I flew via Rome Fiumicino , my return flight was not direct, but you know that in this period is always completely full and even if you want to take a plane, sometimes you have to compromise.
not remember Rome airport so great, I went out to smoke my second cigarette of the day and in addition to having been molested by a girl I could not warm enough 'to return to the departures, thank God a nice gentleman with the accent somewhat hick reminded me in his language which was a sort of elevator to go upstairs, but burino informed.
Rome is beautiful, even its own airport but it is undoubtedly the Romans themselves are too vague, too ill-prepared and a guy like me pluriordinato die here.
Even my vacation is over.
When a vacation ends up not just a beautiful little boy staring at you like this come out here to make you forget you're coming home, the routine, at work and your many commitments (which in the end are always the same thing) but maybe now it is better to enjoy the little boy is better that I go, I would not want to run away and not the case because someone had to say goodbye at the airport gave me pack, I think people are a bit 'unconscious.
I'm in Milan, at last.
Return home with a terrible pain is not unusual if your mother fills you 36 kilos of luggage .. are just a Southerner.
Here it rains, Rc looked like another world ... the south seems another world.
I was fine and I have to thank all the friends I have observed the sea on which Sicily is mirrored by other eye, before returning home made me very badly, along with it because I had many memories, many good memories associated with my country who are inevitably going to crumble ... the close watch of the night while you are standing on the shore and the breeze that you salt June 'the shirt is an indescribable emotion, your eyes see, your arms feel, and you can not breathe the smell of freedom unconsciously thinking that you are a small but very busy city.
You are one step from there to your memories and you can hear not being afraid of everything that you do not know, all of your insecurities that you have but you weigh that much of what you've become and what that you are, but you can hear those things and so I learn to look in a different way as the music and the weirs of thousands of people among their cocktails and celebratory shouts are behind you.
I know I have a tear away, but no one and nothing is forever in our lives, just close your eyes and things will return to forever, because I have become what they are, do not say goodbye and not tell people not to that there were in this period were fundamental and important, because thanks to their absence I understand their importance.
This month will be intense for me, I live alone and officially after moving all the stuff in the new house, now I will have to starts doing odd jobs here and there.
I want to thank all the friends and not, as the previous post was filled for better or for worse especially haim .. lots of comments.
If you loved this summer you probably had a good thing , but you know everything is over is probably the next does not mean that it is not better .. is certainly a hope but it's our way of life.
are very dark my skin color is a milk chocolate and yet it all seems a waste of time with this gray, so after breakfast I remember the guy who kept me company last night, a part of my body is pretty much shattered, and burn ... are precisely come home!.
A warm hug to all, we start again :-)
not remember Rome airport so great, I went out to smoke my second cigarette of the day and in addition to having been molested by a girl I could not warm enough 'to return to the departures, thank God a nice gentleman with the accent somewhat hick reminded me in his language which was a sort of elevator to go upstairs, but burino informed.
Rome is beautiful, even its own airport but it is undoubtedly the Romans themselves are too vague, too ill-prepared and a guy like me pluriordinato die here.
Even my vacation is over.
When a vacation ends up not just a beautiful little boy staring at you like this come out here to make you forget you're coming home, the routine, at work and your many commitments (which in the end are always the same thing) but maybe now it is better to enjoy the little boy is better that I go, I would not want to run away and not the case because someone had to say goodbye at the airport gave me pack, I think people are a bit 'unconscious.
I'm in Milan, at last.
Return home with a terrible pain is not unusual if your mother fills you 36 kilos of luggage .. are just a Southerner.
Here it rains, Rc looked like another world ... the south seems another world.
I was fine and I have to thank all the friends I have observed the sea on which Sicily is mirrored by other eye, before returning home made me very badly, along with it because I had many memories, many good memories associated with my country who are inevitably going to crumble ... the close watch of the night while you are standing on the shore and the breeze that you salt June 'the shirt is an indescribable emotion, your eyes see, your arms feel, and you can not breathe the smell of freedom unconsciously thinking that you are a small but very busy city.
You are one step from there to your memories and you can hear not being afraid of everything that you do not know, all of your insecurities that you have but you weigh that much of what you've become and what that you are, but you can hear those things and so I learn to look in a different way as the music and the weirs of thousands of people among their cocktails and celebratory shouts are behind you.
I know I have a tear away, but no one and nothing is forever in our lives, just close your eyes and things will return to forever, because I have become what they are, do not say goodbye and not tell people not to that there were in this period were fundamental and important, because thanks to their absence I understand their importance.
This month will be intense for me, I live alone and officially after moving all the stuff in the new house, now I will have to starts doing odd jobs here and there.
I want to thank all the friends and not, as the previous post was filled for better or for worse especially haim .. lots of comments.
If you loved this summer you probably had a good thing , but you know everything is over is probably the next does not mean that it is not better .. is certainly a hope but it's our way of life.
are very dark my skin color is a milk chocolate and yet it all seems a waste of time with this gray, so after breakfast I remember the guy who kept me company last night, a part of my body is pretty much shattered, and burn ... are precisely come home!.
A warm hug to all, we start again :-)
Tell me about your summer? *
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