Although, as can be seen from the picture, in this period is a remarkable ugliness and I speak not only of the nest of birds that I find myself in the head (or rather, who recalls Debra Winger in Forget Paris when the pigeon flies in her hair with the adhesive paper? nights ago I rolled with laughter ...) dressing room now has learned to wink and to the eye from red mullet when I see it, a sign of his boundless love for me, the beauty of babies and of young children is this their absolute devotion to love while being in front of losers, ugly and frustrated. It is not my case, because, despite being so pissed off with my boss, it is undeniable that having two treasures of children makes me feel lucky, beautiful and certainly met. The cosmic pessimism that pervaded some of my winter days has given way to a newfound confidence in the future accomplice this air warm and fragrant that frames the Easter ... your heart tells me this today ... and I eat just pleasure to the next low blow.
I wish you all a Happy Easter even though the time would make you turn the ball when you were much further north and the twist and chocolate eggs did howl of pain on our poor liver ... it says that cchiù black ... night of little nun veni ...
HAPPY EASTER From all of us
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