Il Giardino di Anacleto Mitraglia: Luglio in (quasi) solitaria.

Alla scrivania.
Con un compito da svolgere.
E senza voglia.

Ma.

Ecco.

Ritorno, da tempo meditato, al giardino di A.M.

Bentornato T, dice.
Grazie A.M., rispondo.

T.

Something 'bout Faccialibro.

When I met Faccialibro for the first time I thought it was cool.
I used it only for keeping in touch with some cool girls, met during the holyday, living on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
Then, months later, I've changed my mind.
Just the fact that you call ev'ry body "friend" it's disturbing.
Foscolo distiguished 7 types of friends; from "amici di cappello"(hat friends) to "amici di anima"(soul friends).
Now we reach the 8th type. The worst, maybe.
Of course, I'm still on Facebook. But.
But since my Mom's there too, I think I'm gonna move out.