"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."

Mia?

Ok, io non porto t-shirt. Seriamente, non le porto. Solo in casa, quando fa caldo e malvolentieri. Ma forse questa me la comprerei anch’io (grazie a Quadrilatero per la preziosa segnalazione).

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5 Comments
  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 18:56h, 22 April Reply

    Ciao e buona serata da Maria

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 19:00h, 22 April Reply

    Grazie…

  • sbrect
    Posted at 16:21h, 23 April Reply

    io in estate porto solo t-shirt…la voglio subito

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:57h, 23 April Reply

    E’ geniale…

  • ragnorosso
    Posted at 13:08h, 26 April Reply

    ma quale persona deviata odia le tute, le t-shirt e l’uomo ragno? comunque questa maglietta è divertente davvero

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