scooter When I walk in, if I do the usual way, indicate the path that I do, the crossings, junctions, at least the major ones. I see a couple of directions that will take and then I go into automatic. The other day I left I was lost in thought, I had to do a few errands in the center, go to the office and then go to the colourist to pick up the paint. I was going in a definite direction, little traffic, the sun low in certain curves that forces you to squint. Minding my own business, and I think that very often I do not orient with traffic signals, but with a detail that I find on the street, a silly detail, like, after the house with broken blinds, turn immediately right, continuing or c ' is a store with the orange sign and turn left. Needless to say, the combined Persian is repaired or replaced the sign for me to lose the cross.
As I followed all these details, I realize that I have come and how lucky I find a place in front of the green door with polished brass handles. I take off my helmet, I realize to be the ZioGi doorstep.
As I followed all these details, I realize that I have come and how lucky I find a place in front of the green door with polished brass handles. I take off my helmet, I realize to be the ZioGi doorstep.
At this point one would think: well, so much that you do not see the ZioGi, and perhaps an unconscious desire to talk to him. Now that you're here tantovale you visiting.
considerable detail, is the fact that the ZioGi been dead for a couple of years and in that house there is not any more. I look up at the balcony of the kitchen, where my cousin with the targeted car step with the spitting. Instead of white geraniums are large rectangular planters with LingueDiSuocera. The usual dairy
doorstep, but it's still there, the one where the latch ZioGi read the Sunday paper and we bought it with lemon steccalecca stick of licorice. I take this opportunity to have a coffee, I note that the management has changed and they took the old ice-cream fridge that was beside the window. Riacchiappo the scooter and returns to my destination, which is across town.
But before I looked very carefully in the mirror of the scooter and I said:
Sure ... you're not so normal, and then instead of you should take a coffee Lolly.
considerable detail, is the fact that the ZioGi been dead for a couple of years and in that house there is not any more. I look up at the balcony of the kitchen, where my cousin with the targeted car step with the spitting. Instead of white geraniums are large rectangular planters with LingueDiSuocera. The usual dairy
doorstep, but it's still there, the one where the latch ZioGi read the Sunday paper and we bought it with lemon steccalecca stick of licorice. I take this opportunity to have a coffee, I note that the management has changed and they took the old ice-cream fridge that was beside the window. Riacchiappo the scooter and returns to my destination, which is across town.
But before I looked very carefully in the mirror of the scooter and I said:
Sure ... you're not so normal, and then instead of you should take a coffee Lolly.
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