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I believe it was the uneven surface of the Appia Antica.
As if the squirrels at Villa Borghese had nothing to do, right?
Ok, but that has to do in the end it was the fault dell'Injera with all that spicy meat.
"Sweet Home Alabama"? Do not exaggerate. If anything later on.
And the giant duvet after all has had his share.
Along with the herbal tea on the couch.
And the shelter cats.
And snack square Argentina!
But you always think about eating?
Are you denying that is one of the things we like?
Sure we like, but you put too much emphasis! The walks in the sun where you put it?
Eppiantatela a bit '. We were good, right?
Yes ..
... much.
So shut up and enjoy the aftermath of the feeling while it lasts.

* Silence grateful to all those who have had a hand in this wonderful weekend *

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Almost Roman Holiday 2011 Wishlist

I'm sitting on the floor of my room in the dark. I know that it is almost, I saw the clock just now, but I have not really matter. Listening to the small noise, in silence, considering whether it is appropriate to express some thoughts. I have none. And just maybe there is not much to say.

At about the same time I feel several explosions near and far, growing up in succession. The time is over, and I'm still squatting on the floor, barely conscious of the people I left without batting an eyelid, not too concerned with what may be doing or thinking.
from somewhere up to my chest, an incredibly clear voice in the midst of the bubble of silence and barrels away, a few words. "If nothing else I'm starting the new year in the arms of someone who loves me." Two shining eyes and dolororsissimi. "It's about point of view. "

My heart broke. I want to make that voice, cover, pararla, raise walls and moats to defend it, the emptiness around them, filled with cotton, so that arrivals did not nothing, that nothing touches The sting, the hurt.
But I can not. I can only put in half and soften a bit 'what is still to come, but the broken heart that I have at hand is bleeding, and I do not have tourniquets or patches.

If nothing else, said the voice, I'm sure he loves her for what she can serve at this time.
not I tell you, there's no need. He has my arms around him crying.