my dear supporters!
oh how many times we are in search of words to effect, but they are slow to take effect at all, and most ominously similar to another's attacks patiently to dazzling splashes of genuine genius!
and therefore I will rise again from this brutality, a bit 'crazy as the interlocutor battiato lifts fears and hypochondria ...
so what? what about us? where we finished? happened while I was not writing?
some busy with work, many in search of it, the lucky few with new experiences all to tell, but ... if they ever find the time!
but I would have plenty of time there, right?
true.
I'm happy to be able to write, can not decide in advance but just a little 'accident, what to talk and when to do it.
the sun is breaking even here, despite the rainy days. and if it is true that it's winter, spring will come for me too. and I will be happier now, more smiling and why not ... more like farlalle where everyone would look like ...
butterflies have a short life, however, have had to go through a process of constant change and unknown in the city do not survive: have given up a long time to live.
we can always choose what color to paint our lives, day by day ... and be reborn every day, flying, posarci on our flower and fly away.
again ... infinitely in time and space.
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