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is coming also the end of 2010. It 'was an unusual year, special, important, one of those years like 2005 and 2008. And here I am in bed with cold feet and no desire to put his socks, which I listen to Death Cab For Cutie and I think that maybe in some special appearances are very minor, but they wanted me to say any more certain events such as the examination of state, birthday, anniversary with Nico, the beginning of the university, etc..

I'm talking about moments like waking up every Sunday morning in the Latvian Nicola Valley in the afternoon fooling around instead of studying, but also the afternoons real studio (which will have a score in a year and are concentrated in the period from May to June ) I'm talking about when I went out to dinner and Nico also 3 nights in a row and then came home and we pesavamo well or badly and I maintain my weight while he grew fat, and then the sleepless nights in Lido at home with a thousand people on the beach and the cafe on the corner, that morning when we stole the pedal and we went to see the sunrise in the sea and I put down the clothing of the Negro and his phone is soaked, then c ' Woodstock was in Cesena and the last day on the beach with her mom and Nichi, we did all those great pictures and ate ice cream, hand in hand in the center of Milano Marittima making absurd travel to where we spent the summer of next year. And when it's finished in September, the summer is over, ended up on sunny days, arrived looking a bit 'colder, the wind began to pull not only messes up your hair, but also requires a jacket and, with the end of summer, we ended up Nico and I also avoid all travel on our holidays, no more waking up together, no more calls before going to sleep, no more afternoons in the store and nothing more than cuddling with her cats, only a very large empty and little desire to eat, sleep and not feel like a lot, a lot like listening to sad music and fill the pillow with tears. And about mid-October is the time of the turning point in the room to accept a job that I attended with my 15 years, meet new people, new guys, drinking, dancing, singing, screaming, crap, end the evening and still want to have casino, forget a little 'time to what he did wrong and find a second family to make some noise on Saturday, Sunday and vegetate meet on Monday. and my year will end up this way: in a dingy nightclub, with people happy anyway, certainly with the heels and toes resulting tortured.
For 2011 I hope that Berlusconi should resign, that I will not say my tests go well, but at least decent, I hope to find a home in Bologna, that my grandfather did not suffer as he is suffering now that my parents are less stressed and I hope very much to come back 's summer in the same place as always with the usual long friends. is that asking so much?

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Hello. I do not know how you are going there for these school holidays, but here we are a real disaster.
Apart from the fact that we do not have to go to school, obviously, but to have a little 'rest every now and should be a sacred right of people or children or not? Too bad that Gianfresconi Bernadette, our teacher decided to give us less than 28 issues to be addressed during the holidays. He says that we are almost illiterate, and perhaps you are right, but 28 subjects would be too much for a great writer! Luckily Uncle
Cat I always suggest new ones. Now it is fixed I have to go with him to New Year's celebration of cats, a wonderful subject for a theme (and perhaps, I might add, even for a macabre tale).
However I will do, go to the party and then we'll all go to the home of Cuorebaldo. I think Roger will also Tempofosco with his new girlfriend and Ayse with a new motorcycle jacket. And you, as you will spend New Years?

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when there was Nico, the winter I was happy.

now is cold, it hurts my head and heart.

I feel my feet wet by sea water and not the tears that fall when I hold his head between his knees.

I hear the sound of the waves and not the train that stops for take in the chaos of Bologna.

would like to see the stars, lying on a bed with the fleece of my best friend and his head resting on his shoulder, instead of seeing the ceiling of my room or at the cloudy sky and low limit of a chaotic city.

sing out loud and I have before me only the water and the distant lights of the platforms in the ocean, no walls.

I have a bottle of wine and laugh hopping here and there, until you fall asleep exhausted ... and here we are.