was everyone and anyone, need of care but very independent.
He moved at ease in the big city, you could see the north and west a few hours later, only to see him in the south-east, then south to find him. But
the south was ill.
He moved well in metro and taxi, take the trolley bus and trams, was driving the car and knew how to ride a bike, but only with wheels.
More eat and then, if anything remained, it was used. Did not disdain to cook for themselves and liked to drink, but never sick.
He liked to run on the grass, playing with the ball on the fly and jump on it, to wit, with flair, for fun.
Sometimes he disappeared for a few weeks and nobody knew where he was going: maybe or maybe in the mountains to the sea, who knows ... certainly knew skiing, he was certainly a great swimmer.
Where to derive all these qualities and abilities was never clear.
is only known that, among other peculiarities, he had one that perhaps was a gift, a kind of mystical vision.
It happened like this, without warning, without apparent logic.
Sometimes when you wake up and sometimes in the eternal moment of falling.
's happened at times in dreams and sometimes in full consciousness.
was as if, at a supersonic speed, had been catapulted into outer space to the ground.
a muzzle. A look at the ants.
This is the story of the dog Blues: the dog that was to everyone and anyone.
Vincenzo
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