Even in the deepest sleep when your child come closer to cuddle with you. ??Motherhood

E' sbagliato pensare di risolvere grossi problemi con il solo ausilio delle patate fritte.

I kissed his cheek, damp and salty. I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air.

The surf, only now and then visible, was hammering at his spirit, knocking things loose, some to fall into the dark and be lost forever, some to edge into the fitful light of his attention whether he wanted to see them or not.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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