Paris. I'd like to live in Paris. Don't know why. La felicita' e' la tristezza che fa le capriole? OMG. you keep getting worse. sweet angel. life is so mean sometimes.

i need

un sogno d'estate.
or something like that

piccola, perche' i miracoli non esistono?

una parte del mio cervello e' sempre li' con voi.
mi raccontano e non so se vogliono sapere.

perche' i miracoli non esistono?

life

it's kind of impossible to write fun posts, actually, it's kind of hard to write in general and update my blog(s). Today they'll drive to Milano, to learn how to deal with the disease and in the next few days they'll go to Genova to see doctors.

I can't stop thinking of them.
Do miracles exist?

I can't believe it's happening to people I know.

teething!

killing us.

teething?

such a terrible night last night. I think she's finally teething.
he is out of town, I'm happy to have my mom with me, alone i could not survive. She woke up every 45 minutes, had some fever, just a little bit.
let's see what happens, how everything evolves.

US1

you're back - ten days away.
you'll leave again in few days.
I'll miss you again.
She'll miss you again.
She'll greet you with her sweet, big smile, again.


i've had too much chocolate.
in two months I'll wear a bathing suit.
Gosh.
I've lost most of my belly but there's still work to do and I'm lazy and surrounded by too many temptations.
meanwhile I'm working out, I don't like what i see.
will i ever like my body again?
who knows.