I attended a concert by Cristina Donà with eyes half closed, with little light, in fact. everything seemed smaller, the number of people, their voices, their presence is almost insignificant.
the best music I heard while walking through the ruins of this strange place that I know has been reborn since the sacrament.
is that it was not just talkative and companionship for the evening. more or less started singing when I stopped being attached to the outside world. almost could also have happened to me to fly away, like a kind of balloon festival, those filled with helium, that when you bind them to the wrist, as a child, you think you will be happy forever, instead, three minutes later, as you see it disappear into the sky, mama I do not know how he untied, I swear, do not you think that you shall take no more from the trauma of abandonment.
me, as I climbed into the air, every time someone tried, a look, a little face that I did from when I found it again and fell back are a bit ', but so, just to make sure the string does not same melting.
how those two that I met outside, before entering. his name is antonio and she can not remember his name. however, it is nearly sixty years who have been together and fight the recipe for risotto alla Milanese at least fifty. Puglia is because they are that neither is sure what goes in, it will be because both say their cook at home but, when one of the big fire the other corrects him, so, just to see them and does not seem so bad.
look, anto ', I checked, I know that the Internet is not just between the sources that you would feel more reliable but everywhere I read that the broth to the rice you have to do with' osso buco, in the words of your wife. In short, I'm sorry but which has the reason her stomach you've got because you eat, not cook it.
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