I am delighted with the last cold, a storm swept away the appearance of spring m'immalinconiva ...
Two steps in the rain, never mind if the hair s'arruffano as those of Miss Mary, at most I might not like the pigeons in the sheltered recesses of the theater in front of the house ...
heels The ringing of the crossing the door ...
A cat is waiting for the scratch card ...
And it's time for a bit 'of autococcole, I cooked some apples ... mmm ... that sweet smell in the kitchen ...
Exercise relaxes the punch ... Pelosetta
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Finalmente a letto, sogni d'oro a tutti voi, buonananna!
