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State-sad

Song-Gianna Nannini-Moment

I am sad. Thoughtful. Months have passed, but I remember. I remember when I was in Gratosoglio, and a young driver, I think of buses, he said, with a smile, "hello". I replied, with a smile. And I continued on my path. I do not remember if the driver was by tram or bus, but more likely will be the second option. Across two trams passing, 3 and 15, and the bus line 79. The boy was waiting for several minutes before leaving again. At that moment I did not say more. Because I was Fabio. But I recognize that I have not taken over the boy's head. And I am sorry for not having added nothing to his greeting.

I could not track down. I went home. And I do not know why I remember him. Maybe I regret not having given him the rope. Maybe I'll try to deceive and distract my awareness of my life sad and cruel. Are no longer in Milan. It also came spring. And spring makes me feel weird and absurd in a state. Who is he? What's his name? It must have been a product of my imagination that wonderful smile? I do not know. I only know that I remember. And no one can help me.

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And now?

Status: Relaxed
Song: Two Fingerz-On the shoulders of giants.

Here. Back in Vigo will not return to Italy for now. I have no strength to fight. Now I want to find something to study, work, go back to volunteering. Do something to return to battle. Milan is still my goal. Even though I have things clear. Maybe I do plan. In these moments are too disoriented sense and student work. I clarified a bit more in another sense, perhaps.

My brothers are a bit 'heavy lately. The worst is that I realize that my mother will be right, even when they have it. It allows them too. Maybe I

complicates life being quite associale. But I was always so. However, I am a better mood.

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friend

One thing I really miss when I'm in Italy.

a true friend.

Yes, in fact, I have friends. Most males. And most are also looking for another part of me. And ok, but not good. I need a friend. A person more or less my age, with those who share ideas, do not criticize me for political and religious principles, that there is to laugh, but also to offer me his shoulder when I'm destroyed. A friend like my friend Jenny, with whom we stupid enough to say four to weep with laughter. A friend with whom freely criticize men (some men). A friend who does not judge me for the shit that I do. Yes, in fact, when I'm there I miss that, especially. And maybe it's the hardest thing of all.