Hello dear reader.
be honest. Yesterday at 17:59 until I had a desire to do many things, including writing the week went by, the various high low of trivia questions and answers that I receive from self-evident given the fact that globalization is robbing me of the holidays , the phone calls, change of residence, sporting event, social event twice, the sun and the rain ... but then you get a story, one that you already know, you'd expect, which should not surprise you, and instead ... amaze you from being surprised, of finding oneself to feel a bit ' of discouragement, even though when you stop to think in a detached manner you can understand that it is bullshit, you're gone. And even if you repeat it now the worm has found its home and the house of cards comes down.
And what can you do?
Or is there to contemplate the actual ground that share the bed, into a modern vision of Level Principe De Curtis, with spades and flowers trying to recover the money between the cups upside down, or you roll up your sleeves, rims to recover what has been saved and began to build a new castle.
I think about it.
Ok.
the boxes we have, maybe some routes out of life, but recoverable. The goodwill is low, but I hope it will increase with the passage of time.
Then we begin to see what you can save.
of this week unless some good advice, given by someone who I think has really done it for my own good.
save the film that I went to see the movies. Children of the Stars. A beautiful Italian comedy, full of attoroni and characters. And next to laughter, maybe you will also think and reflect on what happens around you.
Save the feeling of being more of a group that is forming slowly.
Rocky IV and would save the dream: "If I can change, YOU CAN CHANGE EVEN THE WORLD CAN 'CHANGE."
save the babies cinemas showing the film without thinking about the penny, but the good of the world.
Save the feeling of harmony I feel when, after trudging up the hill, the road descends gently and only thought is the road that runs under the soles of shoes.
Save the coffee breaks and the laughs that break the moments of the gray working days.
Save the good food in front of the company, where he is greeted those who leave with dignity.
Save the genius of Elio e le Storie Tese and the speed to do satire.
Save the sun rose to find the Langhe giving me a little 'heat.
Save the attempt to eat food from another culture to end up as usual to eat the usual local dishes that go against every idea of \u200b\u200bhealth consciousness. Save
friends who have patiently waited for my arrival, with innocent alas late, recommending not to run.
Save the bed at home, where he laid his head on the pillow that's the end to start at the time of the rise from the blankets. The things we throw
for now put aside, that you never know who profits return in the future. Dear Reader
I wish you good things this weekend where pagan rituals are mixed with the Saints to bring joy and remembrance.
... chasing the sun ... And even
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