Looking forward to seeing what this new project is. Feel free to let me in on the surprise, I can keep a secret 😉

Also curious what this Jose guy has done 😂

Ooops! I must admit, another robbery.Yesterday night, I’ve been, for the second time, compelled to commit a night crime. It is a kind of irresistable compulsion. I’m a serial photos grabber. Definely!. I don’t want, my son, and daughter, living in the Staates to know this ashamed aspect of my life. They’re drummers, like me, and I’ve been , and I’m, their guiding light, in a far stary sky. Say a word of reproach, and I’ll turn back my heels, to the nothingness of the dark. Or forgive me, this time too, By the way you’re tring to mend an old jeans. You’d like to create a fashionable line. To destroy blu jeans, to maake them older, for fashion, is a neverending aim, of any blu jeans ‘lover. I remember a song, child, : America…America….aaa, I love my way to America. Just need a pair of blue jeans, and the happyness is gotten. Definely! Good luck for your evergreen ideas. Trying to please you, to avoid to be figuratively jailed – as you know there are the existing prisons, for existing inmates, with existing wardens; and as much, figurative ones for absconded figures, sentenced, and not, waiting the passing of the time and the erasure of their crimes, by it. This will be my, by mistall, penalty! At all!! Anyhow, trying to move you, to be sincerely forgiven, I’ve red, what you proved, the first night, alone. There’ll be no more, her hands to search, in a moment of bewilderment, but her voice, having the first honor sit, in every life’ show. Be me, be you, understand, understate! Her carnal presence is disappeared; she will be the angel, suggesting you every direction; whispering, any solution; able to be again the sweet mama, that she hasbeen. While, I write down these words, Idon’t know, if, my mother is still alive, in her bedroom. Moving to the bathroom, for the nightly we we, I’ll watchfull, if she is phisiologically breathing. Will be beautiful to cry.!!. By the way, I’d like to be in America by now, to search my old companion, Geremy, the chief of the pilgrim fathers. He is a clearvoyant, able to foresee. It is said, that, when the Mayflower, with 250 fathers, reached the coasts of the new world, where the destiny was waiting them, to found America; he was smiling. And all the others sked him, why?? Geremy, what you see? He answered them: I see what you see. But was not true. He was foreseeing the skiyline of the nowaday’s Manhattan. And then, beeing him the sage man he was: Geremy, how we’ll survive, on this virgin land? He, promptly rebated, and staated: as usual, my dear friends, with the help of God. And all, of course with the God’s help. The oath of President of U.S. So,, my dear, blogger, I hope I’ve gained your clemency, another time. But, remember, next one, do not hesitate, to life-imprisoni me. And, furthermore, if the postman will be strangely another fellow, and will ask you: have, you got a pen? don’t bother; do not make him enter the door! Especially, if he smiles. He is, problably Geremy, entering underhandly, to rescue me. All the best. I’ll get off this illness very soon. Bye.