Feeling of pizza to finish the day

When the sun sets in the forest and you only hear the sound of the crickets, you have to have presence to hold the whole system in balance.

One way that has proven to be very good for me is to make me a pizza, a personal pizza, that does not leave the stomach empty before the imminent intake of the inexorable black beer.

In this case a good Argentinean Neapolitan, totally kneaded by me, with tomato, mozzarella, garlic, parsley and arugula, and a subtle trace of olive oil to top it off with personality.

Back, the computer waits for the also inexorable query of the blockfolio before going to read Tolstoy's War and Peace.

Life is short...