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A kiss, my friend ...

Are 2.46, almost three, but I do not care.
I need to write to remember and not forget a friend who is no longer

think that it's been years since the last time we felt, since I did laugh at his stupid and contagious its fun.
but this was a distant friend who knew how to light a piece of my life with a beautiful friendship, though not very deep compared to others.
's sad not to have pictures of him, but only a very vivid memory in my mind of days spent in the company of my first group of friends, on the mountains of Piedmont.


are a few lines only to remember a friend who lives sadly has taken away, and I only learned now
A kiss and a hug from your little Lirisea, which too often takes around making me smile. Hello

M.

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Mad & Happy, and a principle of fever


Aw, now I'm happy and mad at the same time

Felicefelicefelice

And of course, why not write X ° D nasty business of mine, poor muahauahuaa journal

This morning I went to school with my new style Steampunk "drug now that will accompany me until the end of my days I
Truzzi frightened and surprised that the ladies of way, while my teammates found me pussy help

X ° D

Argh, I feel my voice that slowly descends and leaves X ° D I'm putting really bad ....
However, today the streets of Turin was so X ° D without a hat and trailing behind ...
..... but still pussy-ù ù

Stampunk I love him and I think we will invent a cartoon back if I can draw the characters ^ ^ good one is ready:

Layka is , a young librarian and crazy, a little 'huts like myself.
She loves reading and writing and dreams of publishing some of his works ranging from adventure to simple classification of species [fauna and flora]
Underneath was a free spirit and indomitable, able to resolve the situation just a rifle or a gun XDD




"The real strength lies in the books. Knowledge is important "- Layka Lamperow

With version" travel "X ° DDD also done with clothes in this house

gnaaa ... Then, I managed to finish the storyboard to the final table [at least that for Spadavecchia] well I have to fix tomorrow in a moment of calm

cursed wind that hit me this morning and now my throat I look like a tranvione =.=

uw .... what about .... I have already said to be happy? * W * are .... happy, so happy for you cazzoh
a new event that overlooks my simple life.

Let's go on hoping for a more glorious way, the sound of the ticking clock that marks time

Liris

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-Time of Dying-


A ficciole of many of FMA that I wrote at the time
I love it, both for the song which is tied both to the plot itself
And now streaking away with sadness in my heart for having written certain things ç_ç

Title: Time of Dying
Category: FullMetal Alchemist
Author: Liris
Desclaimers: All characters above are not owned by me but by Hiromu Arakawa and the story is not for profit
Genre: sad, tragic, Song-fic [song: Time of Dying - Three Days Grace]
Raiting: Yellow

-Time of Dying-

Some things you should never forget.
Especially when you are a brave soldier and a thousand awards a man who knew how to drive up to now a platoon of brave soldiers and we have not only gained victory on the battlefield.
But on the whole war.

should remember, especially if you know how these things go.
What a field torn by fighting, many times it has seemed almost to approach to shake the hand of the Black Lady, the first to wake up and realize that you did not fall.

Yeah .... ... We should remember


Never be complacent.

On the ground I lay Motionless in pain

I can see my life flashing before my eyes Did I fall asleep
? Is this all a dream

Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

immense pain and terrible pain.
I was an idiot, and I take full responsibility.
I lie on this cursed land stained with the blood of a thousand soldiers from both factions, the more my own, I know that is coming out with a stream lasciatomi put the bullet hole. A moment
left uncovered, to take part, at least with a smile, to the cries of victory from my platoon.
should write in my report: General Mustang, great strategist in the field, driving in cold blood in the head-patriotic soldiers against enemy troops, and six more medals. ...

... .. injured in a moment of joy, like a real idiot.

I would say that would make a great impression that last sentence, just perfect.
I think I will ask leaders to make him this, if they do not know how to finish the guide.
I was damn idiot, and I know that I'll say it again forever.

But you're not here.

is interesting to consider how small, while around me my men tried to trace the doctor, and I dwell on your reaction to the news of my complete stupidity.
Perhaps the time has come to the scenes flash on my whole life, since I was a kid sbrodolante, now.
scene when I was little I used more, than now ..
So it's true that when you are at the brink of death, apart from the mental home movie, in my case with a lot of comment background, earthly existence.

