Dangeroustype leaves, but she'll return: I met her on this little bizarre thing that www.habbo.com is. Goodbye Geneva: you'll be back, I am sure.
Someone is away, someone awakes, someone never leaves. And then there's me: my presence is interleaved with voids, voids, and voids.
My feelings are very strange at this time.
All I can do is working: I travel Italy up and down, I've been in my father's homeland deep in the south, Sicily, which I never visited before. Fish, oranges, and sun. I've been in Naples: dirt, thieves, nise. I've been here, I've been there, I've been listening and speaking. I'm living the Fight Club life - always in an airport, catching single portions of life.
"Do you want a seat by the window?"
"Of course, thank you"
And so on.
In a week I may be stable again, in Verona. Such a cold city, such cold people, many problems awaiting me. I can't have a true relationship. I can't have a day which I can call "mine" at all. What can I have for now? Maybe a place in this board, now and then ;)
.andrea
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