Friday, December 17, 2010

Touching My Sisters Breast

shudder ... Maintenance of the words

QUANTA FROST
How much ice, how much frost on the fields
there this morning!
sugar balls
It seems I am not that
droplets of water came down from heaven,
encountered with frost.
(N. Oddi Azzanesi)

remember this rhyme from memory since kindergarten and the public on some of the cios-rivendersela teachers want to make a good impression with his students. The photos I have taken with the accompanying contempt of danger (of frostbite!) In a bush in the courtyard of my condo at 8:45 am when the temperature was 7. Greetings numb.

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