to cover distance

u do.

spunti di svista - diciannovesima puntata

e così nuovamente mi accingo a lasciare il Paese

i soliti teatrini di sentimenti contrastanti

i giorni che non sono mai abbastanza, ma che per la convivenza tra le stesse mura sono anche troppi

niente che non si sapesse già

il solito magone

l'insonnia la notte prima della partenza

questa volta non solo non c'è nessuno ad aspettarmi all'aeroporto in Deutschland, ma non c'è nessuno a casa, nella ridente Dresda

c'è qualcuno di molto importante nel cuore, che è dove conta, ma non fisicamente a casa ad aspettarmi a braccia aperte

sarà quindi dura aprire quella porta, sgattaiolare in stanza prima di incrociare i miei coinquilini pieni di troppe domande, richiudere la porta della mia stanza alle mie spalle e... sedermi sul letto per riprendere contatto con un posto che, comunque, mi accingo presto a cambiare

la mia stanzetta è infatti prossima alla riconsegna al suo legittimo proprietario, che rientra da Monaco

e a me, a me resterà il dilemma se cercare una nuova stanza, dove, come e quando

perché in verità vi dico... io sto per farLO davvero.

e lo so che è da pazzi, ma ormai ho deciso e non me ne frega più nulla.

alcuni di voi avranno a questo punto raccolto tutti gli indizi necessari.

io ancora non svelo del tutto. parlerò molto presto. parleranno i fatti e le... immagini.

se qualcuno ha qualcosa da dire... che parli ora... o taccia per sempre...

bbuuuahahahhahahahahah

(risata fastidiosa e satanica mal riuscita).

they showed the movie we watched together and I missed u so much

bitter sweet

just finished a book

not a high literature master piece, but a nice book

I was sad when I reached my last page, because I enjoyed every bit and read it all at once (which never happens... I usually get bored at some point and drop a lot of books I start)

I had immediately this bitter sweet sensation, going along with the bitter sweet sensation of leaving Italy behind

I am sad. I am sad of going back to Dresden because I don't belong there anymore. Even if it's a transitional phase I lost my sleep thinking about being there taking care of certain things. When u don't miss a place, it's never a good sign. It means it's not ur place anymore.

Home was very good. Not a paradise anyways. There were some disappointing discussions, which made me feel more bitter than sweet. Nothing new though. People never really change for better. Neither I. Once I could have started to fight for this, I don't feel to fight for it anymore.

My stomach hurts but now I know it has nothing to do with flu and seasonal virus... it's me. It's all that has  been going on which makes me feel like this. Through difficulties to the stars.

Time to pack and go.

The only thing in my bag which keeps on making me smile is my happy thought: U.

u make me happy when skies r grey

it's raining and I don't mind

I'm happily reading a book in a couch-potato mode... and I'm loving it

I really needed this Italian pit stop to recharge batteries and to be sure that it's time to leave Germany behind for good

I apologize to all those friends who asked me about details of what's gonna happen... try to be patient, u'll have all the answers, very, very soon

;)

later alligators, the couch is missing me.

fresh start?!

even if, like they wrote somewhere else, u don't need a new year to change ur life the way u want it

I most certainly closed some doors in 2011 which I am glad to leave behind

this year is the one where I am not going to look back

everything that counts will follow, the rest has been learned from and, for what it does not matter, gladly forgotten 

I don't need a fresh start, I am ready

I have my focus and it's very clear

goodbye!

PS u r surely going to think I am crazy. Yes I am and I never pretended neither wanted to be normal anyways. Luckily enough I am a good crazy one, crazy about Life.