Ok, premettiamo che ho sonno e un poco di mal di testa quindi forse in effetti scrivere una blog entry è la peggior cosa che mi potesse reminded to do.
The fact is that by now I opened the page and I started writing and then write something tantovale not?
Once again I had to leave in a hurry for work, and the nature of things that you can not stop a moment to reflect on the meaning of our "western civilization" when you are in a room d ' Siberian hotel to read extracts from articles dating back 40 years ago about events that took place in a continent where you have never set foot.
But dropping the similarities between Richard M Nixon and Silvio Berlusconi, is that urgent, constant feeling that my life has trimmed the worst hand of cards imaginable. And the thing that
worsens this obsession of being left with the mote that is shorter than those in good shape even notice it in our society at all is due, will begin to pull slap to all those "how are you?" I say, "not bad".
0 comments:
Post a Comment