Sunday afternoon. Pajamas, puffy eyes, hair that now have taken their own life, a cute little face as that of a sloth in hibernation, gurgling stomach that the paralysis of the legs will not allow you to repair, powder beds cared for and raised with love in ' Last week that keep me company making me feel all their affection, notes and books that wait centuries before being taken into account in any way.
And with great pride I can see that in these two long years to break my change interior / exterior was truly radical: nothing facenza cazzeggiano and always at the top. Oh yeah.
