God, it's raining so much that a year and never come back here for half an hour are ruffled in a waiting room of a tram that is not.
This post will be the last, or at least it will for the time it will take. And the reason is the concern that I took in recent months and that, now more than ever, prevents me from being Mild. When I started writing in this space, be mild helped me a lot, I'll never be able to beach to non c 'is the past, but the light was a miracle cure for the weight that I carried in my heart. But now there are other things that I face and I can not be truly Mild. Perhaps it is no good reason to stop writing, but it certainly is a good reason to stop writing here, because these virtual pages have meaning for me and I feel almost as profane still the same. There are an infinite space and infinite time. At the moment for me this is not the time to write here. Thanks to all those who have read my ravings, baciotti to all of you ... but not so much because I greet you, in your blog, I will continue to stroll the same:)
They say there is a time to sow and a longer wait to tell you that there was a time I dreamed that dream you had.
