[any allusion is intentional jokingly]
C ' is a white banner with red writing, to Caldonazzo.
Estate stands in bright letters. There are other words (festival, concert, meeting ... and the like) that I have not read. A little 'perhcè smaller, a little' because that word was to capture me.
Estate.
What do you mean summer?
Mia sorella che ripesca la chitarra (e le corde sono sei! Non cinque, come sostengo io senza capirci niente. Il pianoforte, del resto, ne ha di più), le candele e noi che stoniamo (io!) fino a sera tarda. Il cielo bello terso per tutti i mesi e adesso, che è il periodo migliore delle stelle cadenti, mentre mi armo di telescopio e dò il via alla grande pulizia di filtri, adattotori e lenti, la notte si fa buia buia e piena di nuvole. Pazienza, allora. E' bello lo stesso.
Stendersi alle undici sul poggiolo, in camicia da notte, e senire sotto la pelle il caldo della ceramica. Andare in giro per casa a piedi nudi (tanto il raffreddore, se vuole, lo prendo lo stesso), rischiare di scivolare sulle scale e ritrovarmi to do the balanced two millimeters off the ground, suspended over an abyss that is the road traveled by night Girgia gray shadow on the edge of a gate.
And chase my shadow under the streetlights that approaches and moves away, for stamping your feet firmly on the ground I almost expected to feel bad. And while I do feel silly and say that basically, I do not care. And Adriano Meis (born dear Fu Mattia Pascal ) for an evening can end up in the closet of my thoughts, and stay there with my habit letterariezzare almost everything.
Exit at ten and think about the walk, the strda to do, and ignore the books that are piled up and, in winter, to ten, begins the third round of study, in the evening.
walk through the country (strictly desert) and drink a steaming hot chocolate. Because if I do not drink a hot chocolate in the castle, in the summer, I think I did ^ ^
holiday and take advantage of two minutes for a table tennis tournament esteneuante done nothing and still find that I enjoy reviving the Barbie and play like when he was six. And as long as Thucydides may want to ogle the shelf: a squadron of hoplites I can still create, between Ken and the like .
E Senit the skin of the sofa on the skin and remember to plan to get up if I fall asleep in the living room, because looms ever-present, from above, my staff and modern version of the sword of damoclea memory window.
My summer is not anything special.
not travel, and crazy stories to tell.
But I should be fine.
Why can not pretend to be twenty years. And come back baby
C ' is a white banner with red writing, to Caldonazzo.
Estate stands in bright letters. There are other words (festival, concert, meeting ... and the like) that I have not read. A little 'perhcè smaller, a little' because that word was to capture me.
Estate.
What do you mean summer?
Mia sorella che ripesca la chitarra (e le corde sono sei! Non cinque, come sostengo io senza capirci niente. Il pianoforte, del resto, ne ha di più), le candele e noi che stoniamo (io!) fino a sera tarda. Il cielo bello terso per tutti i mesi e adesso, che è il periodo migliore delle stelle cadenti, mentre mi armo di telescopio e dò il via alla grande pulizia di filtri, adattotori e lenti, la notte si fa buia buia e piena di nuvole. Pazienza, allora. E' bello lo stesso.
Stendersi alle undici sul poggiolo, in camicia da notte, e senire sotto la pelle il caldo della ceramica. Andare in giro per casa a piedi nudi (tanto il raffreddore, se vuole, lo prendo lo stesso), rischiare di scivolare sulle scale e ritrovarmi to do the balanced two millimeters off the ground, suspended over an abyss that is the road traveled by night Girgia gray shadow on the edge of a gate.
And chase my shadow under the streetlights that approaches and moves away, for stamping your feet firmly on the ground I almost expected to feel bad. And while I do feel silly and say that basically, I do not care. And Adriano Meis (born dear Fu Mattia Pascal ) for an evening can end up in the closet of my thoughts, and stay there with my habit letterariezzare almost everything.
Exit at ten and think about the walk, the strda to do, and ignore the books that are piled up and, in winter, to ten, begins the third round of study, in the evening.
walk through the country (strictly desert) and drink a steaming hot chocolate. Because if I do not drink a hot chocolate in the castle, in the summer, I think I did ^ ^
holiday and take advantage of two minutes for a table tennis tournament esteneuante done nothing and still find that I enjoy reviving the Barbie and play like when he was six. And as long as Thucydides may want to ogle the shelf: a squadron of hoplites I can still create, between Ken and the like .
E Senit the skin of the sofa on the skin and remember to plan to get up if I fall asleep in the living room, because looms ever-present, from above, my staff and modern version of the sword of damoclea memory window.
My summer is not anything special.
not travel, and crazy stories to tell.
But I should be fine.
Why can not pretend to be twenty years. And come back baby
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