Sooner or later I would have done it? Sooner or later I should update this blog ... so better remove the tooth right away ...
On this summer there is little to say and much, much, much to swear ... and I say no more.
According to all my friends I am slowly turning into a doormat .... well ... Fuck you ... and I say no more.
All readers of this blog have got to see me so I do not need to tell my summer (that would be pretty boring anyway).
Tomorrow I leave. I do not know what to say. I can only just think that tomorrow I will speak in another language, another country and is unlikely I will understand a word of what I say Adrian, my taxi driver in Belfast, or cited in Susan Crooks when I'll give the money of the lease, or three Frenchmen who will live with me.
be honest ... I do not miss it for anything ... maybe just a bit '... I really miss those already knows ... and I miss so much (yeah I know ... I'm a doormat). And the more I miss my guitars ... and then.
I have everything in place ... apart from the brain ... but what you already know ... I
flight, taxi, home are in place, I just have to go ...
Tomorrow may open a crossroads in my life, or it may be the usual failure ... but for once I can not see it totally black ... say a park, view the land where I'm going ... make dark green ...
A post soon my address and contacts that they should send strictly myrtle and montenegro ...
I wanted to write some kind of farewell full of pathos and alliterazioni, but tasteless meatloaf is the only thing that I am ... take it as it is.
I hope to write a little something in English in day ...
Well, now I'm going ... And the next post will come from green and piovosissimo Ulster.
Hello everyone and thanks to everyone for their support and good wishes.
PS: In the picture: one of my recent self-timer.
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