"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

Ore 10.00 – visita da un cliente
Ore 11.00 – visita dal dentista
Ore 12.00 – ritiro merci da un fornitore
Ore 14.00 – consegna merci dal cliente di prima
Ore 15.00 – sveglia a Lui e visita in fumetteria a prendere il nuovo Wolverine e il secondo numero del fumetto dalla Torre Nera
Ore 17.00 – concerto di musica barocca alla sede del Sole

Ce la posso fare
Ce la posso fare
Ce la posso fare

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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7 Comments
  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 04:55h, 27 September Reply

    “concerto di musica barocca alla sede del Sole” ?

    * t. *

  • Njord
    Posted at 07:29h, 27 September Reply

    Serve una mano?…

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 09:11h, 27 September Reply

    ce l’hai fatta? ;-)

  • Damiani
    Posted at 09:49h, 27 September Reply

    vai Shelidon ce la puoi fare!!

    alla lista aggiungi anche la recensione dei comics per noi amici blogger!

    io personalmente le ritengo vangelo!

    un abbraccio

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:07h, 28 September Reply

    Ce l’ho fatta, concerto a parte.

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 13:56h, 28 September Reply

    bene e peccato, insieme.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 09:40h, 29 September Reply

    Beh, il concerto l’ho mancato semplicemente perché non era quel giorno! *__^

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