trampette

if i could have just one splinter of a second.....i would rupture my wee heart for you

but then what would it matter, as long as the breathing keeps on ticking....i should find myself just being completely fine.

my head commands my dry fingers to tap, tap, tap out this translation...that needs to be done by next monday the 13th. Italian to english, smoother for me than the other way around.
part of the research contains : macellazione dei polli....my head goes to the highest bidder...yet i should have a nice hefty check, my first in euros by next week.

who wants condensed honey?

al cuore non se commanda
*miele*