Abbiamo terminato lo spray impermeabilizzante per le scarpe da trekking.
Vado a gettare il vuoto tra le lattine, ma nello spiegone della raccolta differenziata leggo che siccome la bomboletta ha contenuto prodotti chimici non la posso smaltire assieme a tutte le altre lattine.
Con la plastica ovviamente non la posso buttare.
Con il cartone men che meno.
In farmacia solo farmaci scaduti, prodotti chimici niente (che poi, รจ anche vuota...)
Vetro? Umido? Naaahh...
E allora che cavolo devo farne di 'sta bomboletta vuota, la lancio per aria e la smaterializzo? :-D
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For a Child
Your friends shall be the tall wind,
The river and the tree;
The sun that laughs and marches,
The swallow and the sea.
Your prayers shall be the murmur
Of grasses in the rain;
The song of wildwood thrushes
That makes God glad again.
And you shall run and wander
And you shall dream and sing
Of brave things and of bright things
Beyond the swallow's wing.
And you shall envy no man,
Nor hurt your heart with sighs,
For I will keep you simple
That God may make you wise.
(Fanny Stearns Davis)
The river and the tree;
The sun that laughs and marches,
The swallow and the sea.
Your prayers shall be the murmur
Of grasses in the rain;
The song of wildwood thrushes
That makes God glad again.
And you shall run and wander
And you shall dream and sing
Of brave things and of bright things
Beyond the swallow's wing.
And you shall envy no man,
Nor hurt your heart with sighs,
For I will keep you simple
That God may make you wise.
(Fanny Stearns Davis)
Every child should know a hill
Every child should know a hill,
And the clean joy of running down its long slope
With the wind in his hair.
He should know a tree--
The comfort of its cool lap of shade,
And the supple strength of its arms
Balancing him between earth and sky
So he is a creature of both.
He should know bits of singing water--
The strange mysteries of its depths,
And the long sweet grasses that border it.
Every child should know some scrap
Of uninterrupted sky, to shout against;
And have one star, dependable and bright,
For wishing on.
(Edna Casler Joll)
And the clean joy of running down its long slope
With the wind in his hair.
He should know a tree--
The comfort of its cool lap of shade,
And the supple strength of its arms
Balancing him between earth and sky
So he is a creature of both.
He should know bits of singing water--
The strange mysteries of its depths,
And the long sweet grasses that border it.
Every child should know some scrap
Of uninterrupted sky, to shout against;
And have one star, dependable and bright,
For wishing on.
(Edna Casler Joll)
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