blocked a smile in my home ... I collect balls of snow and make a snowman without pupils. I do not want you looking at me, I just want you breathe ... it all seems muffled by strange delicacies that ingurgito fatigue by sliding them along with a good primary ... the heart is polished again ... dents have regenerated ...
my home I have lived in Sicily Bedda that day, in the eyes of my naive gabriele, in mock pitot grandmother, in a thousand flowers honey caress more than 5 senses, in the madness of a night team of friends who made me spend a damn fantastic holiday in vino veritas and panties in the snow, in my friends house Lucera, in my family haunted by phone, in the madness of a wet touch of ginger and my girlfriends always taught me to love me in this year I just wanted to hurt me ... and finance that I begin to appreciate ...;)
my Christmas is every day when I find myself surrounded by these new scents that blend wood and always make me feel more crazy hysterical heavenly creature ... beloved ...
I wish you all a Christmas like this ...
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