Teddy Led Here is the first installment of this story. Who knows, maybe I will be the desire to continue writing. Once upon a time ... but not so long ago. Venturing could say "recently". Ultimately just yesterday named a teddy bear was walking through the woods led by Leaf Valley. There was nothing different the other day: the same path, same faces off, the same birds twittering in the branches that the same sad melodies. Each leaf seemed to fall into the same point the previous autumn, seemed to pass in any stream, second by second, the same water for the second year. The only passion was the guitar and led all the money in his work at the chocolate factory Marmot them had invested in a beautiful Ibanez seven string, the finishing touch to a hundred-watt Marshall amp. Sometimes, the solos and riffs coming from his house in the woods right in the square in Leaf Valley, probably carried by the wind, much more probably from the tube at maximum volume. Frequently the people, going to the newsstand or the coffee shop, suddenly stopped listening to their pitch for a few notes of those harrowing but beautiful melodies. Melodie so sad that they would die of envy Damien Rice, and so full of rage that he could not even sing God That of Black Sabbath. But all the other bears Led feared. Sure, I admired the skill with which he could play, but their minds could not accept his sadness or anger. Since childhood the bears were trained to escape those negative thoughts, to reject, even at the cost of denying the obvious. A worth nothing that the explanations of Led envy, frustration and guilt were present in everyone's life as much as happiness, satisfaction and serenity. As in all the villages were the funeral, but only sold in Leaf Valley colored coffins in which you reach "a long and comfortable journey." When the local newspaper took care of the news, bulldozing over anything that's sad it happened, when the fact was so important that it can not be hidden so diminished the importance of losing him or magnified to such an extent that it bears too unlikely to believe to happen to them. Emblematic episode when Betty, a baker who lived in a side of the main square, took his own life setting themselves on fire to the foam: Leaf Daily headlined the third page in "Kerosene + matches. A good cure for rheumatism." Or when Teddy was attacked by a bear (a real one) appeared "The two brothers met again: a hug too vigorous" accompanied by a picture of Teddy violently beaten by the so-called relative. But Led, grew up in an orphanage, no one had taught him to mediate the thought. He wore it in music only what he saw: a city of a thousand cities in which every resident living in his castle and did not see beyond its wall painted in shades of pink. Those, however, his notes were flying well beyond the fortifications, and generated suspicion, fear and doubt about what we could be outside.
End Part
Another way to recast the original desktop with a profit of Osx. Not that the original defects in beauty, but every so often to give a touch-up can not hurt. In the upper right I used two of the Yahoo! Widgets: Digital Clock Gauges and Neon. Further down, Gtalk and AIM contacts are managed by the inevitable Adium with various transparencies (The usual themes are for the 1928 Overture Protoscroll for contacts and chat windows). The theme of Tiger Samui 2.0 is applied with Shapeshifter, as well as icons, downloaded from iconfactory.com (Set Sticker System). The dock was made transparent with ClearDock. The resize of the windows is maintained by WindowShadeX. The last three mentioned software are all controlled in turn by Application Enhancer. 
