Non sperate di trovarci cose interessanti. E pensare che non è neppure abbronzato. Run, run, run! Il tempo passa, la ruota corre, eppure sembra sempre tutto uguale. Voglio parlarti di un sogno che. Arranca di notte sotto le coperte. Voglio parlarti di come nasce il sentimento. Dal grembo fertile di una dolce signora. Voglio parlarti di mille carezze.

Thousands of days from last update. Since my geographical movement something inside me started to die. Slowly, a slow-mo decaying without any cue about stopping it or speeding it up. My choice, incarnated in a 2. 45 hours flight Naples-London, started to let me feel all the weight, all the encumbrance possible. Slowly burning inside like if I was a bloody ashtray full to the edge. Reset, musica, sangue.

In December 2015 it was 175 years since the barque. Arrived at Port Nicholson in New Zealand, having sailed from Greenock in Scotland four months earlier in August. The passengers on the Blenheim were all Scottish, so the 175 year anniversary provided an opportunity to celebrate the role of Scottish settlers in the founding and growth of Wellington, and of New Zealand. More information on the events held to mark the occasion can be found at the posting Commemorating Scottish Heritage.

To balance this, the true crime and popular science book. Forensics, The Anatomy of Crime. It is my gut .