I find it useless as a thing ... I know what I experienced when I wore diapers, and especially how.
The only thing that interests me is to review the past moments with you, if indeed this is the end.

I wish I could open my eyes and wake up
see with my own eyes the faces of those who is close to me and try to put me on the stretcher, while my body screams his outrage for all the pain that goes through it, instead of the darkness that surrounds me.
And the face of those who love me that makes me smile and relive sad and joyful moments of my busy life.

I will not die (I will not die) I will survive

No I will not die again, and
Look at me! I'm trying all out to survive.
I want recognition, cantankerous little bean!
Roy Mustang, a man who knew how to keep your mind on the ground until the end.

Well, not quite down to earth, but ... I'm still alive!
I feel the pain that continues to set up my poor body.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In My Time of Dying

I feel terribly alive, when you're beside me.
is absolutely true ....
Your face, your smell, your endless pride for the height.
I wonder now, because I have nothing else to do but stand still while I carry on, if on a mission when you went away from me really.
I felt like your neighborhood when you were not there, although I suffered terribly for your absence.

I know, I see even now, in one of those damn flash on my life, as you find it embarrassing to all my open expressions of affection.

And I love when the slight redness takes your cheeks. ... and I'm afraid of not being able to see him again.
I told myself that survive, until I see your smile again grazed the eye.
I feel the bullet that has never left my stomach giving me pain.
Blood is buffered, but I do know that if they do not ever die bleeding.

That rosy outlook for the great Roy Mustang.

On this bed I lay Losing everything

I can see my life passing me by Was it all too much


Or just not enough Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I must essermi perso qualcosa…

….come diamine ci sono arrivato in ospedale così presto?

È probabile che ho perso conoscenza per qualche ora, il tempo per sistemarmi sul primo carro e portarmi dritto, dritto dal dottore di questo posto.
Di sicuro non siamo a Central.
Dista troppo da qui, e non avrebbero fatto in tempo a darmi una speranza di vita.

Vita….certo…le bende son strette abbastanza intorno al mio corpo, ma perché allora la maledettissima sensazione di morte che aleggia su di me continua a persistere.

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

Mustang, andiamo..
Hai un buco nello stomaco, e non è una metafora per dire che hai fame
Di sicuro ti hanno ricucito, ma andiamo….manca poco per crepare

Certo che la mia mente è un tripudio di ottimismo…
Sono naturalmente ironico, anche se ormai di ironia ci vuole ben poco.

Edward sbrigati….
Muoviti a venire da me.
Ti hanno avvertito vero? Perché ti devono aver detto che il tuo uomo sta crepando su un letto di un ospedale malconcio, in un qualche paesino sperduto per le campagne.

Prego perché tu venga a salvarmi da questo incubo che sto vivendo.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

Ed…ti sto aspettando.
Non posso ancora morire, Numi del cielo!

I feel alive, when you're beside me

Mame-chan, potrei vivere altri cent’anni, se tu sei vicino a me.
Muoviti…non credo che la Nera Signora avrà compassione per un peccatore come me.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

Sto attendendo il tuo arrivo, FullMetal, quindi alza quel culo and come to me.
Please ... .. I need your face, before I finally

In My Time of Dying

Take it as his last wish, Edward
... The last moment of a dying man, in time of his last hours.

My God ....
I'm dying. Edward
I'm dying!

is my last now, and looking for you!

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you In my time of dying

I think I'm crying ...
No ... it's not just my imagination. I really feel a trail
rigarmi wet cheek, as my eyes re-open this room up a little now empty.

They have come all, Edward .... The only one missing you.
You had to see how I looked now without a hope to pass on their faces.
followed me here, hell that was the war, while you're able to save.

time, in a way it stops when you're near the end, you know? I thought
days had passed since I had brought in that bed. In fact
I'm not even two hours that I am lying here .. in slow agony.
Oh, maybe they do not know for sure, but I do

Edward I's last moments ...
do not think I had more to fear now, in my life.
not death, certainly not.
Or maybe even a little of her, .... In short, they are still human! It is foolish to not fear it.

