Stones

Pumpkins in our garden, who planted the seeds´

Me, my love, the stone breaker.

Human and animal´s ghosts, souls and spirits in the stone house.

My love, if we had thought about this we wouldn´t come to live in the Italian Alps. We wouldn´t be here with hammers but with beer. Well, to drink and to get drunk, it´s been a hard work to build our house. I´ve been sleeping and dreaming with hammers and stones every night. The stones are getting me drunk and now and for life I´ll be dancing with you and with them in the stone house. There´s not a day that I'm not breaking stones and walls in the stone house. Damn it.

You look snazzy today, Kisses.

Your neighbor. She is beautiful.