Devastated by an abundance of sleepiness and being filled with a genuine and exclusive chiccosissimo fur synthetic fur, I am faced the computer in an evening previgilia Christmas.
The tree lights up the darkness of the room and gives persuasive outline of things. Give
magic.
An evening without a job, for once, after the furious frenzy of recent days.
A relief because there were reports of a parcel that was thought lost and arrows sent to the Italian Post Office. And
Italy and ask what it means in the last part of 2010, decorated with street battles, and munnizza slut.
And then I look and I do not feel like saying you want to enjoy your pleasures simple pleasures that do not savor some time because the vortex of something that you do not want you took and took away with him.
Simple Pleasures.
A walk downtown, to buy fabrics and chat with orders sweet and graceful flying from a satin brocade. Getting lost among the people and the wooden houses of a crafts market and meet "colleagues" so far known only on the Internet and buy them some treat for you and your sister. Take a Christmas present for the Rock and take him and see him smile, but from the soul and whispered in the ear that this book will read it immediately. Buy the latest CD of Carmen in the era of youtube, emule and all cucuzzaro.
Merry Christmas.
wasted and tucked, wind chill or humid nights.
I remember eating in Bethlehem, the emotion of the Shepherds, and I imagine be there, first of infinite Love.
To do this I do not need a basket full of presents or costly apparel, nor gargantuan feasts.
I just have my heart, I just try to open it and open up the world.
It is not easy and that's why we try every year. And that is why there is always a possibility.
to be better.
With all my heart, Merry Christmas. Here is
scent of cake.
And I have a terrible sleep.
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