adventure [Theme] Page 5

- So give up? Return to Florence?
- Yes, but I'm still happy because in these adventures finally found...
- Me?
- No, the riddle you couldn't solve.

- I go to the movies because I like adventure. Adventure is what I wipe at work, so I go to the movies.
- But, Tom, you go to the movies too often!
- I like a lot of adventure.

Every time you make a mistake, the adventure begins.

- Come with me to Spain, we can find sellswords El Cabello, we are waiting for new adventures.
- I can't. The one adventure I'm looking for two cows and an acre of land.
- As always, hopelessly romantic.

Each adventure in its own way especially.

- Max, I'm a little shield for all these years? You got me a little shame? Remember how in second grade you with the Weinstein went to look for the North pole? And you were caught at the bus stop in Kaluga.
- And I am sure that we would get to the North Pole.

In old age, less joy, but more interest. I'm not afraid of old age scares me more: that each output will never be an adventure, even an adventure is only an exchange of smiles. For me age has a direct relationship to physical love. Scary if you will not be able to cause what is called desire. To die in fifty years or live with something else- sad. Never meet a Stranger. It might be better to talk lying in bed, side by side. To exclude from his life adventure - ay-ay-ay!

The great adventure begins, as a regular thing.

We are no doubt waiting for adventure.

- Playing with fire - our destiny!
Fly into the wind!
- Because of his power limit
We want to know!

- The road in this region
Conceal the rags of ages.
Two reasons that I
Risk everything was ready:
- Some always a
Are wealth and power.
- The choice is different:
Courage, will, and staaaaart!

Tracy loved to challenge and defeat the smart rich people. Each adventure was exciting, like a drug, and she felt the need for new and more dizzying escapades. The only credo that has guided Tracy, - never touch the innocent - she was cheated only greedy and dishonest. Tracy vowed that none of her victims will never commit suicide.

Someone told Clarice that the calm days, you have to beat to pieces; and the life is worth to plunge, as into a river over a fast and strong; to follow the signs, look for them one by one on the way, until you reach a place which to leave does not want.

Flipping through the pages, walking through the plantations of pineapple, along with infected by the gold rush, crashed into the mountain with pick and shovel; shared the bonfire with tomb robbers at the risk of becoming dinner for the jaguars. How could she leave in the attic the book of fairy tales called the National Geographic?