not treat them well is that my twenty (Manzoni) readers.
For long stretches I do not write anything and people are rightly tired to walk past a newsstand with the same newspaper.
is that the beauty of a blog is his human flow.
So the days pass quickly because, citing ligabue, but it will not be caught with his belly sometimes it takes "life is always strong / that much easier."
's life sometimes, as I believe it also happens to you, takes over the word. Then
through the night in an empty playground and I find this strange snow machine in the photo.
credit is used to throw a ball inside and see where it goes (?) it also recalls some '30s sci-fi loudspeakers and has a mysterious beauty.
I can not escape the simple metaphor.
That life is a little bit this game, you throw things into the air and you never know which way to fall well.
From next post just poetry. I promise.
the searcher
