probably i stayed here too long…i met people, who,with time, became my friends…. and now.. it’s not so easy to say good bye, “see you i don’t know when…”
it’s not so easy to realise, that from tomorrow i won’t be surrounded by this view…no mountains…no sea wind, no flying minds in empty seaside.
it won’t be so easy to live just in past, and not to create new stories as we were used to…no strange situations with strange people, with strange conversations, talks about something till sunrise in language, which is not yours and words which you aren’t sure if understood, just try to catch the meaning and read the eyes.
probably won’t be easy not to feel this presure of attention anymore…..
i would like to conservate: the moon of night in “Mongioie”…the mood of this beautifull festa in little streets of Finalborgo, coloured with yellow-red shadows… this “clochards” style traveling with our gioco, wine and always sound of train…
i want that you tell me a lot of optimistic words, promisses even with light lie, otherwise i’m not sure if i’ll reach this fucking “passport control”.
Iki pasimatimo
… panele.
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