I break a rule that I gave just because basically I do some 'cock that mipare on this blog ...
Tomorrow I leave for ever from Coleraine ... I visited the campus for eight months, from the house where I stayed for eight months with a sea view, from the library, which now I write, I stayed for nights spent drinking tea and writing essays and pray and smoke out in the dark and cold in spite of thinking that everything was fine. I walk away from dolrore most powerful I've ever tried to cry from mornings spent watching where nn windows overlooking nobody, would like Petrarch, sigh at night to pray to God and curse him an hour later. I go away and it seems like yesterday when I long after I arrived, and with prices, and introduces you to the first friends I knew and I think yesterday I met Dawn and I still remember my first Guinness and my first hangover, and here the first time I have complimented the 'English or that I took the train. I `amchera everything about this place that does not smell of the sea but the smell of shit,` I will miss the friendly people and nice, the shops close at 5.30 the market that do not sell alcohol but they all sell cigarettes, `I miss the live music and the pints (someone will come in Italy but is also nn will be 'the same). I miss jameson is the friend of so many lonely nights spent crying. I always miss is the green campus with rabbits and squirrels that will pass before and flee, and contriollori train you know and you do not ask bigliettoe those who like the pearl jame it is sitting talking to me ... And I miss is the Cranage and who is inside, and the French and Germans to be with AMERICAN in the same room as if it were normal. And I miss the blue security vans and the cold of night and the sudden rains and tesco products that cost a fucking nn and that make you live and I will miss the maps and the harp that zigzag nn drink it but here we are all proud I amchera is this focus that makes it seem crazy girls of Omonia and that we understand a fucking nn (`I'll imitate). I will miss the whales that go around in miniskirts and hard faces of drunkards and flowers here duffodils high garden walk hours and the Ulster Way and murals of Derry, who will call the `ion n Londonderry because they are never a Fenian and I am proud. And I miss the days that never end No sun set on drill with 10:30 and shops open on Sundays and pubs that close to one. And the cigarettes out of the unit to anyone and I `mqahcera be in a hurry, always, and tell my roommate im fucking late! And hear him laughing and slamming the door ... and I miss playing `The Wild Rover at Anchor` .. I miss all that and many many many more cosec h and now I have no time to write because they are on campus and HO HURRY ... enn I care if this earth hates me and if I left my heart in all the ... meaning ... I know that I love her and all I need and I know that I made friends with whom I hope to stay in contact with whom to travel again and laugh with our bad English .... The next post perhaps from Galway or Dublin (being `in Dublin from 21 to 26 then I'll be in Sardinia`) ... now go ... I wanted to write a more melodramatic goodbye as my usual hand me a list unscito is inconclusive with no logical connection ... better way is ... SO I spent the past eight months .... Nn And I never end up ... but maybe not.
I'm going to be pissed if no Riviera
hello hug you all
PS: the picture that I'm in a pub (anchor) ...
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