Everytime I go to Roma I stay in this big house. They are good friends of mine and they share everything. They’re all from Napoli, just like me. When I’m here I feel at home because I can recognize familiar smells. I feel at home anywhere I recognize a familiar smell.
And after a beautiful evening spent watching an old movie in silence with them, with the sound of the heavy rain knocking at the windows, inebriated by exotic flavors and some good wine, I must admit that I am happy. It’s that simple.
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Wow! so sweet! happiness is a simple thing…id est…it s in the simple things…and then u realize that simplicity it s a treasure. i love your will and blog, perhaps because we share many interests! i m studying modern letters too and trying to get in touch with web world! Good luck!
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