With the latter a babbling fucking dog on the Renaissance, I find myself seeing things as a part of that time . Basically just a little, just a dinner by candlelight and a minimum of imagination.
The sequence of daily events idiotic in the political life of our country and the squalor of the media reporters require me to breathe a bit ', to play with the centuries and flirting with a "Pasionaria" chase for the rooms of a villa. People might wonder what the hell has to do with the renaissance Pasionaria, nothing, but it's fun as salad in history, because if you only put in the salad lettuce becomes sad, stupid and even anorexia. I know that in dreams, sometimes, the salad alludes to fuck, then you better be rich, varied and cheerful, good health, physical and mental.
There are places and situations where I have to be serious, the blog is not one of them. As a child I consider the game a serious matter, and the seriousness of some seems to me ridiculous.
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