- Raw. Yeah, yeah, raw. And not any bugs, but only the juicy ones. My grandmother kept asking herself why was I coming from the garden with my beak yellow. It’s not my fault that Colorado beetles have those beautiful stripes on their backs… I actually wanted to save the potato culture ecologically, without DDT.
I liked bugs…
August 20th, 2015End of road
August 16th, 2015I admit, sometimes I’m terrified of death. For spiritual reasons or purely dictated by the spirit of conservation, I too not know for sure. All I know for sure is that I think more and more often about a topic so inappropriate for the youth; sometimes with peace, admiration, resignation and even with a bit of curiosity (without any suicidal intention, though!),… [...]
Fluffiness
August 14th, 2015For this morning’s coffee, and even for my readers :)), me searched, me found, me admired and drooled, me – because it’s nice – shared a WON-DER with paws! It even has eyes!
I confess, even to confession if necessary, I melted and drained completely.… [...]
O tempora! O mores!
August 11th, 2015Because today I don’t feel too brisk, I thought I should remember a part of the memorable parts of my life so far. Today I decided to write about some of the less flattering stances in which I have been, not the other, but if no one likes to describe themselves in embarrassing situations, Fiat Lux!,… [...]
