That's me. Today, like every day I got in the car to go home.
am a Pendolino, miles and km every day me and my spear y. Today
tired than usual, tired of the week long and heavy.
Tired of the past months and with a great desire to reach even my holidays.
I'd expect with a suitcase made with a plane ticket in his hands and with a series of addresses written agenda in order to tell in a million postcards in black and white as I feel, postcards then hang on the walls of the house. Watched him from the sofa, it makes me feel good.
None of this, I do not know where to go, I'll see if the flight or if I'll be in my Ancona, much loved, but sometimes so terribly unbearable.
Today was one of those days when I sat down in the car as if I were sitting in an airplane.
When I feel so, I begin to travel with the mind, thinking of faraway places, to new people, to taste spicy food, so many colors and a soundtrack that will never leave me, and I hear on the radio for all way back.
Today, I was traveling so far away that I missed the exit of the highway going straight, following the cars in front of me. When I realized I was stacked in a long line at a traffic light and strange to me.
find their way home again and the dream .... I saw this from the mirror .... Today was worth it to stop and take two shots. Today it was worth a smile and maybe a pool. Eli
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