to wish you a good weekend I plan to auto-publishing of this post, while estimating that I will read it in the garden - weather permitting - to sing and cut, burn and laugh, clean and talk to the stones that have taken the trouble - without warning me - to get some dry-stone wall, leaving a gaping mouth dirty as a gift of land, close by. During my cats make me curious and will turn around every now and will be a mew to take a bit of pampering.
Mimi will do anything to jump on his back because he has not understood yet that is not a scarf. Ciccio pie I will look at question, wondering why my breath although not always know of cheese looks like a rat. The cat of three colors are put aside and I sternutirà on Zappino to lubricate it. Lattemacchiato jump and roll to show me that there is still some circus acrobats of the country and the old white and gray cat, - inherited - the phlegmatic by the hard work because it tried to be the father of all the kittens, it's up to a distance of safety, timing how long will the moment when it will pay back the jelly in the bowl to replenish its fleet of sperm.
And so, as you will be here on this exact line reading, I will tell my cats intent on the true story of an ice cream anchovies, so tasty that they have turned the cart of a fishmonger in a fabulous Saturday. An ice cream specially designed to reward those who, like them, is capable of holding company but also be discreet, making people smile and crouched in front of heavy taxes, and merged with pirouettes, sighing and in contact with a coat of velvet, soft as the thought of all my I remember pointing at them ...
Why I can not help but think of how dark it would be the entry threshold of my house without the light shining eyes of these little ones waiting.
nice weekend
In photos: Mimi Mimi alone and in July '10, with three children.
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