#negativa

“When you look back, you realize how cool the grass felt against the soles of your feet, how blue the sheen of snail shell on a leaf; how quiet the moon’s rising so that a clock striking the hour on a steeple was merely repeating the only numbers it knew— not a knell calling in all the boats, all the birds come back to roost, all the fading pleasures of the world.”

Mi sueño es mantenerme estable este mes, pero creo que no sucederá.

Non lasciare che gli altri siano il motivo del tuo malumore