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Me lo ricordo ancora quando lavoravo da Strada e la conobbi prendeva sempre quel piatto di pasta al pomodoro e nella sua semplicità c’era sempre qualcosa di sbagliato - doveva cucinarglielo sempre Alfonsino o al massimo Oleg e se non erano loro se ne rendeva conto subito. È sempre stato un testardo! Ma è quello che mi ha fatto avvicinare a lei, quando passava in ristorante era una gioia potermi sedere con lei e sentire le sue storie, quel periodo era oro. Mi ha sempre trattato con immenso rispetto ed io uguale, ho sempre fatto fatica a darle del tu. Lei mi ha insegnato cos’è l’amore anche se di figli non ne ha, lei mi ha insegnato ad apprezzare il vino ed il Piemonte. Lei che di tornare a Torino non me ne hai mai parlato, ma che per il suo papà aveva un’adorazione. E lo sentivo. Ci siamo visti poco, ma sentiti sempre. Quando ero via, mandarle un messaggio con le foto di dove fossi era un pochino come farle vivere le mie storie. E la gioia più grande è stata poterle raccontare del ...

"Where do you live?" "Anywhere" That's thr obvious answer I've got everytime somebody's asking me. I don't have bed, I don't have room, I don't have a proper space to leave my stuff. He, my friend, yesterday told me. "You miss your space, the time to put your music on, the time to reach your greatest creativity in ur own thoughts" "Right." But what shall I do ? If my heart and my mind don't have any time to rest and being quiet. I just follow my feelings, ending every time perhpas under the same roof. But in a different space. If I think that this one is the closest way to have a relationship.. I'm wrong. And I know that. Can I do something about ? Do I need a doctor ? Or medicine ? Trying ur best to be strong, to let understand people that you don't mind. That it could be in that way cause for you is fine. Having thousands of questions that none understand. Being ignored everytime you try to talk about ...

The will to say anything. The need to shut. I must don't forget that this is a public blog and that I cannot write whatever bullshit I'd like to. I'd like to talk about the people, about any kind of people, about the ones in the streets, the ones with who I work with, the ones are taking piss of me and I don't understand why. The ones that are far but I never forget, the ones that need someone who might take look after them. I was in the tube with a colleague and I could not took my eyes off from an apparently old lady who was reading a Holy Bible and writing notes on it. I turned to my friend and I said him without stop looking at her " I cannot stop to look at her" and he said "Yeah, I cannot too". My feelings were really confused. I don't know what I was feeling, but was something from the inside that was impossible to keep under control.. Then..? Many people keep being rude between each others. And I still cannot understand that. Ho...

After a what it seems long week here I am writing about me and my everything ( which is not a person definitely  ! lol )  This week has begun with a nice party in Fulham to Carla's place.. Was pretty nice. I went with Andrea who seems like ages without meet up! The same guy, same guy of last year, same friend if I can add! We had some talks till late then we went at home getting ready for the next morning which was going to be our first time to Richmond park. What I might say ? ! Has been pretty nice going there. Was first afternoon about 1pm, was sunny and wasn't that cold. I really enjoyed. More talks, walking like crazy travelers in unknown lands ! ( : Ahaha, has been funny and for a several hours I felt like anything could hurt me and completly free. Free. Free.  - Sometimes one of the worst feelings is when you don't feel anything at all. When you feel like having nothing to say to anyone. And you're just going around as a mental pretending to don't un...

Feeling like a half human after watching a movie is kinda stupid.. There's nothing worse than to want to have a movie's life. Where everything is perfect. There's nothing wrong and the whole eternity is already written . Is too hard to live sometimes.. Is like being children until the end of the days. When one day you wake up and you realize that everything you had need are just simple solutions. There aren't good manners no bad feelings. Just you and your dreams.. But I'm feeling pretty good in here. I've got everything, life, dreams, outbursts, passions, hobbies, inspirations. The right moment, the right night, the right time. I've not any solutions. Just questions. In a few hours I've to wake up to go to work but it doesn't matter so much. I keep moving, I keep going around, I keep feeling free like everything were nearly to be over. I feel extremely free as I never felt before. That's my own secret world in which none can enter. Ju...

Taking home people from our city is such a pleasure! Especially when they are so welcomed. Is like introducing our life to them.  "Look now this one is my life. I want you to know how I'm living."  That's so important to me. To make them part of that, feeling them closer than when I was living in Italy. It's like home.  I love it in all of its form.  Having a chat, eating some junk food mixed with a traditional plate of pasta with tomato sause.  And after the sweet taste of a big slice of chocolate cheesecake.  Sooner I want to do a real album of pictures. I want to have them in paper too so I can feel them... ♡ Portare a casa persone della propria città è proprio un piacere ! Specialmente quando sono così ben voluti ! E' come introdurre la propria vita a loro!  "Guarda questa adesso è la mia vita! Voglio che tu sappia come vivo." Questo è veramente importante per me ! Fare in modo che ne...