The climate is decidedly female. We did sniffing two days of sun and then give us a month of rain. Not that I mind the rain, of course: not cold, the roar of the water is relaxing, beautiful reflections in the puddles ... But I feel like a lot of sun. I want to make the lizard on the asphalt in Barcola. I want the lazy warmth and dry with the crickets chirping their tedious.
again I want and I do not think you can fully understand the importance for me of this word. :) I feel a little fourteen, and I do not mind at all. Losing a little head's fine. Rein, zero padlocks, keys and chains. Things slide. A bit like that scene from the film in which Terence Hill travels to the far west in a carriage behind the horse, dozing lazily without thinking about where it ends, but knowing that there will be lots of things waiting for me.
