... 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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"Shhh ... Bubbles?" - Called softly peeping from behind the monitor - "Cuckoo!" - Cry when she moves her eyes light on me.
burst out laughing. Ok, the bottle of rosé that we made at lunch helps, but I know it is not just for this reason that we laugh in this day of sun heat and light winds, which coincidentally is the day of your birthday.
" Please please please!" - Says between laughs - speaks little, otherwise it ends up that we pick the head. "
"Bubbles In short, just get over" - do the fake-offense "was your idea of \u200b\u200ba picnic to celebrate. It's not my fault picnic rhymes with cheers! I mean here is, for me, rhymes and do not contradict me ... "
Cara bubbles,
know that the day of your birthday (And notice how good I am delicate and sensitive and to avoid mention of your birthday ... you're younger than me for 4 years!) Was not just like you wanted. I know that those shadows that sometimes clouded your eyes and made you break out the headache will be forever linked to that day.
But I very much hope that, after a while ', will remain as well as some funny memories.
We want to talk about our PortiereBaffuto that big, welcomes you in the morning singing Happy Birthday and just beginning to climb the stairs I intercoms to inform me of your arrival and so give me time to light the candles?.
Cape Or just pretending to taste the cake with a candle that you brought, and as soon as we go you can even eat the crumbs?.
And, sorry, where do you put the scene of you and me who, perched on the ship under a sun that even Italy in July, light toast and eat little things such as pizza, focaccia with potatoes and cheese and sweets look at the hub beneath us, cleans the boat? Then it goes well, there are also I who I am convinced that the type is called Luca and sometimes shamelessly Berco "Lucaaaaaa, hey you: Luke!" just to see if he turns, and of course attracted attention from around the pier but not his ... but who cares, I did it for fun, so that the hub will have had 20 years ... yes and no
I I'll hold these memories dear, bubbles. And even if the next October 20 we will not be in the same office, I know a way to celebrate the find.
But how much I love you I have never written here on my blogghino, where I write all the important things?
Good, wonderful, wonderful life bubbles!
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