But most of all I'm afraid I can not see your smile and honey poured in your eyes. I close my

.
I believe I can no longer keep them open ... I'm too tired.

I'd like to see the faces of the doctors when notice the blood running from the bandages, or the absence of my soul.
Idiots them to think of saving me so easily.

never let our guard down, eh?

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me

is a dream right?
But my eyes are open, I'm sure.
are still attached to my hopelessly useless life, and I see you ..

Yes .... This is really you.

I think I tried to move his lips and pronounce your name, and my eyes are chained to your
But not from my mouth no sound came out.

does not matter ... you understand perfectly well that I'm calling you.

I'm leaving Edward
... And what do you do? Smile and cry? Moody
lips, I really could by a miracle, and sharpen the eye.
Do not look, Mame-chan ... do not want to see your tears, damn it.

sigh with fatigue, and everything seems to be still.
You approach me with a slow pace, then by sitting at my bedside, and you take away those annoying and salty drops from her face, showing me one of those rare smiles that showed just me.

This is my Edward.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

-You're late ... as always, is really my voice? It sounds so muffled and difficult to distinguish, so is low.
Where I found the strength to speak only knows my heart, I think.
huffed that by slapping face, looking at me with affection mixed with pain.
-I arrived, no? - Simmers in a childlike way, hiding his face a few seconds.

My breath makes you raise, while our eyes meet again.
-Si .... Thanks ..- Ed

is the last I do not think being able to exert more.

What do you expect from someone who is desperately clinging to life so far?

I close my eyes, and feel your lips reached mine, mingling with the touch of a trail of salty tears of both.

I waited for you, Mame-chan.

I wanted to see.

Now I can finally go, and let go on that thread now non-existent and the only warning you that your words are a "I love you, stupid"


I also


I too, Edward.

In My Time of Dying

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We live with this disease.
Mum said it was the only thing that kept us together
I thought that one day we would divide
But I was wrong
We are different, but you are wrong about everything I know about us
We live next door to your
work in your supermarket
play with your children

always looking for a place to live
But we need blood, and there is a lot

preferably not frozen

-Hi. We are the Thompson-

Today are film-ù ù
I just finished watching The Hamiltons thinking it was the usual splatter horror of hell, no sense But a sense
filthy slut had
OO ..... The finish is, you left standing there XD
aside that I have choked with the tea as soon as I saw one of the little women of the family have it with another little woman + w + uhuhuh, behind my gloated

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The beginning was a bit 'slow and tormented, but I must say that the plot itself was really well designed
It was not so much "raw" and horror-ù ù then we can say a good movie with controfiocchi

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Gnaw, after spending a pleasant day in the company of pizzas, vocaloid, Random Photos in a bathroom and flatbread nutella end my vein Art is definitely back in my head to tease

Giving me a big hassle-ù ù

Madame Ispiration decided to play some 'flute that he holds in his pocket last ù-ù ;
New staff to design, while the tasks I claim, as well as the papers left XD
to themselves "My Life with Twins" is the beginning of a long series I think (hopefully) small vignettes in which I interact with my loved ones pg

The Twin precisely are the first in the list , being my favorite small pests
I already knocked down an idea and I hope to achieve within these few days before returning to school X3

For the rest, I continue to nibble the pudding and to listen to Vocaloid, senile

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Finding old memories paper

time ago began to jot down lines of nonsense, since drifting and music
do not know exactly how I put this little thing in my many fantasy worlds, but leave it abandoned in the PC would be bad, then I put a little 'around
The title is a song, precisely because it is a "proof" of something that has no memory, even the title is something undefined

-Shamandalie-

white foam breaking on the gray hull the ship. Natural and artificial

seemed to coexist in a wonderful balance, as the sun disappeared and reappeared behind thick clouds, almost like a game.
sea breeze was blowing on the bridge, raising shawls, making the children laugh and smile mothers.
Scent of salt rising from the white foam, with harmony and cross without interference from the big boat, bound for a warm and wonderful goal, such as Greece.
the screeching of seagulls echoed over the heads of passengers, many seated on benches scattered along the route of the bridge, others stood talking quietly.

