Five. Air
Meno cinque.
E' strano can count on the fingers of one hand the days until the end of this adventure.
On my return to Milan.
Five. Five
less like the seven dwarfs and Grumpy Puppy.
Five as the first five of the twelve apostles. Five
like the colors of the rainbow that I remember. Red. Yellow. Blue Verde. And orange.
Five.
Only five days separate me from my beloved pizza.
tomatoes. Rocket . And grit.
Only five.
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