They say the Chinese year of the pig that runs the Miss ... Grumbler says, like a good western, "Embeh? What does it matter the pig?" The pig sgrufola, yes, OK, and cute, and pink ... but because the year of the pig should pervade the sudden euphoria? "
But the Chinese know how long (I know it when I saw the work unguentin of my sifu, richly flavored with leeches and maggots in fermentation) ... and if they say that the year of the pig is essential for all us ... we should listen to them.
Yes, because according to Chinese tradition, the year of the pig is a year of changes, turns and revolutions ... I do not actually specify whether positive or negative, but a change is always an enrichment, no?
And so (they) aivoglia to conceive children born to them in this fateful year ... as if they were few.
Yet, dear listeners grumbliane lamentations, in my small way I can say that is true, and that I see around me upheavals, giant steps, lives taking new courses.
So much for hope and a collective toast to virtually "Prosit", let me do a little 'names and surnames:
Flaviana goes live alone
Fabio and Monica go to live together and Jac
Roby marry
Secco (Oh. .. you understand? Secco, my personal trainer) Astaro goes alone he
And me? Yes, well ... I've moved house, and now when I reach out at night in bed I can not find an empty pillow, but the capoccino my boyfriend!
Reference to a separate post the pains and pleasures of my life but for the moment, exclaimed loudly: "Because 'I'm pig? Mica is a comb' Barbie !!!!"
