sadness towards the winter solstice
I came across an unsolicited advice during the weekend between the Littizzetto on the radio Saturday morning and Littizzetto on TV Sunday night, in the emptiness that I try to maintain especially in view of Christmas. The Board was beautifully photographed, "Do the nest, it's time." My part indomitable, that flying halfway around the world to be told how to find harmony with nature, his own and that of the universe, the woman who lives with a black cat, has been thought of as a nest could be transformed Fast-legged feline. Resistance. Even if the light is short, even if the sun does not heat: to resist. That's what (even) the words: I took the large moleskine, the one with the posthumous notes of travel and are advanced in the pages, background music by Slum Symphony, incidentally there to support
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