E 'over the period (h) hostage. No
lords, the aliens abducted me and did a brain transplant (although, honestly, I do not offend), but I finished working as a hostess at the Auditorium of Rome, for the Festival of Science.
fantastic experience, and as usual I thought I would not do it.
Meanwhile, I started to get up at six in the morning (sometimes before) enjoying the cold face, the flap of the commuters, the expectation that the little bar tru (s) cido front of the auditorium opened to drink the first coffee of the day with that 'inimitable "Abbbellla buongggiorno! Morning 'love actually' competing to see who Ariva first eh? Chettepossssino, 'notch your oh."
Epppoi, watch the sun set the lights of a train in the distance, with "All Is Full of Love" by Bjork in my ears, is priceless. For everything else there is the smell of train brakes.
[..] And now I am here again, a bit stunned by the thoughts and music. I'm collecting
sleepless nights, some tear, swirling thoughts, a bit of healthy despair, books about books-I do not know where to get-and tests that may not convince me at all.
Or maybe I just have not convinced me at all (?).
Certainly, after nearly a month of absence, maybe I should unleash una delle mie postille posticce pasticciate, facendo il clown come al solito. Sinceramente, chissenefrega.
Comincio ad interrogarmi anche sull'utilità di un blog, dove possono cadere occhi (s)conosciuti che non mi aiutano, ahimè.
On air: discografia di DamianoRisoBlondeltrasudantedepressione.
Non serve che io spieghi perchè.
