Sono le 22. Finalmente sono a casa. Giornata lunghissima, come, d'altronde, ogni venerdì normale. Sveglia, tento di impaginare una tesina sul pc, mi perdo in internet, non mi accorgo che nel mentre mi passa il tempo sotto gli occhi e sono costretta a mangiare di fretta, valigia, scappo a lezione, metro, passante, scale, ct13, luci basse, slides sul telo, le palpebre che si chiudono, e poi di nuovo la luce, la testa che deve anche rimettersi a funzionare senza cedere alla voglia di week-end, parlo col prof, per fortuna che è gentile, finalmente lascio l'aula, fuori è già buio, via verso Centrale, passante, metro, escalators, train snapped, cold, change in Parma, delay of 10 minutes, ok not so much from the average, but even 5 seconds, now seem endless, finally arrives, I get, as long as the distance from window does not see the towers of GRANDEMILIA, which, I swear, I've never been so beautiful.
Milan, sometimes I think it's the fault of Milan. Or maybe just me. It 's weird, because it seems that Milan is there to tell you "If you're not up to resist, go well, no one forces you to stay, the rhythms and these people are, I do not ever I will adapt to you, or you do, or go mad and returns to defeat with his tail between his legs. " I am defeat? Not yet. I've lost a lot, but I've trained and deployed better cards. But we are only 10 minutes of the first half of the game back. But it also happens in other cities? I do not know, to me impossible to line up things, godermele one by one, I will submit a full meal, when I just want dessert.
Then back in my four walls, Emilia, and I feel I know all too well, there is no longer the problem of ranking things, things here just are not there. We must invent, then, later, once created opportunities, convinced that at the end of your day has brought you something.
Way on glasses. Inconsistent and devoid of real value. Give me a glass of Bohemia? In
while I was still here, earning flyer.
MP3 : Darling Please Come Home - the Math and Physics Club
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