Pitching Quotes For Softball

From the window of an antique

One time we went with my mother to an old warehouse district, I was a baby. I was entranced watching a wall, which contained a piece of furniture like the picture, only much bigger. I saw the grocer, opening and closing the drawers, pulling out a large iron spoon, miracle rice, noodles, beans. Took them to the counter and deposited its cargo on a white paper which had previously placed on the scale. Controlled weight, was a package, joining the sides of the paper, making a sort of Moñitos on top. My mother bought

any packaging, so for me it was like entering a parallel universe. She explained it was an ancient custom, unhygienic light of the changing times. But I was charmed.

now trying to reduce the weight of the photo I took last Sunday in San Telmo, I thought, how nice it would enter a business and tell the attending

- give me 100 grams, of dreams, 100 Hope 80 of optimism. That

were taken out of the drawers in the form of colorful candy ... wait anxiously to packers to be eating it on the street, like the sparrows that these days, pecking crumbs, carefree, on the sidewalks perfumed by lime trees flower.