Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
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Saturday, 21 September 2013
Non ci sono gatti in America
E' bello sognare... ma si rischia uno spiacevole risveglio.
Molto meglio essere pragmatici.
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