Only one, resting on the white iron railings, brushed freshness.
eyes turned to the sea, lively and fresh color
delicate hands, abandoned and affected by the sea breeze, while the forearms rested on the railing and solid fredda.La same breeze blew on a pale oval face and look good. A
candor almost magical, slightly shaded by the wide straw hat, which rested on the head.
The same cap was taken away by a crowd louder, ending up hopelessly in the water, while a slight pout on the lips of the young woman stood out from her face now perfectly light.

soft skin, kissed by the sun appears and disappears playful, and rebellious hair cut short, which are the envy at the same star during the day.
eyes, however, are those that even the moon would bow before them.

Indefinite
Deep
Expressive

Simply magnificent.


What brings a creature so innocent and pretty far from his world? A
looking for? A visit? A mission?
The irises that gray indefinite settle on the horizon, squinting for what comes now.
The sunset is coming and with it came the stars and the moon queen, yet hidden from the sky colored in warm tones
But there comes, inexorable

is a natural cycle of day and night

and Wonderful special, which leaves the young man on the bridge, waiting, while the other passengers after a brief and fleeting glance, fall their cabins

And there they stay, while the evening falls and the sun disappears.
While the clouds are gathering over the sea the perfect
While the stars populate the sky and a trail, more light passes through the black sky, followed by the bewildered eyes of the young.

While the wind is raging and the sea swells, by rejecting hatred on the ship now at the mercy of the same foam that just hours before the lapped with love.

And everything is engulfed by a single, powerful movement
leaving only a cry, a name, resonate in the storm

Before it's silence.

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lost somewhere between reality and fantasy .. ..


continue to fill this journal for many useless words, but that is a nice distraction for me ^ ^ Here
the fog has completely overwhelmed, and I wonder when the characters make their appearance in Silent Hill X ° D

I do not care to see them, it is clear ù-ù

He gave me a bit 'inspired by the fog.
bad that could be interesting to make a picture in the fog in cosplay, but since it is getting dark and I do not want my Stirin me coming, I'm in the warmth of the house X ° D

will for another day go-ù ù

I am a bit 'tired but otherwise the school is going well.
Today I stumped a bit 'OO' and he laughed Erica scared at the same time X ° D poor woman who supports me.
I want to change the damn color of my hair = w = * * rushes to a solid black to me! ç_ç

I'll have to wait a while 'I

* sigh * Oh let's go ahead to shoot shit beneficial as the inspiration strikes me in the ear and slide down to the hand that holding the pencil.

And so on ...

Liris

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Ugh, today I am finally putting behind to draw the first card of the staff that I intended to design
shame that more and more I look at me I hear schifide ruined from the first draft and sketches on the block = .=

I do not want to go to bed XD even if tomorrow I wake up at 5:30 waiting for the dear @.
@ I have a little 'jumpy mood I think mainly because of inflammation in this damn wisdom tooth, and write here makes me feel better to spend time and ù-ù

I think I will write also on DeviantArt ù ù-time to upgrade a bit 'that profile

They are particularly pleased, because I'm starting to juggle with sugar, milk, flour, yeast and all good things that you need to make sweets
X3 I love doing cakes + w +
Especially use the whip to mix all O_O that is, it was love at first round in the mess that ultimately became good cake wonderfully

Tomorrow I have to bring a little 'to Vasco, as well eats and does not break ù ù-poor joy XD

Today I thought about something in particular, but I think my travels are mental-ù ù I live mental journeys XD Yay I
desire to draw but at the same time no
As I like writing but as above, on the other hand I do not

are making bad enough

Should I bend him ...

