Here I am. A new year brings large. How not to honor, after all, the generous banquet in recent days. Good company and fine wines, Aglianico, Chianti and all.
And then the morning of January 1.
I love that surreal silence from "I Am Legend" in the streets, the calm air and the temperature for some mysterious combination meteoastrale and circular rooms of five or six degrees each year in the morning. At least here by me so if I had a dog and in all likelihood I would have gone around to explore the city or even to hunt deer, just to organize a special New Year dinner. But just as I was alone at eight o'clock in the morning I did not felt, I was not trusted. And then I was on the balcony for a few minutes to listen that silence, looking for a bit ', but so quiet and peaceful that after a while you could not help but be filled with thoughts, and in fact I remember thinking that if I still smoked I would certainly lit the first cigarette of' year. Obviously, the next moment I was there to tell me that I was thinking maybe we if I was not completely out but fuck though and it's been a year and a half oh and see if you remember exactly how long you stopped to say that we're still in etc etc . I came home and I made a coffee. After coffee I took a breath (sigh?) \u200b\u200bDeep and I smiled. I looked from the outside and ran away from me to laugh as the similarity in gestures clumsy version of a protagonist of a good action movie. Type "I Am Legend."
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