After I bragged, with all your friends, to have an iron with the daily care based on orange juice, I have been struck by the flu. So today, I spent trascindandomi out of bed to the couch wrapped in a blanket, how sad! Among the messages ready healing that I received, one particularly impressed me. I sent him my friend, I told a friend not a friend. No, precisely because I was a poem in the mail and I would not like someone started to make allegations, true Prince?
In any case, I have never particularly loved the poems, or rather, I wanted, but probably not sensitive enough, but I swear that I would like .....
Okay, in any case it seemed a nice thing, and therefore I dedicate it to all of you. Now I'm going to have to take aspirin.
"And I find myself still here, talking to heaven
.
has great arms and a smile that smacks of sparks.
is all dressed up, dressed
stars.
It's scary that this giant
strokes my head,
watching me live and say nothing.
And I would like to count its stars,
to know him better,
to find a friend.
But how many are the stars? "
Giulia Carcasi
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