As already mentioned, however, I find the time and the desire ù-ù today I was taken to many other cose, e mi sono divertita a "punzecchiare" un amabile donna di mia conoscenza

Voglio la voglia di fare =w= X°D

Va beh, si sopravvive anche con una copertina con le scimmie disegnate sopra e una buona tazza di the inglese ù-ù

E una fettina di torta morbidosa

Liris

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Da un po' di settimane mi è balenata quest'idea che sto lentamente portando avanti con schizzi e pensieri
Sinceramente non so da dove è potuta uscir fuori una cosa del genere.....anche se dei dubbi su un momento di cazzeggio sketches on the block, a melancholy song on youtube making repetition and just read a fic can be major causes.

really know about love?

has several thousand fragments, small sbiragli our soul and can take different forms depending on the person
explain it, coming back from a short pilgrimage to the world of men, is a goddess to her little maids

History is short and unpretentious, although I fear that they idealize a man can become a little more complex and long (I hope not = w = even though I love puzzling) and finally 10 is accompanied by cards that represent 10
loves different cards are only sketched, then I can not put in this post, but ...
... meanwhile, I would say that I can start here at this hour (2:00 am) my personal project:

-I found Love-


Notes of a simple melody run through the trees, witnesses of the existence from the beginning.
Flute muffled sound of infinity, that passes without touching fear that surrounds the two minute figures at the foot of a silver bow.
One hears while in the other their solitary line, waiting for the return of her below.


with a step, light, almost ethereal, and the rustling of clothes contrasts with the presence of those melodious notes scattered in the whirlwind of a timid breeze.


eyes girls are raised to observe the ethereal presence that slowly makes its way among the flowers of the garden forever

Garden Celeste, just for them, just for her.
A prison made of beautiful wonders of creation. Balance
that his eyes seem blind to attract the slightest


The two girls get up, interrupting the a slight blow in the instrument held between his small fingers.
-you session, Milady, you're back! - starts the other, grabbing a piece with great delicacy of the white robe of the young man who stopped his steps.
-Have you seen the wonders, milady? Tell the world! - Please ask and then the other, taking the flute in one hand and grasping the other with a ribbon hanging from the walls of his patron. This

the notes without really seeing them, and smiles in her pale sweetness.
quietly supports the pale hands and long fingers on the head of the maids girls in an embrace of affection.


silent, and silence in the Garden continues even while away can be heard, though slight, the constant scrociare Falls emerald.


resumes to advance the Goddess by white eyes, sitting on a bench covered with its snow-white marble beneath the silver bow.
-Did you see hope? - Includes one, clinging more to the role of the girl-you have touched
eternal sadness? - The other prices rise, resting on bare legs in short tunic flute forgotten
When she finally opens lips, again, life seems to flow back into the Garden Celeste


-love- I tried blowing in a slight whisper, his hands on his legs simply closed


The two girls leans over to look at the 'one in the eye excited the other, found the same sentiment that illuminates your own.
Back then watching them lady, holding the little souls.
-tasted good? - Question one o'clock
-He had a nice heat? - The other prices rise, leaving both then wrap the aura of calm and silent goddess.


-L 'Love is something intangible- began the girl with the blind eyes, leaning forward a little finger of his right hand, drawing the air of that place small trails of light.


takes shape, slowly twisting in a dance, pleasing to the eye, and gave life to the words of the goddess.

"I have seen love to play notes that even we can control the lines of light- overlapped, making two distinct figures, but still of little-defined vision Changing from man to man, from woman to woman .... l 'love game to take different sides, creating the illusion of hope and giving

The maids girls watched in silence the wonder of the story, guided by the vote of their ethereal lady, along with his eyes the figures that she created

-L 'love knows to be different and the same for everyone who seeks it.

I saw the love cryptic, running and play without ever being caught

I touched the true love of two hearts chase

I love hearing the laughter of the innocent child

I touched the love of sin, where the law of nature slides and lowers his head

I peeked passionate love that slips between silk covers

I closed my eyes to the love interest, because I just love it, but it still exists-



Girls narrowed their eyes, looking dim for a moment the flickering light of those lines, which took the shape of each kind of love that their patron listed in a sweet and bitter

then returns to shine, playing tag and doing the smile that never riaffiovare it was really hazy on the faces of the maids



