Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Like in a diary



Today...

I visited five different appartments.
I read a book at the entrance of an underground station, as if I was waiting someone for an appointment.
I wrote an email.
I was closer to read Sanguinetti.
I didn't see any paintings.
I thought and I listened something about Colorado.
I ordered something on ebay and then there was a crash.

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