Oggi 30/12/2006, prima di iniziare ad affrontare una nuova vita, ho deciso di aprirmi un blog, non ho la più pallida idea di cosa sarà la mia vita, tremo come una foglia al vento, c'ho un mondo di cose da fare, ma non riesco ad uscire di casa, c'ho bisogno di scrivere, elaborare, understand.
Well, let's see what brings this new launch.
I'm going to buy a phone subscription ... I forgot I just moved to Brussels or Brussels (Bruxelles in French, Brussel in Dutch, German Brüssel, Brussels in English, English Bruselas, Bruxelas in Portuguese) ... cool eh? Today of course it rains.
Today 30/11/2007
For eleven months away from my first post ... exchange of new life. I get home. I'm home. Long list of things to do, same fears that bind me, the same need to write, draw, understand.
I changed the templates for the blog and put a new line. But I'm always I encountered my life ... eleven months ago, the attempt to realize a dream, a new plan of life ... now it seems not to have such.
So much has happened and yet I always have the same fears and the same fragility ', and to compulsively repeat the same mistakes often.
I look around scared as if I had twenty years experience behind us and nothing to lean on. Young women
spectacular (spectacular is that stupid men leave behind) come knocking on my door asking for advice, that the only thing that I've got to give it to my confusion. Old friends
essays celebrate my return as I did not see the failures in the eyes.
And a knight in love with colored gerbera leaves every morning in front of my window.
My depression I saw in my face, I recognize his sure-footed, who knows where to hit, love hit me from behind and plant fragrant flowers where I pay only tears.
oscillates as a pendulum and I try my direction.
good start ... of course it's sunny out today.
Apart from that dreams go if one makes them go
some others will have always defended you should have seen them finish
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