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25 February 2011

LV in white

Under a white cold blanket, where the streets are icy and the traditions can still warm u up, the breath got solid and the sun was so weak that it couldn't even fly over our heads.
There stood an old castle, behind it, the church.
At home, my little blonde friend was running and shoutin' in the corridoor: "Alessandroo" he used to scream, "Alessandrooo!".
Grannies were cooking, a smell invaded all around: tastes been forgotten for so long.
All of it came at once. And suddenly vanished, except these pics, except some memory and some regret.
Take care people, we'll coming back soon somewhere around the castle, somewhere around your heart.