In questi giorni vedere il kayak e l' fishing equipment to the dust in the basement, I torture 's soul. Several times in the past I used the metaphor "The sea for me is like the forest for White Fang" because I give the correct file size of what is in it for me. Unfortunately, since I have cast the right hand (I fell while skiing acquiring a 'breach of the thumb) was not possible to cover the call of what I call my real habitat naturale.Era already too long for various reasons not longer able to go fishing and just when the comeback was expected, came this new "tough nuts to crack." The situation has become very heavy, 's latest release dates back to some days before Christmas.
Now, whenever I can, I go to my favorite places to breathe 's only air that can rid the lungs, but the cage that keeps me prisoner, represented by the fact that I can not do it paddle fish, makes me more aware than it is of vital importance to have the option to kayak fishing. In it I find everything I need to dribble the various posts that our society today requires us deprived of liberty. On 23
I take away the 'immobilization and if all goes as forecast, this too will end, stifling sensation in prison.
L 'chase dreams you have for the moment remains in stanbay, this means that in 'pending continue to dream as I have always done, without having any opportunity to pursue them. One thing I want to clarify, not confuse the verb chase with the verb get. For myself often go fishing does not mean fish. "My" is a sea quite stingy in terms of important catches, but that's okay. I do not care to capture at any cost, certainly very pleased to take a nice fish, but basically, if I go to sea is to live to 360 °, without any hassle, this is the secret that allows me to be free.
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