Quick and short notes.

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The bathroom with walls of roof plates. 

Well, if the water come from the rain according to some calculation and logic no one will bathe in the river waters anymore in the autumns and winters but on the roof of the barn bathroom.

What's left to do to those who live there is to take a mathematic, geometric and measure bath with / in that uncalculated, unlogical and beautiful bathroom work and decor. It happen. Where was his mind when he was building the bathroom' For sure on the white walls and plumbing of the bathroom of the stone house. But it will be for another time. 

Hopping that nothing will fall in someone's head until then.

See you Scooters.

Things seem to be simple and easy but they are not. It is always necessary to use thought. Meaning on this case vision, project, measure and calculation. Some knowledge of math and geometry (architecture) is essencial for this kind of work, the building of a house. The thought, the machine doesn't work on a simple way, its a complex and a wonderful thing. Some skills and ability are necessary too, to work with materials and tools. So you can build something that may seem simple and easy to build but it´s not.

I'm still with my thought on brick walls and a little with wood.

Rogers mostly.

It' s not fun. Who said it was to be funny'

I tell not to smile, why people say these kind of things, smile and make fun with a thing that have no fun in it' Its a serious thing.

Only the bells can say and give an exact answer.

Yes, doing a great job there and its visible how excited and expensive it will be at the the end of the building of the house extension. 

All those bells ringing and sounding around the farm. The melodies of those beams, planks and boards. It´s exciting but expensive. 

The architect and carpenter like to work with wood and wood houses. It doesn't matter how much will be spent. 'cause its what pays his work, the challenge and the pleasure of building something with wood.

That light...

Those roses biting on those white gray clouds that are crossing in the sky over the farm valley. Interesting and beautiful, isn't it. Roses biting clouds.

Underneath the thought, the eyes that look and see the living of the farm.

Above a roof a man putting his thought in the sky. The violence in the bright (sparkle) in his eyes mirror his love for her. 

With an evening bottle in its hand the moon read and told what goes on his mind, who he loves.

There's no place to play this kind of things but the trees can ring the bells and the birds can sing serenades for her. She says. 

The pirilampo can play guitar in his sad days.

Out of trouble, no one is ever out.

Fear not what I say, what I do, it doesn't arme anything and no one.

She sinks in the glass of rosé while visioning the truth in the mirror. An marble arch of stories and secrets. Will someone find the reality and incredible truth'

The puzzle lightning path. No one knows why, she doesn't know why, from where it come from and to where it goes. Not even a shadows or a dust of light is left in the puzzle lightning path.

The previous tours is where things where made and told.

The knowledge is uncomfortable to who switch off the light and not to who switch the light.

The tiles always know first before the roof know that rained.

A great thought of the tiles as the universe is to the heaven (sky) of earth.