... He'll be back another winter,
fall a thousand petals of roses,
snow cover all the things
and a heart find some peace ...
A HORN! What peace? Vaffanbrodo also Bruno Martino. It makes me have anxiety at the thought that in a few weeks Avenue office will be smeared with dried leaves on which sooner or later glide slamming his skull. If then I think those who are beginning to Advent calendar by early October, more than anxiety. And the malls invaded by people who took refuge there as the Viet Cong in their dens, to save the heating of the house and kill some time on Sunday when the TV reaches the highest peaks dell'inguardabile. And the sweaters, coats, boots and all those things that I send chills just to see them on display. For me there are positives in the winter, except that nice punch that warms you in the darkest moments.
Today, September 25, I still carry the summer loafers without socks. My colleagues have some kind of coat. We will look into the eyes defiantly to see which of us is the most ridiculous.
BUT I ...
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