End of season
are the diciassetteequindici and sunny. Maybe
is coming spring. The people around me says that this has been a long winter but I do not think. Nothing like last winter. Endless, cold as my thoughts.
This however was quick, like a glimpse into the future.
Mò see how it goes, I'm the future.
The most practical and reliable, I have no doubt, is that at the end of the month my bank account will suffer another bloodletting.
Here, this fast-winter 2009-2010 could also be described as the most expensive food-history.
Rassegnamoci. The mother calls
argue that now is the time to truly put money aside, but I do not think I'll be able to. I'm in as well, steering a middle course between food and rent bills tickets. For now, at least.
prefer to grow my own way.
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