Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth...

 My boy Florek:

Agosto non è crudele. È feroce. Si presenta come un mese del passato e ti costringe a ricordare. Ferocemente smette di essere tutto ciò che era (Roberto Saviano)















































































































































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