Good evening, noble souls. Or rather, good night!
's me. The minstrel who sings in his own way, the stories of your beautiful lives.
Farewell? There are maybe missing?
With a bit of selfishness, I hope so. Because you, me, you missed a Friday night.
What wonderful feeling: the pen that has been soaked in ink flows over a virgin parchment
driven by my strong hand.
A shiver runs a zigzag slalom on my back.
I'm back here with you. I'm writing again.
I returned to talk to me.
This evening I will be alone on the stage of our great theater. Nothing
deaf percussion orchestra, and no scenery-trees with toilet off the premises. Tonight
your imagination will only be channeled by my words.
My story, soup moments in order, beginning with a Sunday evening. One Sunday
quite agitated. That afternoon
Inzaghi and Kaka had decided to make me understand what a championship would go sweaty.
Roma three points, and some ghosts who wanted so much to reappear.
the evening, wonderful, in your company. Bars
the Gourmet's Lair. Rho. As always.
I come home, and a message flies on me.
A girl would have passed under my house to collect them.
In every sense.
got into the car. I look at her intently.
It 's you. The Silvia. My Silvia.
My classmate belonging to one of my distant past. The
girl who once wished very close, but I could not and wanted to have with me Asthe I had not felt ready for such a great responsibility.
I was aware that such a feeling at that age I could have torn, so I decided not believe it.
Immediately, even before it could be.
Dropping everything into a limbo of words that I wanted to say but I never said. Moments that I would have liked, but I never had.
I decided not to run after her, when she, perhaps hoping that I did, taken a different path from mine.
I gave her. And until recently I was convinced that life giving me the same reason.
In my mind, however, is always This was a thought.
Fortissimo, uncomfortable and dangerous.
gave me The feelings that clashed loudly with the life that I possessed and I felt perfect. I tried to fight it
flattening. Avoiding any possible contact with her.
In eight years I have scarcely ever heard from him. If not the odd message.
It was a fabulous find everything. Certainly not a limit.
was the past. It had to be just that.
But sometimes fate had fun with me.
I happened to meet her very often without him neither she nor I had anticipated.
randomly. Unbelievable. Irrational.
On the train, restaurants, university, shopping center, on the premises Milan, the concert Vasco.
How many people I met in my life? How many of those attending my own posts?
Why all this happened to me only with her? The
met everywhere. And always in a very short time and quota in which I found myself alone. I
embarrassment and terror more complete.
Plus, sometimes, that thought: "What would have happened if ..."
The Silvia came back after time immemorial in front of me.
His eyes. Incredibly unique in their elusive color.
His lips. To design a smile that fills my heart.
Yes, her lips. Those lips.
The first I ever kissed ...
She had just emerged from a difficult situation.
He was living the storm thanks to you I had just passed.
Both have a strong desire to speak to us, but above all to listen.
My recent past but had not yet been completely defeated.
My wounds were still open. I lived
evil, in complete distrust of love, and then life itself.
In my busy life, with zero moments of rest and denouncing his free time that I was forced to stop and think.
Remember ... I never wanted to go to bed ...
After the first time we met Sylvia and I as much as possible.
Sereno at any time. Always with the feeling of being left with the same person that I had lost long ago.
But this time I felt in myself a maturity and wholeness of mind that almost ten years of life you give.
Next to her I felt it started to feel different.
My recent past did not give me confidence.
I did not want to believe.
So to exacerbate this belief drew to you and myself a situation much worse than it really was.
It was as if I was afraid to show nudity.
But your words
AleBerta: "How can a rock stem the sea, you'll see ... "
Dani: "Invite Colico, it'll tell you ... "
Matt: " Do not rush. ... Let "
leave little room for lying to my short legs.
has upset my life. Canceling my stupid beliefs.
Struck by foundations.
Not all situations are created equal.
The past must help you improve your future, not to limit it.
took her to Genoa, to the inclusion of the state exam in the afternoon we went to Alassio and the day after the race I went Gallarate as strong as ever in my life. Although I had only trained for a fortnight in a year.
I arrived in Strasbourg, where for the first time I heard it might be wonderful irrational affinity between two people.
After a second day in Alassio, at the end of June, we decided it was time to finally become inseparable ...
And this is what we are now inseparable ... finally.
do not know my future, although I have a vague idea.
I will live every day with a smile that I found, with a new-found strength to fight the dark moments that await me ... hoping to always have you by my side, to remind me what I was.
My eyes are again turned on. It's me. Always.
