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notte fa quasi un Anno ... (Nostalgia) of fim semana




.. I missed you greatly although there looking for all day and I felt torn apart by a set of suffering due to your more and more 'unexpectedly long absence, I could not turn, and sad, because of your way to do almost paternal, who never tired of emphasizing how much my feet were wrong, when my way of life was decent but not too broad .. I suffered for a message that does not respond, the line sounded empty or your roommate, saying that "if St. nao encontrar na home, suffering for my pain for a situation so desperate that I knew to be conscious, and we perceive that you were suffering. but maybe just because you suffered I imagine it? Besides, one that looks like Tombeur de femmes, joking and laughing and not sly nonchalance and says that he loves you, but then tells you that he left his girlfriend at home and who has repeatedly cornificata .... is not a reliable cupid.
Now I tell myself that I was suffering for an ideal of love that Serbs still in me. This ideal for so many months that coincided with your shoulders roomy, your face, your eyes smiling and your presence in those months that has helped me to play down in a period where I lost interest and trust in many things. We laugh like crazy and get into fights, for fun, and still I miss enormously. Moments of pure happiness lost, not riverrà. Now the memory is diluted with so much bitterness. Maybe one day return will remember that smile. An ideal of love can not be translated into reality in a man with children around the world, who lives across the world, who says he loves you to madness, but then it eats away. I can not demand that the solution to the problems, not me alone. Fiat. I changed places, country, customs, everything now is just painful memories vivid, a year after you have encouraged me to take this path and I was afraid and I was puzzled, telling me that I'd reached a year later ... the whole live bitterness, but shot forward, however, denigrate me and give myself pats on the back, alone.

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or for Leamington


This Saturday I went, finally after many months spent only a few miles away, at Warwick castle .... famous castle of the same name in the British town and many lovely old buildings in Tudor style. I say that people invited to visit with a group of colleagues and actually went just fine except that I had calculated that I would have invited himself to lunch as well because I knew he would have gone in the morning and instead I felt a certain embarrassment and which feeling a bit 'out of place when I found myself at home and I realized that it was going to eat ... I have to say that guests are involving with great spirit and made me weigh it, but in the future I'll try to better understand what are the plans of people that I join. The day was very nice, though. The castle is huge and will have to devote a full day visit, also to take advantage of open spaces and walk along the canal. Inside there are reconstructions of period rooms, with the characters-in the guise of wax statues-(strange to see the statue of Queen Elizabeth emerge in the living room, but apparently it was a tribute to the visit of some of the same years ago) dressed in their profession / role at the court of King in the lounge then the green-bellied King Henry VIII with his six unfortunate wives, three on each side.
The Sunday, flew in the afternoon with Sambassador to try, I played the timba drum top and tapered reminiscent of conga but that is more 'casino, for four hours on a piece that Russ, the teacher kept saying that comes from Edun Ara , I'm trying to understand now what it is, I think the British with a carnival samba groups. Contenta. Emptied his head in thought, even though the work week begins again tomorrow.

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pais primizie filosofeggianti your sole con inizio autunno ..


Weekend supersoleggiato over the Channel ... charming old town of Leamington in the sun radiated warmth and even the british people poured into the sleeve along the main arteries of paesone caught from the usual hustle and bustle of shopping on Saturday ...
are now about 9 months that I find myself in Anglo-Saxon land in the middle of the peaceful English countryside .. if I think I am accustomed to the modus vivendi fast enough room, more 'instinct for survival and preparation for real .. I could draw up a list of things that make the British so peculiar, but I'm afraid to lead to a kind of superficial luogocomunismo, if we can define .. for some practical things, I can not help smiling when I notice here appreciate how much to order Italian coffee cappuccino at any time of day or night, and with the dessert, which we would be science fiction. Pero 'my status emigrated a long time, a bit' unwillingly uprooted from the costumes to the beautiful country always obvious instinct survival, I'd recommend taking a sense of tolerance in front of these little things that has raised my smile. Severgnini I think (and certainly others before me) have noticed and carefully focused, without falling into banality, the local customs and practices that both make this island people worldwide celebrity as a tradition and transgression .. a mix that lives in an almost caricature, in fact.
Another thing is instead trying to take stock of how I feel at this moment of my work experience and life qui.Ho fortunate to have an interesting job and a salary that in Italy no one would give me and that makes me independent.
Obviously the project on which work is exciting (At least on paper) and look beautiful prospects; also got used to working modus and colleagues, that because of important dates so far I had seemed only a cog wheels that was bound to go at a fast pace. But 'the budget that I should try to do and things to focus on another concern: colleagues, bosses, or perfidetti nice, there will always and everywhere at work, unless I throw myself to be an entrepreneur , the point is that I can not imagine ever moving without a base, a nest that is an area not too Tentative, to come back and to start .... although I feel at home in many places, I can not think of continue to wander in world and bear enormous periods of solitude, without a justification that would allow me to find myself in what I do and without the right conditions to do so. I throw myself bravely and tried, but I need to have feedback and I also need warmth, not merely superficial relationships, to feel Fulfilled. Senno 'becomes a perpetual chase for something that does not want to get there, and this is very frustrante.Per far as I can bear it?