Cittiglio’s Waterfalls

I know it is too long that I do not write, way too long. Two months in Italy to recharge the batteries. Two months of holidays, food, friends, relatives, love, sighs, laughter, sports, sea, faces, talks and even a few teardrops. Two months of places visited. Many things have happened to me: intense, unexpected and in the middle of a pile of shit (excuse me for the French), I felt extremely alive, happy and loved. It is true that life is not programmed, there are no Excel files with times and dates, events, phrases, people to put in a column. Life is more like a moving ocean, a giant blender, a summer storm. And this year I decided to close

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