On the desk of my adolescence, the same desk I saw the star of strenuous and improbable translation from the greek, it is currently positioned as a changing table surrounded by colorful antiarrosamento creams, solutions for the pediatric nose, scissors, and some termometrino pile of diapers, and right next to my beloved coffee machine rossofiammante espresso stands a bottle sterilizer that, although a pure white color, and manages to steal the scene to embarrass the first for the extravagant size and rounded, each morning, as an annex to the regular garbage bag, now there is always a blue and fragrant (I mean at the time of 'purchase of course) Lemon containing five to ten diapers used.
As I reflect on the Copernican revolution of my everyday life I hear a series of remixes of "All the love I" leaving surprising, a little later, the high volume of cases, I must have lifted automatically, knowing that my family at this time is out home. When will older Samu love dance music like her dad, I know. As the father has loved her for years past and now, from time to time, still listens to making a wink.
I give you this remix, baby. The best of those I have heard. I'll dedicate with all the love that I .
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