Some time ago, on a particular day, a day marked in my life three years ago, I get a message to the mobile Italian. A surprise from a person I know but I've never seen. Every day we write and speak us in her and in my mind. With her and my hands.
I read that message with a pleasant surprise and smile, from that message out so much light and insight than ever.
The days go by my mother comes and then goes away, an angel, a hen, in two months I am back in Italy. I can not wait to get to know the message, to see my friends. To review Rome in June. The sea is not despised but here in California. Not bad
San Diego, looks like being on vacation, commenced drawing the sun that tans you, even if today is going to rain, it's Friday before Easter. I'm glad.
lab I go lighter today. And mid-April.
