I would always remind me not to give in to laziness, apathy, the days of colorful sticker on the highway, the question of whether or not worth the trouble to put up a tent for one night only.
I would like to keep it in mind and force me to say yes even on those occasions, that surely will arise in which for convenience I would say maybe not.
Because there are enough valid reasons for waiving the first swim in the sea in mid-September, at a windy night spent in tents, friends, to celebrate the last journey of a machine that still retains the poetry of the cassette and has done his duty bravely.
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