ignited. It stayed with the closed eyes for some second trying to pick up the strengths not to faint. By now it didn't feel anything else other than heat and it had the face covered of hot sweat you/they had almost thrown him some red hot oil on the face.
It made an enormous effort and it squeezed the eyes before opening them. What he/she saw was his/her image completely sfuocata in a room where everything appeared clear and perfect.
The man fell to the ground and he didn't raise again anymore.
The author
Giovanni Rodini (St. Paul of Brazil 5.5.1976).
In the first years of life I have traveled a lot for the whole Latin America spending different time in Colombia and to Panama. Before arriving in Italy my family you/he/she has lived for three years to Paris.
I have achieved the diploma of classical maturity and the degree in jurisprudence.
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