I know, this will be one of those nights when no sleep.
One of those nights where I will get up from bed, with more questions than answers in the brain on the mouth.
One of those nights when I can not give me peace as long as my thoughts will not find a more or less, on "paper".
the 3:35 am of an autumn night in Montpellier.
I Erasmus, Erasmus fucking are.
I, is the self, the one who cried every 2 to 3 before leaving for France, the same since there has not shed a tear. I
Erasmus and everything is perfect.
live in the center, I met some fantastic people of all nationalities, even enrolled in two universities, the law and the letters as I have always wanted, and maybe now there's a guy that really interests me in my palace . I
Erasmus and I can afford to spend the night in a rambling white on my blog like crazy, which does not need a psychologist because from now on is irretrievable, without having to answer to anyone.
I lick the chocolate from his fingers and I do not feel guilty, I look in the mirror and not be cocky, smiling, swing on the ice without ever having done it a hundred thousand kisses, and are not a whore: I am an Erasmus student.
I know that in Rome there is a pile of paperwork waiting for me. There is a degree
longed, a little sister grows grows grows impatient and I can not say "Ludo stopped, waiting for 9 months" but that I hope will not forget about me.
There are many question marks.
What really want to do with my life? Here, seriously, I have plenty of time to think about it and find an answer that is wanted, it belongs to me alone.
In Rome there are people who are growing up, living moments of turns and changes just like me, I can not be close though I would like: I wish them all the luck that is happening to me.
In Rome there are people who are growing up, living moments of turns and changes just like me, I can not be close though I would like: I wish them all the luck that is happening to me.
are people who do forget, I know you know but again I say, if they ever forget it ... in ending stories, that are born, they become important, a film that collects what should happen between a head job and neck when you least expect it, a company that is shabby to his feet after four months of leave: Hold on, I think.
There are things I can not explain, and explain that I do not think I ever, even if France were to spend the rest of my days.
Why, after having dispensed time and energy to love something sow the crop is poor, sometimes not up to expectations or is simply not enough for you.
For two years people believed to be close love wasting energy and time struggling to understand each other through clenched teeth, when just one night to discover that in fact you do not know at all, even if it hurts the heart must say, reminds them of the truth to itself: they are strangers. Why would anyone
extends only to show me the way when the Coliseum does not really know what meaning the Colosseum has for me.
There are things I can not explain, and explain that I do not think I ever, even if France were to spend the rest of my days.
Why, after having dispensed time and energy to love something sow the crop is poor, sometimes not up to expectations or is simply not enough for you.
For two years people believed to be close love wasting energy and time struggling to understand each other through clenched teeth, when just one night to discover that in fact you do not know at all, even if it hurts the heart must say, reminds them of the truth to itself: they are strangers. Why would anyone
extends only to show me the way when the Coliseum does not really know what meaning the Colosseum has for me.
And why do not you know if you can guess the color of my eyes without ever having really seen?
Because you can move the factors without changing the result. Why
is partly from the world and your world will return, perhaps with his tail between his legs, but with a little more.
Why can not love those who hate and I can not hate those who love you.
I Erasmus, I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be perfect again, thinking this will only have a vague languor: go to class, speak French, Australian dance, laugh and drink without fear of exaggeration I know to check, are or are not responsible for a girl? Peut etre ...
No one here knows me well enough to be able to hook on the inside, so that I could harpoon the soul and pull it up, with love skewered his heart and blood sweat and tears gutter dirty that the goal of a photo that I do not want to be taken.
I do not know why, I do not want it, It is too difficult, too complicated and mostly useless, this is the truth that I claim.
Because you can move the factors without changing the result. Why
is partly from the world and your world will return, perhaps with his tail between his legs, but with a little more.
Why can not love those who hate and I can not hate those who love you.
I Erasmus, I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be perfect again, thinking this will only have a vague languor: go to class, speak French, Australian dance, laugh and drink without fear of exaggeration I know to check, are or are not responsible for a girl? Peut etre ...
No one here knows me well enough to be able to hook on the inside, so that I could harpoon the soul and pull it up, with love skewered his heart and blood sweat and tears gutter dirty that the goal of a photo that I do not want to be taken.
I do not know why, I do not want it, It is too difficult, too complicated and mostly useless, this is the truth that I claim.
Here I smile because I go to flash, when I go and with whom I want to.
enriches me and I smooth the hair according to time and even I do not mind the humidity on the head.
"Bonjour, je voudrais a pain au chocolat!, So that tomorrow I will start my day with breakfast at the boulangerie on Rue Lisbonne I did recently discover a friend is also recommended in the Michelin Guide.
open your eyes and it will be another busy day, perfect as the others but quite different from the others.
Away from the problems that I am leaving behind, that issues almost completely disappear, but before going to bed is to say "bonnenuite. It also
goodnight to my Rome, "with all the stars and you can Brillarelli friccico de luna all for us," and all those who, like you can love without hate.
PS = Pink And if after reading this post I ask because lately I put more love everywhere I reply that all writers are a po'ripetitivi and especially if there's one thing I am sure, in both France and Italy, is that despite my "why" of unresolved life I'll never stop loving what I believe.
enriches me and I smooth the hair according to time and even I do not mind the humidity on the head.
"Bonjour, je voudrais a pain au chocolat!, So that tomorrow I will start my day with breakfast at the boulangerie on Rue Lisbonne I did recently discover a friend is also recommended in the Michelin Guide.
open your eyes and it will be another busy day, perfect as the others but quite different from the others.
Away from the problems that I am leaving behind, that issues almost completely disappear, but before going to bed is to say "bonnenuite. It also
goodnight to my Rome, "with all the stars and you can Brillarelli friccico de luna all for us," and all those who, like you can love without hate.
PS = Pink And if after reading this post I ask because lately I put more love everywhere I reply that all writers are a po'ripetitivi and especially if there's one thing I am sure, in both France and Italy, is that despite my "why" of unresolved life I'll never stop loving what I believe.
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