Manco badly, as they say in Venice, which I do not think to say "what do you do on New Year throughout the year, otherwise the prospect for 2011 would have been bad since, starting from the evening of 31 until the Epiphany, I accompanied a body temperature fluctuating between 38 and 39 degrees. All surrounded by a cough, cold, pain varied. Among the delirium of fever, however, I reflected on how to program my first day of the event that the popular saying was true. The first thoughts were those when you make fantastic win on the Lotto, the type swim with dolphins, eat fruit on the beach and so on, but then the fumes of paracetamol between hyperthermia and I find myself, despite my strong concrete known and hardness of the old sea dog, won in years of sailing the seas of solitude sought to draw in my mind a spring day, the room is bright. You Sunday morning. Breathing clean air two bodies embracing in bed, it's me and my partner, we have something magical, I can feel the strong smell of our love, the union of body and soul, the powerful smell of our perfection. I shake a moment to distract from thoughts that do not belong to me. I blame the weakness, I try to restore the order of things, but then I realize, and it is so evident, that all fever, popular nursery rhymes, drugs, sweat and steam is there to support my body, after years of harassment, is claiming its right to love and be loved. With a slight sense of guilt about the past but with a new nature to feel that the future will be a very different year.
Manco ill, what!
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