about 11.30 am one morning and muggy and humid as I write these lines, the workers are doing terribly sottoacculturati soar in the air, pieces of plaster and tiles and tiles that were part of roof of the building. Advertisement.
new tiles: 2500 €
Labour cost: 1000 €
Returning Home at 3 and wake up at 8 am with a tile that falls on the balcony you stopping two feet from your bed, is priceless.
'm all sticky, when I move I creaked and the taste of coffee mixed with the cigarette in his mouth. Noises coming from my belly ambiguous. Should I write, but my head is clouded. I think I'll skip today. I told you that song? I think not. Canto. And I write. Some songs, but also short stories and articles for a local comic (very rarely). If you want to hear something my groups are these:
I've decided. I'll write a small page "About me" sooner or later on this blog, for that matter so you do not?
Now I go, my stomach is calling me and I ignored enough.
salut!
Ps: maybe we will see today in Florence, the Italian wave love festival. Or maybe not.
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