12:33 pm any day of any year close to 2000
Chronicle of a home.
Oh and these are the true legs this morning.
This post only want to emphasize the wonder of what we're doing. I
ticking on the keys, our PC is under the window, so I can see the sky. Sanlorenzese gray sky, but no rain. And this is not so bad that soon I take the scooter.
Isa is getting dressed, running like crazy from one room to another. Isa did not know that it is a small bottle cap. Hihihihihihi.
And you see this funny little thing that runs through all the rooms with one leg in the trousers and no, in the mouth of the sheets I think it's late and grudgingly screams.
Anna is cooking the stuff and put up to Vasco. I just said that when just us Vasco says ".. that they have no more saints nor heroes .." she breaks mysticism.
concoction which I think is a compound sauce, redolent of tomato and was into her head to make ravioli.
ravioli with ricotta and spinach. I'm almost afraid and I know that as always I will call the bean to bring me pizza.
And I, what about me?
vestaglina'm still sleeping. A shoulder straps, because the undersigned has not yet realized that it's December. And she enjoys doing the super sexy when there's friends of friends. Son taking good morning. Maybe it is that last night I called Matt and it made me wake up in good spirits.
He called me several times yesterday, I tried. It 'like being licked by hugs, small, tender, embrace the tiny moments of life. His slow voice, his pauses, his silences, his endorsements, his denials. E 'him, I know, I feel it. A call with all the names of the possible and impossible is, and always will be the L-moon, light and blade, but also online, lynx and lust, unmida leaf, suspended animation, love up, overwhelmed by his vague L ' soul still asleep.
What a beautiful love that is true. Me tell
alone.
Veronique
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