.
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Qui sotto
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Mi piace suonare la chitarra
Mi piace cucinare
Mi piace viaggiare
Mi piace uscire con gli amici
Mi piace cantare
Mi piace ballare
Mi piace andare al cinema
Mi piace nuotare
Mi piace giocare a calcio
Week ago you said to me
"Do you believe I'll never be too far"
If you're lost, just look for me
You'll find me in the region of the summer stars
The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye
Means we've already won
A necessity for apologies between you and me
Baby, there is none
Awh, e had some good times, didn't we?
Awh, we had some good tricks up our sleeve
Awh, goodbyes are bittersweet
But it's not the end
I'll see your face again
You will find me
And you will find me
In places that we've never been
For reasons we don't understand
Walking in the wind
Walking in the wind
Yesterday I went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend
But as we raised our glasses up to make a toast
I realized you were missing
Awh, we had some good times, didn't we?
Awh, we wore our hearts out on our sleeve
Awh, goodbyes are bittersweet
But it's not the end
I'll see your face again
Lily pads floated like saucers on the water and birds chirp- metaphor
