Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
It was about time ...
The Spring that's about to finish has been, to my memory (as well as to the official recorders'), the most windy, rainy and cold ever lived. In previous years beginning of June had already given us the thrill of the first drops of sweat running down our neck after a short run to catch a train or the underground. This evening in my hometown north winds are still sweeping the roofs and carrying a good sleep to the people. There's still some time before getting completely undressed and refreshing with a cold shower before laying to bed.
Yet the weather is slowly changing. The lavender bush that grows down in my courtyard is ready to blossom. It's a matter of days ...
Monday, June 3, 2013
Festa della Repubblica - I
June 2 1946 - June 2 2013: same day, same places, same words, same faces.
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