March 2009
4 posts
Eddi ignored that. “Why didn’t you say something this morning? We could have had it at breakfast.”
He looked embarrassed. “Yes, well, that was my treat, you see. And I don’t know how to make coffee.”
“You can make pancakes, and not coffee?”
“Pancakes, my inquisitive flower, are a profoundly primitive and practically universal item, in one form or another.”
“So’s coffee,” said Carla.
“Not,” the phouka said disdainfully, “where I come from.”
Inevitabilmente trattenuti dal mondo. Torneremo quando ci vedrai.
Softly we tremble tonight
lost in a simple game cat and mouse.
February 2009
1 post
-gh
le mie chiavi occupano il 90% dello spazio sulla scrivania
[-17 a parigi]
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“it’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar
to show for happiness.
We Learn so Little from Peace.”