bags whites and blacks reminded gift packages with care resting under the Christmas tree when she was a child, the air that passed through the nostrils smelled of vanilla and coconut, the lights danced around a happy carnival; the voices and horns sang a samba rhythm, everything was perfect to greet the new year just begun.
Electra is happy.
belongs to an atmosphere where everything is actually viable and enjoyable.
E 'smiling.
Sing a scale with the Neapolitan sixth.
E 'alive.
I feel, "for life to those who kisses in vo 'bbene."
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