last night, that was the night of 14 December two thousand and ten, I was on a mountain Aosta Valley to look at the sky, with the nose. There were less than fifteen degrees, and the stars fell like golden crystals. Make a wish, close your eyes, they said. And he cried in front of all ste speechless wonder.
There were less than fifteen degrees, and I c'avevo pajamas underneath the jeans. What you did not know but Jupiter has four satellites, and is called a Io. I am a satellite of Jupiter. We are all satellites, and gravitate around too fast just too hot.
Sirius is the star of the rainbows. I give thee, hanging on a silver eyelashes.
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