... a me la neve piaceva.
La sensazione post-atomica dei primi passi sul vialetto imbiancato.
Il grigio luminoso del cielo, nudo under a blanket, with one of the women I loved listening to Tom Waits (Small Change).
The smells, the moods, the colors do not.
Draw lines on skis, boots ultratecnici squeeze feet inside.
The bitter hot chocolate at the refuge.
The idea was going to get a Christmas, I liked it.
think if the two were expected birth.
Mah ..
Uh if I liked it ... However
.
Il grigio luminoso del cielo, nudo under a blanket, with one of the women I loved listening to Tom Waits (Small Change).
The smells, the moods, the colors do not.
Draw lines on skis, boots ultratecnici squeeze feet inside.
The bitter hot chocolate at the refuge.
The idea was going to get a Christmas, I liked it.
think if the two were expected birth.
Mah ..
Uh if I liked it ... However
.
