Under the tops of the mountains, the calm and impenetrable surface of a lake, watching the line of light a day old man who disappears behind the mountains, the sun remains nicchiante between arms outstretched into the sky, the trees in winter.
atmosphere is cold and yet so friendly and sincere, a journey of tears and love and understanding of the show is magnificent perfection.
be able to be everywhere and nowhere.
Rossi bruising of the whip is my destiny that reminds me of my short-handed and laughs attempted escape.
then this will be the new year that will make me a free creature?
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