's November
Friday, November 19, 2010
The time flew fast as the beating of wings of the most beautiful butterfly . The narrow streets of Perugia , uphill and downhill. The cold nights. The laughter. The
sweetness. Difficult words to say. The beating of the heart. The Virginia Golden yellow envelope. Hands clasped to warm up. Chocolate. The speeches on the sofa in the living room. Rain swing and the rays of the Sun departures, greetings and effort every time, they must find the strength to keep going. And above all else, you .
Excluding the parentheses of travel, is definitely a gray period. I am unhappy, anxious, disappointed. I can not find reasons to put my all into what I do. It is not me. I need to change to remove dust and cobwebs from my life now. I have to change
. Perhaps for the first time in my life I take seriously the idea of \u200b\u200bchanging city. If only for a while. Maybe it's just another illusion, or maybe I need a space around which best match to my space interiore. Il "tirare a campare", il continuo accontentarsi, l'immobilismo tipico di qui รจ qualcosa che non fa decisamente per me.
So solo che la bussola gira come impazzita. Ed il sentirmi in balia di qualcosa che faccio fatica a controllare mi rende insofferente.
Dannazione Capitano.
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