La mamma non conosceva la discesa morbida, la pista verde per lei non esisteva, se andava bene era rossa incendio, se andava male nero estintore. Allora non restava che vedere se si poteva andare più in alto, se si poteva ancora salire finché il cielo era azzurro.

-Violaine Huisman

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