and begin a new adventure since 13/09/2008.
None of that, only a 12-hour trip through one quarter of the globe, to Singapore.
know, should be a new world. In a way it is.
But wherever you are, there is always a small bag that you can not to leave home, set sail with you, just a minute after landing your plane and takes you step by step.
is my luggage, that label with "mega-" affibiatami, once again, after only two days (1).
Even I did something. Wrong.
Yeah, that's the point, do not do anything wrong, because there's that small cobra which flows in the veins, small as it is unknown. And rightly remain so, it explodes, it does not start again to bite as he usually did in a past that I forgot.
was said? Right, the parabola. At what point are they? The euphoria from Erasmus is gone before you even rise a little ' of calm, a bit 'of fancazzismo working hard to understand how both work in government, a bit' of ... that little baggage that I carry around.
not have the minimum point, the soul still rocking. Up and down.
But who I found here is not who should be, they speak, think and move. And day after day I tell myself that I must stay out of their head. Funny little head.
I must not make the same mistake, I leave my luggage in the room, but my intuition when I go out with me. I try and call me. Shuts the door in his face, but he comes back.
So close my eyes, a bit 'scared, a bit' fierce, perhaps just curious to integrate them, maybe just afraid of the little prince. So that baggage blooms again, and I feel it invades the veins and hands, body and mind. It all comes back shiny, not as clear as it should be, because we were told to stay away from this steady state.
once again grappling with that distant voice, that voice that translates thoughts into feelings, that voice that comes back every time and dominating me access and know what should remain hidden. Why?
I'm a nice guy. Then, because it uses this power? It is certainly not to my advantage, it is certainly not a good end, for sure.
Are two - (1) and (2) - fixed their eyes and learn anything the first day.
But then there's the second and the third and go on.
And if I still have not learned everything, close enough.
(2) You're just like me. You are me. Are you? No, I was you. Not anymore, because they are changed again.
A bit 'like looking in a mirror, a little' how to revive the evolution of David, again and again. I would not see. I would not remember that time busy, I can not remember how far back it was made.
not yet reached its lowest point, and that moment will come but I hope to be alone, I hope it passes sooner than you think. It will be swept. But I do not believe, I believe will last a long, drawn day by day, until the return.
And nothing will remain of the adventure, if not its end. On 13/11/2008.
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