The smiles of the children They smile an 'infinite number of times, but Thursday was indescribable. Because their eyes were smiling, and besides I have seen them, I heard them. I came home the evening, I sat on the couch, and I felt rich.
My stories are always focused on these two pests, which often make me angry, but often make me laugh. I do not share many aspects of their lifestyle, and the thought of living so as to grow, it saddens me, but they are just kids, all they are, they want, they say, he is "passed" by their parents, that despite are light years away from my way of living are good people. Do not do reviews, but I watch, live, and I value everything that surrounds me. What I like and what I do not like it.
I know that this road will not be walking for a long time, but now is the road that gives me satisfaction, and that makes me bring out the best I can offer. It's already a lot, and tomorrow we'll see ...
I overflow?
In a sense ... I'm already doing!
Today the clouds separate me from the sun and, almost as if on purpose, even the 'mood is quite unstable. I'm here listening to "Days", Ludovico Einaudi (discovered thanks to a little nugget), and let myself be lulled by these notes as delicate. I find it so beautiful that I wanted to share it with anyone who will discuss, if only for a moment, between these lines.
I'm trying to rearrange the ideas, it is for some days I want to write, but depending on the moment, my thoughts alternated. So I have nothing special to tell, but only feelings that come from me. aspects of my c 
Aratta I perceive and analyze. My essence. I n the first place my jealousy (I think it is the peculiarity of my zodiac sign): Oh yes, I'm jealous. And they are in any kind of relationship. Necessary condition: that the person in question occupies a place in my heart and helps to provide moments of happiness. In some cases I feel stung by their external behavior, and then my mood changes, it darkens. Waiting to bring everything in the right size (Go Pollon, you can do it!).
Then c 'is a sort of return to children' ... a need to be cuddled and to hear a voice "adult" to have a viewpoint that is different from that of a twenty year old, a bit 'less experienced with passion, and a little 'more rational and realistic. In this sense I did well last night, a good chat with my aunt ... she 's the only one left. I should be old enough to not feel the need of some attention, but every now and them makes me relax ... it's like relax.
Finally, it is nothing serious and deep, but I can not help but wonder: how much chocolate I'm eating right now?? Then I should not wonder if the children me up quizzically ... is a sudden outbreak of pimples. Suddenly.
(How I love this weather for snow ... I can breathe the scent of bitter cold that wakes. It makes me want to wear a ski suit, go and get you, take you to the mountains and bombarded with snowballs. .. to 'attaccooooo!)
