Waxing The Scrotum And Penis

Excavations in March, the last under the sun 's Winter (Paul & Silvio yet to Murella)

"The gardens of March, dressed in new colors
and young women in that month living
new loves walking by my side and suddenly you said" you die ""

arrive on Saturday excruciating images of nostalgia, the sites of March as the gardens of March that are lost in the sound memory of a youth lost archaeologist Nameless.

the sun melts the snows of the other Pania of a sky with clouds that promised rain if the wind does not sweep the Sacred Padania Causeway, you have the age of the life of the archaeologists who in the solitude sound of water in that spring Serchio find signs of the earth, Signs Auser like few others, if the Etruscans of Murella drank from the sacred river. A break in the time schedule that marks the hours of nothingness, to remember and recall the archaeologist far, declassified, who meet here the pages of history, the tattered memories of stories found elsewhere as they discuss the purity of the act itself. And to think that even as a young man, while playing poignant even then the Gardens of March, the archaeologist Nameless hated the act itself and the theories of neurosis.