Turin. "My" bed, "my" room. Too many quotes.
After all, my life.
Turin, he comes back.
This time, as the Vechi times. He greets us at home and see at Christmas.
want to be different, not the end of a line, for example. Although with a little effort can still succeed. Ordunque, Torino again.
Or rather, otra vez.
I miss Madrid. What am I missing? I miss the worship of Canha (I'm on windows, I do not egne) and tapa .. I miss the effe. Effe as folly, as effe Fobbia, as effe effe. Indeed, tornarei willingly, and soon Hispanic ricalpesterò the ground, and promise to desire. I hope to be employed.
not effe of the future, I do not want to stay here to speculate, diagnose and estimate. I do not care that much.
It incorporates, therefore, without shoes but with a desire to travel was limited to perhaps the first continental rail, but which now takes some foreign wings, northern, horizontal, oblique.
search, discover, what are you?
Perhaps the desire to change the routine of Piedmont, one that forces you to go home at 23, an ultimatum. Life Turin, shared life. New roommate.
seems nice. The changes in the comment as usual, though for now I see my trend with those which should take me to shake up something interesting.
Still can not find anything, maybe it will be because of the music, I try to innovate and discover, not without some difficulties. But winter is coming, and he helps me secure.
Ska.
ail I miss my sax. Not that I know play too much, but I miss the taste of the hip, and high whistles.
desire to change, unwilling to change.
Operation weight loss, for now .. follow the operation gym, and then always do the trip.
One by one, wait for Madrid!
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