EN - "And now, what do I answer?..."
The door bell suddenly rings, interrupting my flight of imagination towards my ideal Halloween parties: first place to a magic evening between the bewitched walls of Hogwarts, second place to a cool and chic party at the solitary but elegant Cullen's house.
Outside it is not so cold and, in spite of the bright lights of the city that I glimpse through the semi-open door, I can't help but dreaming about remote places, where circumspect persons with long dark mantles and strange pointed head-gears cross the wet moorland, passed through by strong winds whose whistles make the night even more disquieting, to knock to the doors of thirteen houses with gardens just lighted by candles inside terrifying pumpkins...
"And...?"
Outside it is not so cold and, in spite of the bright lights of the city that I glimpse through the semi-open door, I can't help but dreaming about remote places, where circumspect persons with long dark mantles and strange pointed head-gears cross the wet moorland, passed through by strong winds whose whistles make the night even more disquieting, to knock to the doors of thirteen houses with gardens just lighted by candles inside terrifying pumpkins...
"And...?"
Stunned at the door and ready to go out, I don't really know what to answer.
"And ...? Trick or treat?".
"And ...? Trick or treat?".
IT - "Now what I say ?..."
Suddenly the doorbell rings, interrupting my reverie sull'Halloween of my dreams: in the first place a magical enchanted evening within the walls of Hogwarts, the second party Superchic blindatissima and elegant house in Cullen. Outside
not very cold and, despite the cheerful and reassuring street lights that I see the door ajar, I can not help but fly with the imagination to places remote and secluded, where figures circumspect with long dark cloaks and pointed hats strange through the damp, dark moor, covered by very strong winds, whose whistles make the night even more disturbing, to knock on doors of houses with gardens just thirteen candle-lit pumpkins in scary ...
not very cold and, despite the cheerful and reassuring street lights that I see the door ajar, I can not help but fly with the imagination to places remote and secluded, where figures circumspect with long dark cloaks and pointed hats strange through the damp, dark moor, covered by very strong winds, whose whistles make the night even more disturbing, to knock on doors of houses with gardens just thirteen candle-lit pumpkins in scary ...
"So ...?"
I, stunned on the doorstep and ready to go out, do not really know what to say.
"So ...? Trick or treat?".
Sources of the photos: From Me To You, Robstenwellwisher's Blog, CafeMom, Make PC Italy Forum
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