There was an old rule that the scout mom taught me one day when we were making a game out in the beautiful garden, Vancimuglio with many friends, and she stopped. I I protested that I wanted to go on forever gymkhana (??!!).
But she said something nice when you stop remembers more willingly, with more feeling, longing to do it again soon, to come back again.
Spring is about to blossom in the city, Francesco has already begun Yesterday evening, my flight is in 3 hours, at these latitudes bury my faithful traveling companion bought by Red Vasco Sports , who accompanied me for six years and that the world has reached its course, and Miss Vancouver for us all.
Just at the climax, after only six months, when they seem to mesh. Right now I
, piano, coyly, also began to dream in English!
This adventure is over.
course I can not take stock now: only time will tell if it has been fruitful and positive, but I know that everything is, everything makes sense, and that one thing leads to.
do not know if and when there will be another. I do not know whether and where to leave again.
The important thing is to start, however, go away, is even with the imagination.
meantime, however, I come home, where my roots.
Another airplane Another sunny place
'm lucky, I know But I want to go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home Let me go home
I'm just too far from Where You Are
I want to come home I'm coming back home
