Highway ....
reordered the way of words, rebalanced, arranged ....
drive always relaxes me, helps me to think, to understand better ...
Guido e. .. Experience the love for my daughters, accepting its opposite ......
think back to the stories of my grandfather, his low voice full of love, who welcomed me tenderly on the front door, his pen in the pocket, the jingle of his keys in the background, old time music box went smoothly yet .......
I see the picture of Klimt in my green room, the butterflies that fly on the wall, the irony of fate that guides me in paths rough but also very intriguing ...
Guido ancora.senza half on the highway .. ..
and again the miracle does ....
words are back in their place and my eyes even more clear.
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