Fireflies Ron Pope Sheets Free

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?