..... the most beautiful thing on Sunday is Monday that swinging lunar day between the restart and I don't feel like it between the 'Where we are' and the 'someone has to do it' .... La Comet Neowise 2020 below The Bear chased by the 3 hunters towards the Epic Blue Mountains as in a dream that smells of reality there is the market the pharmacy the accountant the dentist the trainer the mountain guide the pulls Bones the red bandira more yellow than red that red outside but black Inside the Grande quarry a small window in the rock wall. who made that hole? who has ripped up the mountain. Under the grace of the Victorious we found the best precious Rocche Alumi Fresh Air and a smell could be Sulfur IN THE STAIN could be Peach ... Apart from the genius Loci of Commander Cest .... finally a piece Very Cortese finds its Panoramic panorama. And with Epic Slowness we confirm ourselves Witnesses of inexplicable events that really happened. A sonorous Acoustic embrace compresses the ribcage and the spirit tractors in the pampas Maccaresana Noises of benevolence are heard around the Panthers One glimpses misunderstood stories find Glimpses of Splendor in the Memories Of instants whipped in the Multiverses ... or friars of the sgnappa and of the step we catch in the air that sighs in the woods that I do not know and smells of Wind .... The staircase of empty light seemed to shine and the geko revealed its secret Sticker Flami dreamed of something maybe 30 Kilometers from Tolfa perhaps a hill destined to transmute into a Mountain ....