Some pictures from our last week end.
This post is again dedicated to Tuscany, to ‘sposa‘ and to my ‘eldest brother’.
I hope you won’t think my life is so sparkling.
And I have visited Tuscany seldom in the last 15 years.
The reasons are not related to the people I mention here.
I spend an unreasonable amount of time before a screen or reading or playing my guitar or walking.
A very stupid thing to do, perhaps.
I won’t say more, since dum loquor hora fugit.
[Necessary update 😦 Skip to pics below]
Mario: “You sometimes try to make your life big. And this post proves you wanted to blow your readers’ mind with ‘your Tuscany’. Besides let’s face it Campania’s culture is greater than Toscana’s.”
MoR: “As for the last point I may partially agree though it’s hard to say and in any case Campania is today at risk (due possibly to capricious Greek influence?)
I mean, this everybody-screwing-everybody attitude come on. And you, and what you’ve done to Flavia especially, and to me. We loved you. You are and will ever remain a moron.”
Mario: *keeping silent for a moment*
“You didn’t reply to my first point.”
MoR: “There may be some narcissism (see 1, 2), or this ‘wanting to show them’ thing.”
Extropian: “The usual ‘attraction-repulsion between North and South, between hyperboreans non-hyperboreans’ thing? Interesting but boring now.
I am thinking about us, more than 30 years ago, when we used to spend so many week ends in Tuscany all together, our group of school mates. It was beautiful. And your eldest brother, terrific.”
MoR: “Lilla my female dog has just died this morning. So what can I say. Life is short. Let us live.
But I kind of believe in reincarnation.
For both humans and animals, of course.”