"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."

Spremiagrumi, a me!

Arance rosse di Sicilia,
    intercedete per noi.

Arance bionde naveline,
    intercedete per noi.

Arance rosse moro,
    intercedete per noi.

Arance bionde di Valentia,
    intercedete per noi.

Arance rosse Sanguinello,
    intercedete per noi.

Arance tutte,
     intercedete per noi.

La litania andrebbe ripetuta ogni ora, mentre mi faccio la spremuta e prego di non essere colta anch’io dalla terribile forma influenzale che ha stroncato e ridotto a letto mia madre e mia nonna.
Non che mi ricordi proprio ogni ora, ma ci provo, perché non posso assolutamente prendere l’influenza. No. NO.
Per scongiurare la ferale ipotesi di ammalarmi, vado di spremuta d’arancia e rum, le uniche due sostanze che nella mia vita si sono finora
rivelate effettivi fortificanti contro qualcosa. So che non serviranno ad immunizzarmi, ma credo fermamente nel potere dell’autosuggestione.

Qualcuno vuole un po’ di spremuta?

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6 Comments
  • Njord
    Posted at 17:03h, 05 February Reply

    IO IO !!!!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 17:35h, 05 February Reply

    Tieni:

  • Chiarina82
    Posted at 17:53h, 05 February Reply

    per me anche un poco.

    Esami troppo vicini per ammalarmi!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:25h, 05 February Reply

    Doppia razione per Chiarina:

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 21:15h, 05 February Reply

    effettivamente ne berrei volentieri un po’, grazie.

    auguri.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 23:18h, 05 February Reply

    Eh, gente, mi avete preso per un bar? ;-p

    Spremuta in arrivo anche per Heraclitus…

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