Acrostics Poem For Summer

Monday 24

Dear all,
we are still updating the blog. In the background a group of Italians if the count ... Well you are a group of doctors and nurses working in their beautiful holiday in this hospital for the post. Strange people here for a month to operate without a break the most complicated cases. There are young people, older people and pensioners. Suggests this noisy world, tired but happy the day. We, however, we continued the way through another frontier that of Benin, the most friendly and pleasant. So hot on the other hand, the thermometer today has reached 39. Nice and fast road, the place that welcomed us with the points already Mora nearby mountains ... Leaving Ouagadugou appeared an anthill, a multitude of people who went to work on foot, by bike or scooter. Smog so incredible ... Then the road to poverty. We have gone through a bunch of monkeys sign of being in a safari reserve. Then a lot of goats and children who leave the school.
arrived here from an antenna to see Tanguiéta om similar to home and wonder if the radio works. I feel a connection and feel ik1jdy in the distance, but we were lucky, we can not make us feel. It will be for next time. Dinner with the brothers, information on the road and then praying together with the hospital staff. Now I go to hear the talk of the Italians. May the Lord be with us tomorrow, 400 km of road is not so beautiful guests speak, and then by the Bishop of Kandi.
The evening with the Italians was very beautiful smile for years between the advancing (two girls birthday today) and serious talk mainly related to the impressions that the meeting with the African world creates EACH INDIVIDUAL us. Great to hear the feelings deep and well expressed in the meeting with a child who had asked for a gift. Words deep as those of the poems in which you find yourself feeling just a bit and 'yours. Nice gift too unexpected encounter. Do you think that a doctor is found here on holiday in Serre di Becetto and reading Refuge Bagnur Valle Varaita greeted us on our shirt, "Good evening Varaita Valley." We hope you can come to Sampeyre to submit their book.
enough for now. We go to sleep because tomorrow we expect more miles and certainly other meetings.
here's the poem that we feel very

A stupid cadeau!

"Monsieur Cadeau ... ... cadeau cadeau!"

quivering voice that distinguishes it from anything.

On the thread of hot air as a gust of life.

Arriva decided, comes clean on its request.

Educated eyes, full of melancholy weakness.

Open hand to want everything and receive nothing!

Nothing can grow with ... nothing to life.

sincere smile, smile soul wound that hurts ....

Eyes that have just paid, desperate tears.

Lucciconi ordinary steal beauty to the face.

... He immediately forgets, in his pursuit pleading.