Can it really be happiness, that this pool with your fingers?
I have done many things this past weekend in Lucca. I saw and experienced things that until just before I did not know existed, I found myself talking to people whose existence did not know, and I tried something even remotely similar to what Torino, which was last year.
I took so much water that does not even remember where I was dry, my shoes are still Ciofi Ciofi as they are small, they are still chilled from waiting on the tracks of the station and still cry when I see like everyone else the train coming.
laugh still thinking about the guy who yelled CONGAAAA full time! like a madman, I laugh because even when we arrived at the hotel soaking wet as chicks and there were no heaters or any shower yelled or got angry. We were just, to wring clothes and climb in places absurd to try to wipe the soon as possible, because even after two hours we had to go to dinner. I laugh to think that even just a bit of imagination to transform a pair of pajamas in a suit and a lazy girl in a girl sporting potential, with loose clothing and hair tied to the least-worst.
But in the end the best memory of Lucca is one, which is independent from the real reason why I was there. The best memory was seeing a plane leaves off his arm and wave at sunset.
... two seconds after the storm broke, but it was fine.
And next year is repeated, there is no history.
change the subject, are a fool to have waited nearly two months to update but it is not everything.
short, I took a break. I need a break. With the last two shots (SasuSaku, just because I started with them and they want to end up) and then conclude what will be will be.
But really, I need to focus my energies elsewhere. I engage more with the Japanese and with English, French and back again to my beginning to study German, try to improve the design when I can (as always, grab the theory but I can never put into practice, nasty skunk) and To top it off I have to enroll in the gym and lose those stramaledettissimi five pounds.
So, mh, I think that's enough. ... What the hell to conclusion, but it should be '. The school is my last attempt on the life of the poor neuron, but we resist undeterred.
Treats, Mayumi
