reached a certain age you become too small ... of words.
but honestly I wanted to say a few lines on this past summer to run, right and left ... Tunisia ... bari palermo trapani
But what can you do, I'm getting too lazy ... or so I take little seriously ...
vabbe went well,
and Monday to return home in Milan ... "home" because who knows .. as it will still be my home ...
my mother showed me the faded dress that I wore today to the baptism of little Alice,
strange for me was to see her so angry at the thought he irreparably ruined a dress bought 4 years ago in Maruggio ... the market, and paid 10 €.
I looked at him like I watched a snippet of a summer where there are only memories trampled and thrown in the dust .. how to say the right end of what has been a past period to get hurt in the company.
yet as we know the memories are always sweet .. and have increasingly bitter taste of this ... sometimes we just know that one day this will present the flavor of what is already, to make us live a little more smoothly our boring news ...
