My pink nirvana.

The house is half empty, the shutters slumber nor raised at all, nor lowered, and a breath of air enters timidly opened the door which gives on the stairs of the building. The luggage is ready, leaving only a couple of magazines already read and a jar of jam on the shelf in the kitchen. Prosit for those who will …

Guaiguai is literally sprawled in the doorway to get some fresh air. Guaiguai is my black cat, green eyes. Guaiguai salutes Paris and our dear friend Gianni … hello, hello!

We are ready, tonight Last Supper and the Giro d’adieu among the closest friends.

Dine in Madrid tomorrow!

… Last night I dreamed el sol, el calorcito, el amor … EL AMOR

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