(AND 'WHY WAS A SPECIAL DAY'...)
... because I woke up at 7 an hour and I was in bed, rummaging through the images that had populated the my night, the NonCaneCesare who played with me in a green meadow, the face of a spoiled AdoneD'Ebano before whom weep inconsolably, and a ArchitettoBelloBello legs which I sat chatting with a new-found happiness. I wanted to be a special day in so many little things, and so I did not take the bus or the vespetta but I am putting the boots back and I walked in the rain down there in my office, on a morning that seemed timeless and without space, listening to music from hot rhythms and unknown language. I took the time to think that I walked to my last day at work, to the last time I opened that office and from a friend who was waiting for me smiling for breakfast, as we had done every morning since we know it. In short, I wanted to be prepared to counter the sadness that inevitably would have attacked.
Then, when I arrived, I found waiting for the PortiereBaffuto humming "the boys cry, cry because Eleanor will go away" and asked for mercy, not to make me cry now that there were only nine in the morning and would been a long day. AND I found bubble waiting for me already, with the kettle on a tray of pastries and a new place, start to make this special day.
We have chosen to spend the lunch break in a place that is dear to us, the atmosphere that smacks of home and where the waitresses know us by name and greets us with a hug, wink wink while passes the bread and oil because he knows what we like to eat a little ', while we wait. We did not miss anything: the toast with the red that we like so much, you slice the cake sprinkled with hot chocolate in the table right there, near the counter, and the cup of hazelnut (the taste of taste?) Shared a empty ice cream parlor, looking out of the gray skies of November 15.
Funny work without a moment's rest throughout the afternoon, and sometimes wonder why do not you expect on your last day at work, still have so much to do and to fix. But then it was nice to go and buy the cake from Angel, uncork a rose with the head and PortiereBaffuto and drink together, being told "both an office and a lead so nice so nice not to have us there, which now goes "and having the courage to say" I miss you too. " It was a special moment with bubbles also burst into tears, revealing treenne that the maturity of a crazy and seeking constant reassurance.
E 'was a special day that ended well, putting the alarm and locking the door.
Then I turned around and moved from an office, in these three years, I considered a little 'home'.
Yes, my last day at work went well.
What I still do not know is how it goes tomorrow, the first day of my new job.
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