Lui vive in te

Lui vive in te

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Last published Thu, Jan 15, 2015

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Il meteo del cellulare le diede l'ennesima brutta notizia: pioggia su Colombo per il quindicesimo giorno di fila. Emma stava perdendo la pazienza. Avrebbe passato le vacanze di Natale in Sri Lanka e non aveva intenzione di andarci per vedere il cielo coperto, come lo era da mesi in Italia. La mattinata volò rapidamente tra le lotte con le valigie che erano sempre troppo pesanti e le raccomandazioni assillanti di una madre troppo preoccupata ed entusiasta del viaggio allo stesso tempo. Capiva che fosse difficile lasciare che la sua prima figlia viaggiasse da sola per la prima volta verso una meta così lontana, ma le stava rendendo impossibile rilassarsi a quei soliti pensieri che si fanno in vista di un viaggio. Una corsa per gli ultimi acquisti dimenticati, un rapido viaggio dall'estetista per sistemare il viso è un pasto frugale a base di bresaola ed insalatina.

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