Majella: there is a big secret among the rocky gorges. A narrow hole forces on all fours towards the unspeakable. Neither a signal or sign; sinter the show is the prerogative of a few (?), Elected the word lucky.
There is silence inside, there's silence outside. But they are two different silences. That the cave is muffled, out of time and space, interrupted only by a drop falling at regular intervals; a different dimension that seems ignore the passing of the hands. With little in respectful silence, we forget it's raining outside or if it's sunny, if it is morning or afternoon, if it is winter or summer. (But the latter's' if 'we are not sure ... not even out of January 7 and we got into the T-Shirt!)
"Beautiful you'?" - I say just come out - "But ... I recommend not to tell anyone."
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