"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."

Oggi, 14 febbraio…

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…io ti amo da impazzire.

Non solo oggi e non perché è oggi, ma anche oggi, come ieri. Anzi, come si dice, forse un po’ di più.

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3 Comments
  • Njord
    Posted at 10:11h, 14 February Reply

    ogni giorno …sempre di più!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:52h, 14 February Reply

    Non dicevo a te, Njord ;-p

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:29h, 14 February Reply

    Messaggio per la signorina che mi ha scritto in privato:

    Sorella, delle tue argomentazioni m’importa sega. Avrai pure i tuoi motivi di fare il giro di tutti i blog per cercare dove si parla di San Valentino e tentare di riportare sulla retta via i consumisti schiavi delle feste comandate, ma permettimi un paio di osservazioni:

    * la tua presunzione che l’unico modo di vivere una festa sia acquistando qualcosa è, appunto, presunzione;

    * il tuo assunto che io voglia passare del tempo con l’Altro perché qualcuno mi ha inculcato che devo farlo è a dir poco risibile;

    * il tuo essere schiava di una festa comandata al punto da permetterle di rovinarti una giornata è decisamente superiore al mio esserne suggestionata a sufficienza da cogliere quest’occasione, come una qualsiasi altra, per essere felice.

    Guarda un po’ qui e vedi in che categoria sei.

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