Genge peering shyly from the rich, are still hesitant, control dall'ippocastano the right time to jump on the carpet of withered leaves, I'd stay for hours on the stone bench and watch the autumn approaches, for months I did not have cold hands and a feeling of nostalgia when I felt ...
socket un'halloweenite acute in a few minutes I made pumpkin-caps for two cans
As I write in bed, under a light pannetto finally, I have the cats on the legs , ascolto l’autunno di Vivaldi e sgranocchio i semi di zucca che ho messo nei vasetti…che bella serata!
Sogni d'oro donzelle
