Now part of a new diary, notebook need to write down my thoughts (and everything that goes with it) every time which are far from ... I was going to write "home" but now understand better, let's say now that I'm far from Rome. In fact, most people who read these notes does not know the previous ones or all of my diaries scattered around half of Europe from any other business mail. Many people know (and here I repeat I have never stated) that I love the " firsts ... Now this diary will open itself through my hand fast on the Internet or opening (and its conclusion) belonging to a "global" ... well call the pleasantries and preambles from academic session and begin ... er, beginning!
any of you even in this "Paradise Lost" by Milton? (Read it all would beautiful is one of the goals I set before you die ... but with all due respect I do not have time for this ... belliiiiiiiiiissimo brick!)
well the basic concept from which I assume is Paradise.
(Hank if you are there ... are always references to the Supreme purely random)
For a very limited period of time I'll stay "nice" in this paradise that I was hoping for a sense of having lost, and that instead I'll re-evaluate and redefined as "Found". which perhaps I do not mind.
with my land I've always had a problem or, better one: The people who care!
in less than 12 hours in Puglia has mobilized to come to help me ... when I arrived the Parentame on a war footing ready to welcome me with all the burdens and honors, rights and responsibilities, pros and cons, ups and downs ... ok you get it. you get the true?
oh God I do not think you can even imagine the extent of damage to my physical and mental health ... Tenks also known as "the maiden with long breaths" at the entrance to his beloved Earth seemed like a pregnant woman: I was walking with her legs apart I almost had water broke (I had already broken the P. .. e), sn-way hyperventilation or looking for drugs in the same air I breathed my shit right and left burst and thrown out, it is appropriate to say, without a murmur. Inside
fuuuuuuuuori inside fuuuuuuuori inside fuuuuuuuori ...
Shortly after I was hoping to see a white light end of the tunnel when I went to hunt them beyond repair. I have been punished: not a nightmare is the reality!
In life you never know when you'll need to resort to the "spirit of survival and endurance" that we all leave latent because until then they need. Nor of course we know what we have in reserve if we have almost never used. We'll see
or better ... I'll see if I survive until the next departure the most desired destination or the Emerald Isle of Ireland.
back a little to the discourse of which is the first Paradise Found ... given the stress that all last night I was brought and what has unfortunately yet to come ... I'll describe
MY PLACES in the next post ... maybe this afternoon after a good cigarette, hot baked bread, cuddling with cats, sun and photography ...
do not be intimidated by the words above ... is only the minimum of the worst of this holiday scheeeeeeeerzo forced ... ...
the most beautiful and pleasant poetry is yet to come ... I just need to regain these lost places and lost in the deep south of Italy ... for now the music will ease my suffering. SMILE DEAR
can survive everything we have to meet only the worse for knowing how to deal with, no?
Gros Bisou!
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