I love my little house. It's really a cas ina - piccinapiccina! - But I love it.
photography forever.
I love its light, I love the trinkets of which we have disseminated those futile and those needed, even the most trivial.
The people who live it is odd. I love that too.
And just to be in the mood just smelensa, I love even that sheet of Milan where he is, although I still do not know enough well ... 
I can say to know him well only when I have consumed the sidewalk properly and strictly in mood serendipity random dérive. (Pleasure that I have already been issued, but not enough. (Sometimes you have to take two hours to lie in a meadow, in the words of the wise old Scrubs ...) )
Each so, until June, the undersigned must get down with the lessons (the last year are now). In February, for another heavy session of exams: I officially declare offline, from ... NOW! (Of course, a lie is impossible, but, you know ... it's called "placebo "...) In total, the better to prefer the casinos to dérive for a while '... : - /
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