dances.
7 days of pure lack. No connection to internet, no sms, no ring, no call, no chance to say "coffee?" or "beer".
7 days in which only the work will save me ... work, the concert, the music that will pass the Alien. The music in general.
7 days from today.
to starting on the doorstep, printed and marked those kisses on my cheeks, often repeated and whisper, "Take care on you, ok?"
...
Maybe that's why there are more than three hours to load music on the iPod, I try not to think and my brain now and then we end up there anyway. I miss him already and not yet boarded the plane. And do not just think that to take the midnight six days away. It 's just a mental factor, the stomach still tightens.
I really hope that does not intend to do what they said, well, tossed between a joke and a joke. Or at least I hope not to ever find out.
Because at that point, everything I held so far, I've learned to live with and accept, I'll pour him without thinking twice.
7 days of posting. Need? Everything will remain as it was? 's all a balance above the crowd.
... C'est
the malaise du moment
However I have a job. Beginning the day after tomorrow. And as I said, this will probably be one of the few things I will keep the mind busy. So I guess we plunge headlong. Determined to sudarmi every penny and breathing space that will get my (already tried) brain.
Wish me good luck.
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