Time after time I think it's just no good, sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose.But you got the love I need to see me through.
They say that sometimes, if you believe enough, dreams come true. I think it is worth the same thing for the nightmares. And so I returned to
my room in my house in my town, my country, at least from what it says on my passport, after 5 weeks of dream. Not everyone gets to realize my greatest dream, right? But it happened to me, I did, and now it is already over. Do not hide my disappointment for my return, however I think that is perceived by my words. I returned the sour girl tired of the world. But I think this will not last long, because years ago in Oxford two weeks have changed me deeply, think what will my 5 weeks in Melbourne.
to soften and let me live to remember it was enough to put on a song and hear the first notes of the piano. There are so many memories of those weeks, so many people that just would not want to leave. Happiness, that's what I tried.
leave Italy and come with the stifling heat of the night with heavy rain, to see those smilies I had not seen for some time, others that I had never seen but which were already part of my life, see the sky always seemed so close and so full of stars, the vast roads, the green meadows in front of houses, strictly to a plan, those heaters on the ground on which you could sit there. And then the big city, the skyscrapers, the subway is always full of people so kind, Flinder Street Station and its colors, the streets and shops are always open, the street artists that you did move, the guy with the bass that I've never seen and what with her smile I had improved the day. And yet the sound of dry leaves underfoot, people who smile, those who sat near me on a bench and decided to keep me company, orders that were behaving as if they were my older sister who lent me a dress for the My first date, go out alone and do not feel at all alone All this was only the backdrop to my happiness. Small gestures, small habits that made me feel too good. Some examples? I could never finish. Hot chocolate with marshmallows, appointment with a Tim Burton film rigorously and my cousin who was like a sister, sit at the table and stay in thirteen and begin to feel that my aunt sclera Single Ladies dance with my brothers, the small and treacherous Paris, Maison adoration, a forty year old that although it was already known for two days my "daddy" special, and Ingrid which soon became a mother figure. The many places where they took me, the ocean and its vastness, the icy water in spite of everything I made you want to throw myself with all the sweat, racing on the beach with the little Paris, and his moments of sclero all the times that made me angry, high fever and moments of crisis, caused solely and exclusively by the presence of my mother and the absence of friends, awareness want to come back and want to rip that return ticket. Starbucks and Hungry Jacks, the library and the huge shopping malls, the Stella McCartney dress, a marriage in which, for the first time, I have not heard too, the magnificent Brianna, all that I had more courage, and the recitation the door broken into, then the last room and all the tears at the airport who could not stop, and every little thing was so clear and magical, and even I was.
Now I'm here in the same room of a life, trying to change it as much as possible, trying to make it more similar to what could have been there when I'm with a lump in the throat caused by tears retained the phone, not make them feel what the real answer is really so different from "I'm fine."
I realize that I did not need to hide anything there, all the tears flowed, I was not just me to be aware of. Here, I had promised myself that this was the action more beautiful, happy and magical of all, but there is nothing cheerful, beautiful or magical in the telling of a dream final.
[on air: Hold on - Michael Buble]
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