New rainy days. I don't dislike it...big storms that surprise you in the road and you never get an umbrella when you walk on the wet sidewalk and your pants get dirty.
Lighting and nights under the blankets...listening to the sweet noise produced by heavy drops touching the soil. Cigarettes on the cement alleyway, watching above and waiting the
I don't see the postman so often, as when he distributes the mail across the village i'm usually at work. But when i cross his road and i see him i feel kind of bad
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