Street, for once I want to try, and I also want us to commit. Mantra: "I will cross in two speeches that are quite serious, and put two speeches on the cross to be quite serious, and put two speeches on the cross to be ab ..." Even if only someone (chosen few) has crossed the threshold of Del Pasqua door (with a plate porcelain with a tabby cat chased), he can understand why it is so difficult for me to be credible.
"Yes Lucy is a little k itsch, but inside there is ugly"
"But .. what have you done?"
"The top floor is" (I know).
"Colorful, there is a 10"
It always ends like this:
"Can I come to your house?"
fact is more than a year I opened my house and every day that passes ... I kiss (the problem only to understand where and / or where to start).
As soon as I got the Canon I decided that she was to be the first woman, the first subject to be photographed.
Then, my mind has enjoyed one of his many tricks to do: it is imagined that the shadows had hair, the legs of the chairs in red, green and black legs, head and the picture of Marilyn shoes ... those are already there, with lots of rhinestones!
In reality, very few people have been here, only the important ones, or enough. Just because she is something that I'm proud, and it would be stupid sciorinare a treasure to all of you are jealous.
the morning: I open my eyes and I see a flurry of red hearts, purple and fuchsia on one side and a row godchildren of high-high (shoes) on the other
The evening shower with her lover of the President as a bodyguard, rocked in fuchsia more heated
Night: Reading in a red sofa with lots of soap bubbles form of ice cream before watching you just waiting to become the kitchen / living area and a Car Wash with soap bubbles, and TV perched on a yellow sun mobilone adjustable toward me or versoil white garden table but I keep at home.
I have a memory of everyone who was here: a ticket, a plate, a pen, a magnet and also the reminder for those who know they are a great forgetful.
the I remember when I was in and everything was just a big, big scaffolding. When one evening I was sitting on the boxes and it was snowing outside (but I had the Zanotti).
the I remember when I was in and everything was exactly as it is now, the wonderful world of Lucy. A when I was sitting on the floor, on the carpet to write (with socks and rubber bullets below) and it was raining outside.
words now.
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