The workshop is out of reach, like all the rest: here in the wilderness does not exist that the grocer is in the house. Fortunately, is close to popular
blades and razors, and are held at 8.00 gala asleep in front of a mechanic to whom the keys to the zafirona. And birth, despite the calf just left a hard night of clay poultices, and an evening on the rocks. He even freschino: only a small degree, but the sun warms the soul.
coach, felt the pain in the foot, suggested that I run in the grass, and I'll do everything possible to be a disciplined student: each crossroad I try to take the dirt road, I lost me between the rows, I bogged down in the puddles , dribble the look of the little dogs growling but not surprised that the pruners, circumnavigated the schools
good and the bad of
, wineries and those
mass niche, and eventually return. Too bad that, not to fail in my duties, 12K theorists are now 16, but I did my homework very happy.
With the sun, going out early in the morning is a dream. I almost could take forward with the tasks of the summer ...
Twenty years ago the sagacious lab assistant gave me the subversive : silent but poignant, poor team spirit, perpetual dreamer. We are apt in full. 
