I love a glimpse of landscape which is visible from a street in my country only a few times ... when the sky is clear or only after a storm. When do you see from the road back and forth a few times.
If I like a song from the first time I hear it turned up the volume almost to make me go into the veins.
I love cycling pedaling and pedaling for hours and lose all'orrizzonte look for the country roads ... now I have the bike a little ballast and two puppets who can not resist them sitting hours but I'm happy.
I like drawing in black and white pencil better use of colors ... I do not for a while but I'm going to start again at the cost of doing so at night (as it already is ... I sleep a lot ...) I'm attracted
dall'oggetistica than once, that was part of the country houses, I like getting lost in the markets or if it happens in some old garage or porch of my uncles, grandparents, relatives etc..
I love eating bread ... I no a lot but because my ass is affected ... but if I feel the smell go into ecstasy.
I love the smell of freshly washed laundry ... professional deformation?? I do not know, but I continue to wash all washable at home after a while I pull a lalavatrice .... right in my face when I pick up the clothes drying rack from me than I snorted!
Stones. I like stones with strange shapes from a young age ... usually picks them up in the mountains but never more than two to carry them in your backpack then you can not ... is silly. But if I could give a beautiful stone (never happened) would make you smile a vacant stare as if I give a shine.
am also sad that you understand ... I make me paranoid that I break the bales alone how the break ... I try to tenermele inside as often as possible because I realized I did it for nothing ... but I always seem to miss something and I always feel guilty.
I wanted to travel the world ... know a lot of people and know their habits ... I hope that my children do it.
hate tv with all of myself ... my hidden desire is to take a hammer ... I can not stand the the noise, I can not stand not having to talk to his fault, just can not stand.
I love succulents: first because it adattrano good for my little thumb, second because they are like me ... just that sometimes you look and you remember that we are living on their small gestures
For my children : Mom will also be a little out like a balcony ... but this happened to you is be patient
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