Luglio 2012
“Spring does not replenish their lives, though the yard is alive with Honeysuckle, Hyacinth, Hollyhock. Birds swollen with song.”
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“To tell the truth, though, I don’t think l deserve your kindness. I’m trying my best to be a much better person, but things aren’t going so well. The next time we meet I hope I’ll have my act together. Whether that will happen or not, I don’t know.”
—— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
