Hello, dear son.
Hello, dear daughter.
Hello, dear grandchildren. This blog is dedicated especially to you.
Hello, dear friends who like beautiful things.
My name is Zeferino, and I titled this blog with my name.
The subtitle is illogical, and for this reason it can have a thousand meanings.
For example, for me the subtitle means that over the years life becomes harder and memory may be reduced to not remember anything, but at that point, the cultures and the things they like are not entirely forgotten, but something remain.
In summary, I think that an interest in the finer things make life less hard.
UPDATE.
Salerno, Italy, Saturday, 06/04/2013
Times are tough for everyone, even to the job of his grandfather. In my opinion, you must be in the traditional grandfather, grandfather and partly modern. In fact, the tradition and the memory must not be forgotten, but we must also bear in mind that the world is changing. But I am determined to continue to express my ideas and my feelings, not taking into account of those people for whom an old man simply does not exist.
P.S. Please, you correct me when I make mistakes in English.
