According to the Neapolitan grimace, 47 is the dead, even if Petrolini thought otherwise.
It is a number a bit ‘in the middle, but much closer to 50 than 40, which is not particularly nice.
I realized that I have not written anything for eight months, and even writing these two lines was a challenge.
It’s a very, very difficult period for me, especially because I was forced to have patience, to spend time, to accept some things that I would not normally have accepted.
But despite everything I started to be optimistic, and to think that this will also pass.
And so, best wishes to me, I blow on the candles and express a wish.