's all useless, I can not sleep, the moon breaks its light spectrum between the droplets of the misty glass, which filters create a curtain of silver, and too many thoughts crowded into my mind almost like a race horse desperate to earn incredible string Constantine ....
in a while will dawn, and I get out of the nearby church bells, calling the nuns the morning and marks the dawn. I love the sunrise in January, they have all shades of blue, the color you prefer. Only companion, while reordering the latest draft of my book, a cup of jasmine tea, waiting for the coffee ritual that marks the end of my long nights at the computer. Sometimes the puppy opens one eye and looks at me in the secret hope of a caress, I'm a bit tired, but waiting for a new day and I am curious nonetheless keeps me going .....
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