public here what I think for two reasons, for future reference not to make the same mistake and why I hope the reader to understand that a particular person has committed a mistake.
knowing full well she's who I'm talking about please please do not post if you are not the people involved.
I love music, who knows me is not new, at 4:35 of the day today I was still filling my support Music up to capacity, I have two gigs of space and was using them all, a range of possibilities that still not enough because I was just to pass the time listening back to what at that time I had a desire to rediscover.
was going to meet the person who I eventually learned to respect and to love, I needed to find and remove sounds that persistent worm that struck between the eardrum and the hammer, the impression that something was wrong, the voice of my Cricket staff and that pain in the ass telling me that something was not running as it should, the last phone call I felt was strange.
I had a reason maybe it was submerged I sensed something that I consciously did not understand.
Mi sono visto costretto a smettere e camminavo avanti e indietro per la cucina,provavo,non trovavo pace,poi mi imponevo di forza di allungarmi sul letto,finalmente ci riesco e proprio quando stavo per darmi del cretino perchè non dovevo preoccuparmi arriva un messaggio,dice che non può venire e di non recarmi a 500 km di distanza,circa 500 km non proprio,non so cosa fare.
Cerco spiegazioni e non ne trovo,mando due messaggi dove carinamente chiedo spiegazioni ma non mi viene data risposta,non sapendo se partire o restare e chiudere definitivamente,mentre siedo sul letto con la testa tra le mani cercando le spiegazioni più assurde muovendola come farebbe un imbambolato. Poi il colpo di genio,mi rimetto le cuffie and the music starts, I find the rhythm.
Parto, do not do it for you, do not do it for me, I do it for friends who have encouraged me, I do it for my sister that if I could do it alone I prepared a backpack with lots of love for my mother he had done to the rim just bought new pants.
I'll wait.
if there will be around even this will be the ideal alone, but our paths will share forever.
Even as I write now the ears are plugged, what I'm listening to?
Otis Redding-Sitting On the Dock Of The Bay
I like a lot but I do not watch the ships pass by the bay without hope.
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