2011 has arrived, take a little 'off guard when I was in a terrace, in Turin, where I saw the wheels and three different corners of the sky where exploding fireworks, which are my passion.
I smiled, hugged and wished him goodbye.
Then I looked again, the sky dark and yet colorful and I threw ...
... the sleepless nights spent to remember to breathe and to convince me that there was, under all that pain , the rage, quell'apatia.
The absolutely stupid quarrel with RagazzoArcobaleno in the morning for having offended his sensibility (mon dieu, and sensitivity) with the non-use of coffee, after eating the pizza without him ... for rice (forse!) without him.
Sensation vacuum as crossing a pair of brown eyes, sweet and tender as those of NonCaneCesare only they knew.
The times when I felt uneasy in the office, trapped in a role that I did not like, and each day left me a bit 'less proud of myself.
The hours spent wondering if , but could and to turn the idea of \u200b\u200bmy future all'AdoneD'Ebano around, and then find out that he was more afraid of me.
Watching some friends, and do not recognize them anymore.
The heart in my throat to hear the earth shake, and look up that piece of land that sinks into the sea, letting you infinitely small and fragile.
The long train journey home, arriving too late and can only embrace PapàVerdino NonnaLucy told me that while he was gone.
OrsoBuono news that has an evil that will not heal
Instead I keep, hold tight ...
The old friends, and those only recently discovered. The ones I found, and those I have known more. Those who have welcomed me, I have heard and sometimes criticized.
The laughter, the colors and scents of Vulcan and its people, a holiday in the sun that gave me back myself.
The excitement in signing the bill of my house, the memory of the afternoon spent watching pantones PittoreMagico and bubbles with the indecisiveness that still haunts me in choosing the kitchen and loved ones who have celebrated in all ways, with me.
GialloL'Artista and PassionePerlaterra's wedding in a weekend of sun, and the children in my life: the first smiles of Gaia, beyond a glass of the hospital and the first time that the ' I held her in his arms, with its smell of milk and good things. Little thing that I prepare a carpet snake and hides behind the door, laughing and SorrisoLargo villain he plays with me on the carpet with anything ...
I keep the sunset of my birthday, to toast the past with bubbles in a magical place and then the hugs, the smiles of all the friends who were waiting for me to celebrate.
the last day of my work, despite her tears, that the Mago nn went away and the feeling of losing a piece of me. And the first day of the new work: the enthusiasm and the many things to learn and those colored packages on the desktop.
I keep the Frenchman finally heel 10 that I love (even if I kill the ankles), hair blacks that I've liked a lot (even if it is time for a change) and the bowl (huge) in which I collected the caps (many) of the most important toast of the year ... guess who we play those? ;)
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU THAT pass here ...
PS ... I would also like to throw (but can not) fucking the 44 installments of the administration that they thought to act after a month I bought the house.
