Giotto philosopher
The image of a girlfriend who rubs her sweet mouth on mine was getting more and more intense, real, sign that I was finally almost asleep.
I told myself that it was just what I needed, before diving off in a wonderful dream there was only the colour of the hair left to decide: white, brown or striped? I started thinking about it flipping through the catalogue I had in mind, but right when I was about to decide Giotto suddenly snapped me back to reality with one of his typical and odious screams. I didn’t even have the time to introduce myself to Chantal (I decided to call her like that), that she opened her eyes wide and dissolved in an instant! I thought that Giotto deserved just a good lesson to make the dog ran away from me, I tried to open my eyes to glare at him a
