The open doors of the immensity.
( “Les sentiers de l\'avenir” )

The smile of the sunshine accompanies them in the beloved stroll along the paths of the valley and in these magic moments their attention is turned to the sounds of the young birds singing the chorus that lives in the tenderness of the meadows full of flowers blooming while the touch of the villager bell remembers that everything is destined to die leaving the trace of a solitary passage.
When a glimmer of light settles on the pond surface reflecting the movement of the leaves creating the dance of a trembling emotion they decide to stop for observing the stunning colors of the nature and so, after having sat on a bench situated close to a garden, this sweet couple in love relives with the thought the happiest moments of a serene existence lived in the certainty of a strong and sincere feeling.
While the wind blows bringing a sensation of nostalgic quietness and the sunset is arriving with the fleeting light of a fugitive ray they resume their walk reaching the top of a hill and here, sitting on the wet grass, their look runs in the immensity searching the glimmer of a constant faith.

Francesco Sinibaldi


Song of life.

And when the song of a free bird is touching
the sunset to follow the trail of an inner happiness,
while the flame of the candor is spreading again
for giving the silence and a fugitive smile, when
everything shines and time, with a soft wind, is
running away I can feel, in my heart, a glimmer
of life that always remains...

Francesco Sinibaldi


Song of life.

And when the song of a free bird is touching
the sunset to follow the trail of an inner happiness,
while the flame of the candor is spreading again
for giving the silence and a fugitive smile, when
everything shines and time, with a soft wind, is
running away I can feel, in my heart, a glimmer
of life that always remains...

Francesco Sinibaldi

youtube.com/watch?v=jioCQqIxDec&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=5

I\'m glad to know you...
( other version )

Hey, darling, when
the morning returns
and the transparent
light of a sun full
of joy is reaching the
river, it\'s a pleasure
to meet you; this
kind of felicity
is only that dream
so, little darling,
your typical smile
is a bird that escapes
through the land
of my darkness.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Hi, I really enjoy The Last Outpost and keep rereading it. So thanks for writing it! And thanks for keeping the website online, definitely generates some fandom nostalgia for me.

no

web search for Perry Fanfics

bok bok

please sir, can I have s\'more?

He\'s handsome and I love his voice

Rec\'ed at http://tracy.livejournal.com/89415.html#cutid1

I just reread \"There Are Two Kinds of Light\", and it\'s still beautiful and wonderful. Thank you.

love

vin dieSIN more like it jesus help

i stumbled across it and i am happy i did

yes. my chicken. it fills my stomach

sam and dean doing the naughty is my everything i have no other life

Hell yeah.

I wanted to reread Last Outpost.

Depends. What\'s in it for me?

I just wanted to say that in 2012 I read Last Outpost for the first time ever. I was completely blown away and became quite enamored with the fic. I\'ve read it, downloaded the pdf, and listened to Last Outpost as an audio fic. I STILL come back to read it to this day... Ultimately, I think of the fic as my gateway drug to Wicest... I now read that stuff with a fervor that could rival Dean\'s love for pie.

My point trying to be: thank you for writing Last Outpost. It completely broadened my horizons and has given me hours of great reading material.

LOL @ AOL

Fuckin A

I read The Last Outpost of All That Is, and it was hella

you really have to ask?

So, like I said, I just read The Last Outpost of All That Is. I\'m going to preface this with the fact that I am not a Wincest shipper typically, BUT HOLY HELL THAT FIC. The scene leading up through the antique shop is without a doubt one of the greatest things I have read in any fic. I just want more it was so good. I\'m in love with that fic. So many freakin feelings.