A recapitalization for the case in some parts, after all this time. Like when you find yourself in places where wipe years and years before we were on vacation.
I remember exactly a wall as you enter the town of Pitigliano, which had a hole and a lizard that we walk on.
I wondered if there had never put his tongue in that hole, the lizard.
When I came back, he had become a bigger hole and some butt floating in it. It was raining and I had wet feet and the shirt I weighed on my shoulders. Here's what
. Is there something you are, you take, you do not know what it is, is not it?
But then he sits there and looks. He looks at everything, trying to retrieve a few details that we missed, maybe that has changed, and only notice it, it does seem a most vivid memory.
The point is that sometimes when a recapitalization in those places, in those situations, the only thing you hear is the bitter taste of the time that has passed.
do not know, is that from my window, under the dark and under the fog, the city seems immersed in a tub of melted butter.
And all I feel is an enormous fatigue, as far as I can not do.
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