I have a firm convinction that best is yet to come, nevertheless what's beyond next corner is the great "?" .
Will beauty stun me once more or the sad grey of empty days is going to become abitude?
First of all I'd like this flew to pass, I hate being sick. My head's hurting and I can't focus on anything. Furtheremore I am already nervous for Champions League quarter finals against Manchester United. That's fucking hell of a team.
These are days of words not said, secrets not told, speeches not spoken, conversations not talked. I vaguely hope for good news from London, already quit hopelessly look for an internship. So what I do can't be said and what I say can't be done.
I know how much my words may sound cryptic but one day I'll explain everyone, myself in first place, I swear.
In the mean time take a look at last corner's beauty.
2 comments:
Da come descrivi la situazione sembra che tu viva in una puntata di Lost...
Può sembrare telefilmesco, ma ogni tanto la fede cieca (non in sciocche credenze tipo la reincarnazione o il castigo divino) può aiutarti a campare. Se ti concentri sull' "Es muss sein" di Kundera capisci che le cose arrivano esattamente come devono arrivare e in nessun altro modo.
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