"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

L’età della donna


…e dall’anno prossimo si comincia a mentire sull’età.

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4 Comments
  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 09:47h, 04 February Reply

    Non è mentire quello, è assecondare la natura femminile dichiarando un’interpretazione personale della realtà!

    …auguri (se ho capito bene)!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:01h, 04 February Reply

    Grazie! *__^

  • ragnorosso
    Posted at 00:10h, 05 February Reply

    auguri, eh

    ps: ti ho mandato una email all’indirizzo @Iol.it

  • Njord
    Posted at 08:42h, 06 February Reply

    ma la donna non ha età…o almeno così ho sentito dire…

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