time budgets, but also I would say no, or maybe you `. Confused? Yes
Why 'another year coming to an end, and this year things will have happened.
I started the year losing one of the people most important to me. You are to face death and is never an easy pill to swallow. Change you, affects you, you annoying. From January 2010 I was no more, or rather I have been, as amended, great.
In March, I met a person who has changed and is changing my life. Nine months SO, intense, full of laughter and merry drinking and come home in tears solitary, absurd speed at night for London, Tower Bridge in Primrose Hill or to break glass bottles at five o'clock in the morning. Concerts, music, dance, to degenerate. Of serious conversations, glances interrogation of children's behavior. Of sleepless nights, nights together but apart. A big question mark and at the same time a full stop.
In June an invigorating, Israel, Palestine and Jordan, the landscapes and desert that's left inside, there are not enough words to describe what I saw and what I experienced.
And now? Unknowns. In 2011 a flight to New York and a week of holidays already booked. A wedding and a concert by Subsonica in Bologna, where see again is one of my best friends in years. `And I move you to a concert, as only I know do. Classic.
And now? Now two weeks intense. I was filling out the agenda for work and I have literally a hole free. Job, training for front office and the tasks to be done as a school. Concerts (Black Rebel motorcyle, I decided to see the last minute instead of Interpol. Will be intense, I go alone and enjoy them to me 'till the end), evening (18 before leaving for Italy, the evening's Farewell ), meetings with friends, coffee. A life certainly not boring at all.
Yesterday I accompanied him to Wembley, without saying anything. What can you do for Christmas gift to a lover of concerts? Take him to a surprise concert in one of his favorite bands. Nothing that has spent tens of pounds and is now on bread and water (SO lose weight a little while) for two weeks. Nothing that has been with the worry for 5 days for I got tickets on Ebay and I was afraid that did not go or it was just one. Yesterday the ticket was missing and 'arrived. Pinta, dinner at the Thai and then on a train, destination, and then ... tickets for Pendulum. I believe nothing, no gift is repaid by his face, his embrace, the joy in his eyes. So
by a quiet Friday evening ', a night of bass drum'n to mosh with the children of poor English (and also big big man) pushing, jumping, sweating and dancing. Today I am full of bruises, blows and are cooked in the work, but is delighted at the bottom are.
can not pretend that there's no, you can not build where there are no emotions. And I live so `, feelings, Love Cursed, you are a` sentimental, although I see in the middle of the pogo, on the third row. I "prissy" and "posh" as he says, "that you spend on clothes, shoes" and then you're there by the middle of the pit. True. And I do not pull back, push, jump, knock. I close my eyes and lose myself in music. If this is the price you pay, I take into account, I try to send down there and go forward.
However you go, forward.
store small things, small gestures and phrases. Like Amelie, even as Amelie, `I'm so, little things, big emotions, what can I do ...
Two weeks to Italy, two weeks and star'o (or I'll try ') to stay a week without internet, phone, people. Me and my, me and my grandchildren, I and my family. Really, as sometimes when you live together does not tolerate them, especially during adolescence, well, you miss when you live alone. And live miles from your home, your country, makes you understand even more. Want to
pandoro, eggplant lasagna and mother, longing for the city of Lombardy, like the embrace of mother, wants to beat (affectionately) Pope ', of being told to put the shoe on the floor if no line of home.
Want to go to the cemetery to visit her and cry without anyone seeing me.
longing for home, longing for me.
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