Piove anche a Carpi.
La mia prima sera, due sere fa, da " carpigiana accolta " é stata segnata dall'odore fog and mist rising from the floor in the country.
My Love stands the smell of fog. I
the snow.
The Alps are far apart.
the heart is full, full and close to.
There is a new job.
There is a messy house.
There is the beauty of waking up next to each other. There
amazement to realize that really is fantastic.
sooner or later get the stories of the last passing through customs, and my emotion, turning back for a moment and say Hello really Switzerland.
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