L'ultimo Maron Glacè.... Gli ho fatti durare fin che ho potuto. From My Birthday ... A true record. Who has known for at least one knows that autumn is my favorite dessert. Usually my mom gives them to me, but this year if he is forgotten.
sign of the time? Or maybe it was a sign of what was to happen. Everything went wrong from my own birthday. Things have happened that I did not understand and that I could not manage.
As if I were a bomb exploded in his hand. A bomb of pain.
A black veil was lifted and was placed on me .... Fortunately, the character I see the sun even at night .... But it has left its mark.
A feeling of powerlessness in the face of multiple of misunderstandings and misconceptions that makes you just shut up and do not move. I felt like an elephant in a shop of glassware. Every breath, "broke" something. With human implications of an incredible fury
The worst birthday of recent years ....
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