.. seesaw of emotions I went through in those 5 days. Euphoria 32-teeth, the loss that leaves you speechless, without 1espressione in the face, and that gives you the only desire to close the outside world know when to come back and nn. From the shame and the shock from the first smile after the pain, the calm of what might be considered a rehab Provence. .. a swirl of images passed through my eyes, in these 5 days. Seductive colors, projecting, dull, lonely, silent, and then again welcoming appacificanti. Lost catch from silence to silence, quiet.
So many things have happened in those five days, and not all will be written. It 's always been a bit' limit and the value of my chest, to be public. I've fought, more than 1V, the nonchalance with the belief they do not want to have secrets. In point to show off online. But everyone has secrets, everyone has told events that do not, for various reasons. And I, for various reasons, taccerò on some of my secrets. With
order.
December 13. The highest point, and the lowest. All within a few hours. The pure white of the curtain moves, the fluorescent pink sweet flying to the ground. Under the influence, true, but the details of those hours I could not describe without looking a bit 'of beauty. There was so .. Then, the black lead to black, the soft leading the hard, burned. In a word, sad. I apologize for being fired, for not having done practically hear the weekend of the degrees of my friends. 
I apologize for the absence, but even I was not there. I could be there for anyone. December 14. Muto, shut up, still speechless. Nudges open the door for only a few eyes, man, that takes me by the hand.
15, 16, 17 December. 5.45. Wake up. As in Copenhagen, the sadness is overwhelmed by the emptiness at the end I have to. " 7.16, Gare de Lyon. The train to Manosque. Finding places to nine months ago, a lifetime ago .. The Haute-Provence in December is silent. At first I did not notice the difference. Awareness will be: is another silence.
In-depth interviews, film repeatedly, limited contacts with the world via phone, skype, facebook. Lew Ashby made a last peek in the speech. Among St. Maurice, Manosque, St.Auban, and Montfort, I stop and think. Not too much, but it was necessary. It 's true, they make me doubt the past few months.
are less sure of myself, although they still trust in my feelings. It has been hard hit Saturday. To use a metaphor to use men as essentially miss a goal into an empty net. Being in a draw. A 5 from the end. But the silence of Manosque has become calm, anxiety is decreased, and begin to claim. Che ognuno ha i suoi problemi, che sta a noi risolverli, con la testa, e con la determinazione. Che non bisogna dimenticarli, metterli da parte: inconsciamente restano lì in ogni caso. E si mostrano.
E poi.. sbagli un gol al 85esimo, passano 3 minuti. 88. Ma è stata una partita lunga, 4 minuti di recupero. -6. Il 24 si torna in Italia. Ma ora non è ancora il momento. Last week in Paris. Wanna make that count.
Vostro, Manosque, 17 dicembre 2008, 14:12. La mia ultima sigaretta.
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