the last day of vacation I had a thing, though an atheist-materialist, a sign that I think makes me want to continue this blog. Moving an old cupboard in the house, empty now of my grandparents I found abandoned on the roof of that mammoth of a number of worm-eaten wood The Donkey dated August 11, 1901. 
The happiness was not only multi because I'm a fan of Galantara but - beautiful to have found a copy (carbon copy) of a satirical anticlerical in a house that had been conservative Catholics - I began to fantasize that had belonged to "Uncle Louis' older brother of my grandfather, who decided not to marry, who had lived in Paris 
and who died in '16 in a war in which he did not believe and did not want. The
and who died in '16 in a war in which he did not believe and did not want. The immagino adolescente arrivare a casa furtivo con una copia de L'Asino sotto la mantella. Lo vedo leggerla in bagno o sotto le lenzuola. Lo vedo nasconderla su quell'armadio.Lo vedo soprattutto perchè tanti anni fa trovai sul ripostiglio più alto del bagno una copia tumefatta de il Male che mia sorella nascose non per il conservatorismo dei miei ma per la quantità di cazzi presenti inadatti ad una tredicenne. 
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