I want to write all: who we once were, who we are now, who we will be; isn't it wonderful, every moment creates an illusion of hope that someday, somewhere, all this will come together in a book, in a song, in a film, in a ray of sunlight that will bathe us with happiness. What are sunshines for, anyway? We live and die everyday.
Ciao!
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Ciao!
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