E 'for a couple of days in the morning I enjoy a meteorological phenomenon that here in the Brianza is endangered: the fog. As if tat: Milanes nebia the shoeshine boys and Ming inscè a while ...
(translated as you say, sucks Milanese fog, is not it a bit ').
When I drive I'm thinking to the many metaphors of life associated with the fog,
ehh ... I really like the smell of fog and its way of being hushed ... puff
As they slip into the seat listening to my favorite songs I'm enjoying the tail
also refers to the time of return to reality.
Then all of a sudden turn my head and I see a scene applicant: in the 'flower bed next to a guy sets his dog on a leash all bent and intent to make a poo ...
VRUZZ! back to reality, for strength.
(translated as you say, sucks Milanese fog, is not it a bit ').
When I drive I'm thinking to the many metaphors of life associated with the fog,
ehh ... I really like the smell of fog and its way of being hushed ... puff
As they slip into the seat listening to my favorite songs I'm enjoying the tail
also refers to the time of return to reality.
Then all of a sudden turn my head and I see a scene applicant: in the 'flower bed next to a guy sets his dog on a leash all bent and intent to make a poo ...
VRUZZ! back to reality, for strength.
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