finally returns to study with renewed commitment and stable concentration. home Sunday to today, after a dinner at home with my father on a day like this, where Mom would have celebrated his sixty-first birthday. We cuddled our love, emerged strengthened from this test and I abandoned the anti-migraine diet for one day, stuffing also French fries, excellent and proven antidepressant. Emergo by two days of healthy regressions. The day Friday was really a plunge backwards into a past that sometimes I would really revive, to recover a dimension of living that we often feel the remoteness and strangeness. In a fleeting passage between two cities, my city, Pisa and Florence, have materialized in my mind the last few years: from the small apartment on the outskirts of Pisa, in those enlightened lungarni, loved and hated in the house inhabited by so much love, to cross those streets far and wide by a motor that now follows the days of a teenage cousin. Back
back accompanied by a constant and dedicated by the latest concert Francesco Guccini, enjoyed the mere thought back to those many trips dealt with spirit as a teenager. So Joan and I we made to reconstruct the map of our joints, our loves ones with those sought in solitude, to remember every moment and every lineup of songs, each bun and every encounter. And together we reflected on the violence of the time, which farcene without even realizing it, we crunched ten years with amazing speed, taking away a lot of things: dreams, projects, homes, love, mothers.
I wonder if I would be prepared to haggle this expectation adults, but most of the Registry of the heart, with a decade of reverse, I wonder how I would go back all'indistinto territory of my twenties, during my years of total dive miei studi universitari e del mio amore apparentemente incrollabile. Adesso su questa scrivania, finalmente di nuovo sommersa da fogli di appunti e libri invecchiati, lancio uno sguardo alle mie cose e indirettamente a me stessa, e penso che davvero sto facendo quello che ho sempre desiderato ed a cui sono arrivata per giri tortuosi e percorsi scoscesi. Ma penso anche che, pur di respirare di nuovo quell'entusiasmo spontaneo e quell'appassionato poter essere imbevuto di futuro, sarei davvero pronta a respirare di nuovo con affanno su quelle salite, anche solo per un attimo. Canzone di oggi: Vasco Rossi, E adesso che tocca a me
“ E adesso che sono arrivato fin qui grazie ai miei sogni
What do I do with the fact that I no longer
now my illusions
what I care about the truth
now I understand how the world
what I do with the sincerity ...
And now that I no longer have my scooter
what I do with a machine
and now that there is more
Topo Gigio
what I care about Switzerland ... "
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