-I played with brotherly love, chasing the smiles of those who feel affection

I have heard the universal love, those silent, like the world we we have won I jumped

false love, because words are too many and too few actions .- stopped again, enclosing the small line between his fingers dance, that last one was left and seemed to go out in his hand. The

opened slowly, lowering the boom so that girls could lean out and see the last performance that the white light was showing them


-I finally smile eternal love, embracing what can not be forgotten ....- blew squinting, leaving the last end and went out on its white light fingertips


The two girls got up and took her hand, looked into my eyes and then turned to their goddess-
Milady, may be the only way to love? - the one, approaching but still taking the hand of the sister
-ends in a finite number of possibilities? - asked the other

The goddess smiled, spreading his arms slightly, leaving that her maids would cling to her and enjoy her light-
No small mine, love notes played on thin and infinite, in a world which has a thousand facets. Man can not be contained in a few numbers. Look at the world and see for yourself. You will find a thousand and one love that slide within the ranks of those that I have found- blew

The two girls laughed and broke away from their happy goddess, running with bare feet and light up that mantle of green lawn.
ran to the foot of a cherry, and sdraiatesi them on the banks of a lake property waited.
The goddess approached them with a finger and touched the water surface crystalline, which took piccoloi to form concentric circles.



peered along with their lady the world of men, looking for other pieces to enclose in their collection of life.

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Moments sclero between a cup of tea and a series of sneezes



"What have you got for your birthday?"
My mother has kindly donated the seeds del'influenza = w =


start this time resumption of the Journal with the sclero evening, while the background remains "I'm Still Here" that I personally love.
We just entered in 2011 and I have promptly caught the flu beginning of the year, just to baptize ù ù-but maybe that means I will bring luck for the rest of my life? XD
Spending time with a good cup of tea, (strictly lemon and ginger) steaming at my side telling me "bevimi bevimi" even if they are of the view that burns my throat and sneezing would make me even more = .=

I absolutely want to write

It's not that I should not, mostly inspired by my dear (to which I gave a face and a human features, as I merrily flutters on the head) decides to take me to the shores too complicated.
Madame Ispiration does not have readily understood that I have two other stories to pursue and perhaps finally to conclude, before starting other

But the slight sneer on my head makes me understand that it is not the same idea
= w = No, I'm not crazy, they are simply suffering from Alzheimer's "nonsochecacchiofare" and I enjoy spending time filling my poor journal of crap-ù ù

and I am succeeding very well

As the tasks are well
I worked as a cartoonist also a good new year (and that makes me get a view of Ruotolo, when he said "Christmas? New Year's Eve? What are names queer? ") and even today I have been busy on another table A3 Piras

The crazy little man ... The little man
absurdly insane ...
The man who worked at Disney ...
ago, so I predict that those who go to Disney comes out of his head

* Reminder * Do not go to work for Disney after hospitalization

Then a long around with my parents took me to the conclusion that people do not have a damn thing to do from morning to night, and then pour all nell'Auchan oo
And especially to strangers because I took a liking to me and talked about their problems? O_O


The best thing about today? a conversation between my mother, a friend and I on his imaginary friends:

Mom: * * is talking with a friend, even my daughter had a child, her imaginary friend ...
Me: I really have them even now, my room was invaded ù-ù
Mom: OO .... not the crap-ù ù
Me: No really! It hit, make the casino, overturning the cushions ù-ù a slaughterhouse
Mom: oo ... Amica
: Owo'''

my characters known to be noisy ù ù Lilith-good attempt to get rid of the bad that pulls the cheeks
ù-ù * if I have a lot of patience cares when writing * X3

* mobile vibrates and Liris rotolavia
* The Doby always knows me die X ° D fic I'm talking about, and she sends his greetings to mention my sadistic side and "Reaper" , X ° D

Praise to the Doby-ù ù

23 .... honestly did not think I really get there, and unfortunately I hear them all (well, my back is affected mainly = _ =)
My head is now old and decrepit for years but these are quisquiglie ù-ù
many regrets, so many projects ....
Well, I digress as usual, but it goes on as best you can

And now I would say that my streak of writing is dissolving as an appetizer that falls into a ravine (oo)
For now I close here, and We only I can do something more than empty words to fill my poor journal

See you
Liris