Claudio.
's me. The minstrel who sings in his own way, the stories of your beautiful lives.
Farewell? There are maybe missing?
With a bit of selfishness, I hope so. Because you, me, you missed a Friday night.
What wonderful feeling: the pen that has been soaked in ink flows over a virgin parchment
driven by my strong hand.
A shiver runs a zigzag slalom on my back.
I'm back here with you. I'm writing again.
I returned to talk to me.
This evening I will be alone on the stage of our great theater. Nothing
deaf percussion orchestra, and no scenery-trees with toilet off the premises. Tonight
your imagination will only be channeled by my words.
My story, soup moments in order, beginning with a Sunday evening. One Sunday
quite agitated. That afternoon
Inzaghi and Kaka had decided to make me understand what a championship would go sweaty.
Roma three points, and some ghosts who wanted so much to reappear.
the evening, wonderful, in your company. Bars
the Gourmet's Lair. Rho. As always.
I come home, and a message flies on me.
A girl would have passed under my house to collect them.
In every sense.
got into the car. I look at her intently.
It 's you. The Silvia. My Silvia.
My classmate belonging to one of my distant past. The
girl who once wished very close, but I could not and wanted to have with me Asthe I had not felt ready for such a great responsibility.
I was aware that such a feeling at that age I could have torn, so I decided not believe it.
Immediately, even before it could be.
Dropping everything into a limbo of words that I wanted to say but I never said. Moments that I would have liked, but I never had.
I decided not to run after her, when she, perhaps hoping that I did, taken a different path from mine.
I gave her. And until recently I was convinced that life giving me the same reason.
In my mind, however, is always This was a thought.
Fortissimo, uncomfortable and dangerous.
gave me The feelings that clashed loudly with the life that I possessed and I felt perfect. I tried to fight it
flattening. Avoiding any possible contact with her.
In eight years I have scarcely ever heard from him. If not the odd message.
It was a fabulous find everything. Certainly not a limit.
was the past. It had to be just that.
But sometimes fate had fun with me.
I happened to meet her very often without him neither she nor I had anticipated.
randomly. Unbelievable. Irrational.
On the train, restaurants, university, shopping center, on the premises Milan, the concert Vasco.
How many people I met in my life? How many of those attending my own posts?
Why all this happened to me only with her? The
met everywhere. And always in a very short time and quota in which I found myself alone. I
embarrassment and terror more complete.
Plus, sometimes, that thought: "What would have happened if ..."
The Silvia came back after time immemorial in front of me.
His eyes. Incredibly unique in their elusive color.
His lips. To design a smile that fills my heart.
Yes, her lips. Those lips.
The first I ever kissed ...
She had just emerged from a difficult situation.
He was living the storm thanks to you I had just passed.
Both have a strong desire to speak to us, but above all to listen.
My recent past but had not yet been completely defeated.
My wounds were still open. I lived
evil, in complete distrust of love, and then life itself.
In my busy life, with zero moments of rest and denouncing his free time that I was forced to stop and think.
Remember ... I never wanted to go to bed ...
After the first time we met Sylvia and I as much as possible.
Sereno at any time. Always with the feeling of being left with the same person that I had lost long ago.
But this time I felt in myself a maturity and wholeness of mind that almost ten years of life you give.
Next to her I felt it started to feel different.
My recent past did not give me confidence.
I did not want to believe.
So to exacerbate this belief drew to you and myself a situation much worse than it really was.
It was as if I was afraid to show nudity.
But your words
AleBerta: "How can a rock stem the sea, you'll see ... "
Dani: "Invite Colico, it'll tell you ... "
Matt: " Do not rush. ... Let "
leave little room for lying to my short legs.
has upset my life. Canceling my stupid beliefs.
Struck by foundations.
Not all situations are created equal.
The past must help you improve your future, not to limit it.
took her to Genoa, to the inclusion of the state exam in the afternoon we went to Alassio and the day after the race I went Gallarate as strong as ever in my life. Although I had only trained for a fortnight in a year.
I arrived in Strasbourg, where for the first time I heard it might be wonderful irrational affinity between two people.
After a second day in Alassio, at the end of June, we decided it was time to finally become inseparable ...
And this is what we are now inseparable ... finally.
do not know my future, although I have a vague idea.
I will live every day with a smile that I found, with a new-found strength to fight the dark moments that await me ... hoping to always have you by my side, to remind me what I was.
My eyes are again turned on. It's me. Always.
Claudio.
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