I have often thought that I had ripped to the Land of Life and one of its best flowers that ever again, I would have had a chance to breathe their fragrance because I am too old for their freshness.
Today I can admit that there are beautiful plants, produced by beautiful flowers and that this time, someone ‘else has stripped away, and I want to prune again because my age with their allows me to breathe their fragrance and I want them in my home…
Time is running fast and my age as well. Outside the real summer is never come as the past when I was child or teenager. A timid sun today and it is yet half of July. I have not real motivation for typing on this blog like a teenager with his diary, but I want to made still alive this my space on the net in the name of the past and all my time i have spent.
My travel in Uk was great by new and old met. London is a great city BUT I think that it cover well all problems of the Nation. For an instant, I have thought to try to transfer but how with all my dreams here and the love of my parents that from now, I see them be older than before.
I can move outside only for Love…
Time is almost over for found the right person of my side;
Time is almost over for to be a dad;
Time is almost over for hope to change my job condition;
Time is almost over for plan the day after.
Time to dream and fighting is not end.
The game is not over.
I have booked the next depeche’s show here in Milan at Arena on february 2014. A rest time is going to live again after O2 Arena at the City…