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makes a cold burner, of the two minutes I started to snow and ice is also the pre-cum!
want to go out to zero, as the temperatures but, fortunately, when the good things you can not andartele to search, you can always have them delivered at home.
Yesterday came the carpenter to put up (see winding paths that you must take my story to avoid writing mount and run the carousel of silly jokes ...) the new library.
Created and designed by my lovely and talented boyfriend, standing there in the hallway inquiring into tomes. So far
was the only library in the bedroom but alone could not bear to give decent reception in all the books I bought or received as gifts. So we shelved the stoic asked if he could have a little sister e. .. voila!
polverosissimo picking up each volume to transport from one side of the house is strange to see how many thoughts slow down my work.
Each work is reminiscent of flash lighting, almost always pleasant. Rather than a move makes me think of 'na TAC ...
I have books with a dedication of the donor, with promises of eternal friendship, that if we meet by accident in the street not even recognize ourselves; books autographed by the author, who remind me of the thrill of talking with Sciltian Gastaldi and Aldo Busi, so much so that under their name is not retained a hint of sweat from my hands, and then books on a waiting list, those who do not Adranna never more than good intentions of reading , those that have failed me as a lover patched and those that made me enjoy one of the best hours of my life. Those that I've had to buy on my own because no one decided to donarmeli as "Memories and Recipes of Sophia Loren ... Strange and powerful
the evocative power of books. Take up a junk of memories thought lost in outer space amnesia and show you that what's important to have experienced has not been swallowed by a black hole but it was only crystallized in your memory.
an important memory, when crushed under the weight of time passing and it explodes into a thousand pieces that you stick everywhere.
A book is the best way for me to pick up the residual traces of what I was.