TIME

   Time has gone by. Without any scrupulosity, without any tasting, without any recall…

    Time is missing, time is reborn, time is changing. He never knows what you are thinking about or talking about. He laughs, he sobers, he cries, and he loves. It all depends on the guys.

       With the vocation of earth mama, spring wakes up, with some obscuration, with some reluctance. Winter is a huge devil, bise with marblehearted, bites me on the face. But, inexorability is never defeating the palingenesis. Subrogation is ever the theme…