Dio non chiama a convertire, ma a convertirsi. (cit.)
I like the lost and last days, the smell of chlorine attached to the skin after a day in an empty swimming pool, the 5th of Beethoven played with an old LP, memories and imagination, seeing silly movies at the cinema with my brother, the rainbow I saw the first day I went to Edinburgh in May 2006, Jeet Kune Do and my warm bed, drawing horrible chiaroscuro, the taste of the love received, Park Güell and pistachios, manga and japanese food, red wine, white wine, rosé (pink) wine, blue or green wine (if any), silence and music, simple people and stubborness (if genuine), the Duomo of Milan, the Stabat Mater of Pergolesi,