Back to writing. After months of absence justified by the fact that the studies and the lack of internet has kept me quite far from here. But I return to write, perhaps more closely, perhaps much less than it did. I'm going to write no promises, because I like a good sailor, I can not keep their promises.
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01/10/2010 02:38, in a conversation with my lovely. [If they are roses bloom.]
"Today the first day of October, 274simo day of the Gregorian calendar. I do not know why but in October makes me a little 'of melancholy perhaps because I find the most autumnal of every month! Although I must say that the colors of autumn beckon me. It is so picturesque! Perhaps even more than the spring. "
"October is sad. Too many occasions past and present come together in strange twists at times, pressing a little 'feel hurt. There I was thinking today, scroll through profiles of people more or less important."
"In sixteen days your birthday. I remember how Last year at this time we were holding my arrival in Parma. I love how the first day. No chin, much much much more. I miss you .. "
" October torture me. Cradle me in her sweet embrace. It makes me a victim of a pleasant drowsiness. Spoils me and makes me hurt. October, strange six months? "
" in October and you. "
" I miss you. "
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