Colpa di ieri, giornata inconcludente passata a fare praticamente nulla (ogni tanto succede!). Blame the rain stops for a moment haunt again this weekend. It also guilty of Sunday, the worst day of the week, every time it makes me understand why my ancestors had a headache all the seventh.
For all this, today I have the mental physical spiritual and psychological needs of a book. A book to touch, caress. Smelling the way down. May be small, nothing pretentious. Something that begins and ends in the 24 hours. Something that slides down like a strawberry syrup for the soul.
skim titles in my library, and eventually my eye falls on Ceremony massage by Alan Bennett. A booklet with a cover of a fashion almost pink, with features typical of a book Adelphi: fantastic to touch and scent. I just have to choose whether to get dressed first, or be directly in your pajamas: I know who wins the number two option! Bennett a few years ago I read The Uncommon Reader , and even then it was a nice brown for the throat. We hope that something similar happens today. Then, another small miracle of words and paper will be made.
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