revisited as often happens to me my past life, I sometimes wondered how I could for so long and so tenaciously to choose the wrong way on time (which was the right one) and do not know how she has always managed to find here and across open spaces. Sometimes I say that the guilt or merit is not mine, but the fate that has brought together disparate produrmi genes which are an animal in need of freedom, but immersed in the real things, like a mole who wants to feel inside land and the relentless digging tunnels just to get to hidden openings, which open in deserted corners of the forest.
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