.: One of these days

One of these days letters are gonna fall
From the sky telling us all to go free
But until that day I’ll find a way to let everybody know
That you’re coming back, you’re coming back for me…


my neighbour is so sweet and she makes such sweet pastry. She made this millefoglie for the birthday of her little daughter and offered me a piece…
Before I came to live here, I never had such sweet neighbours. And they call’em “strangers”.

.: The rolls with no name

Laaa la laa lalala lalala laaa la… I’ve been through the breakfast on a roll with no name…

I don’t know their name, but my lovely guy brought them from his birthplace in the south of Italy and they are delicious

io li ho chiamati rotolini… be’ per ovvi motivi, e poi perché volevo essere affettuosa prima di mangiarmeli 😀