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Today I came home early. One week it was this thick. Full of emotions, trying at the same time. It is useful because even suffer a bit, makes it grow. Indeed above. And the next will be even more hectic. My life is changing, and I have realized in three days, I should say thanks to those who inspired me to do so, despite everything. A new life, different experiences that await me, some I lost, new love on hold, or perhaps over. The redefinition of its existence is difficult, at least for me. For me, that I can hardly concentrate on myself. The others are always first. But these days I have served to do just that. I wish I had been able to explain these things, I arrive late to understand, but I get it. And I'm much shorter time. I wanted to share it now.

But maybe I just say thanks and see you soon.

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This morning I woke up with a big "headache" (all attached to give a better idea), fragmented memories of absurd dreams, his mouth mixed by too many cigarettes smoked yesterday (from this I would have already have understood my condition the day), the scar under the lip sore after years of silent coexistence. Around me glasses of wine, residues sushi, bottles, a mess.

As usual I get up, try to tame your hair and go to the bathroom, then into the kitchen to prepare a healthy coffee. While I wait I get back in the room, I open the window, turn on the computer, buried by a frenzy of sheets and other things. When I sit down, I turn to the right (while I was gone to get coffee in my cup and poured thick) and in an attempt to take the cup so you want my eyes wander over a bowl BEIJE (do not know if you write so I admit ). Beautiful, glossy, with something in it, purple, small and quiet. The plums. I would have photographed. But I do not think twice and I've got one of them was already in my mouth. That's where I remembered. For Who I'd bought, Who was eating at my place yesterday, who had left them there. And I felt really shitty. Indeed this was a millisecond later. I must say that I ate with gusto, while I felt like shit. And the more I ate more memories from the night before re-emerge with force, shoving, angrily.

After the coffee, I fixed some of the residues groceries around me. I went to the bathroom and I said to myself: "Are you fool!"

Now I am here to write, with an ashtray shaped like a fish in front of me full of cigarette butts and stones Plum, my legs hurt, a delirium of things to do, a desire and a certainty: love.

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LITERARY ADVICE

literary debut in style to Paolo Sorrentino . ironic, irreverent, and even grotesque (from title), They are all right won audiences and critics in record time.
The protagonist of this book is Tony Pagoda and is passed directly from the film's director, precisely dated from the 2001 film The Man in most movies where the spotlight was on Tony Servillo fell well in the role Neapolitan singer of all women & cocaine. And so, the bitter history of the Neapolitan artist creased from the big screen is put on paper by Sorrentino involved and excited: it's the same pagoda to tell of his life and his mistakes in Brazil, returning after 20 years Italy, the concert-symbol in front of Frank Sinatra. Politically Incorrect, painful, but always true to himself, Tony Pagoda regrets love (almost) Dante and hides behind a life lived between transgressions, euphoria and painful moments of lucidity. Impossible not to feel affection.

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a new adventure ...

midnight, prepare a suitcase for a trip that will start only next week, but tonight I realized, I heard that a new adventure has just begun a new journey with myself with the world with other people. My life may change or may already be changed or may not change at all. It 's like (remember!) Stories of Mickey Mouse, to read and to choose the ending, always in a different way. I never understood how rational you choose the first, then second and so on. For a color on the drawing, or a particularly attractive, dark appearance, or if ... So is my life. I never understood, and I'm amazed every time, how easily can change depending on my way to a meeting, a missed encounter, a chance to travel lost, another found a beautiful moonlight night in front of a beer , number found, rekindled a curiosity, a gaze that invites, or just by chance ...

I do not believe in destiny, or in any other way of divine providence, I believe too much in men and in their power to determine their lives for better or for worse, but sometimes it seems as if the events, one after another although really by chance or accident, seem a the succession of the other, one another in a functional manner so natural as to be inexplicable ... Five years ago I already happened and it was the beginning of a fantastic adventure, a piece of life I will never forget, but now another pebble and fell like an avalanche is growing, overwhelming, confusing them. I did not think would happen to me again, and I am afraid to say the least. But the joy I find in people around me convinced me that it is time to resume the reins of the avalanche, tame it, but following its natural path, seeing where this time I will.

Now a fresh breeze coming through the window, and I feel free. I will

a nice trip.