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26 January 2008

Home sweet home

The sunrise as much orange as the juice and the coffee, black and sugar-free.

The day starts with this warm kiss of the sun still sleepy but there, with u, in that small groovy kitchen...

From upstairs the iPod strews notes around: from the living room still empty of life to the tv-house with no actors and scenes yet. There is still so much to do, but when u get urself in the elevator ahh, nothing's like home, whatever it's lacking in.


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