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i always wake up at dawn in a new place.i like to see things in early light without many people.summer dawn in rome remains the best for me.pigeons,light,kids and best coffee around.i need to go back.

with Dino and my sister.it was his first ride on train.he got so emotional about it made me almost cry.here’s to beautiful florence.to an old hairdresser that cut his hair and to ugly 4 star hotels.to everything florence is about.

random things from a week.bologna.sunburns.going outs.loneliness.avoiding drawing.then again avoiding drawing.narcism.sunburns.going outs.bologna.

i don’t like the music,but everything else is moving.and it’s only a game.

strawberries and mighty socks from antipast.enjoying just that..

i don’t know what tree is but it’s scent is sweet and inebriating trhu the whole town.so i enjoy it in bicycle.looking up and down on busker performers, friends and glass of white cold bubbling wine. something frizzantino.

and the best thing i found on internet week ago.

somebody pointed out it’s sam the eagle explaining internet.haha

so true.