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It's been a while.

I never feel like posting here, but tonight i do. I think i have never posted here since i am at University.
University is fun, i don't study at all and i'm taking classes of american and russian literature, but i am forgetting about english grammar&english language because i don't practice. I don't learn russian language either. University for me is much more about cooking alone, at my flat in Trieste, and smoking too much. But i'm fed up about smoking and i think i quitted or something, these days. Now i'm home and tomorrow,let's say today, i'm gonna see my baby boy-it's almost a week that i don't see him-. I feel like someone who's trying to translate sentences from italian to english, instead of thinking sentences directly in english. And come on, i went to an International High, i was spending 80% of my time speaking english.
I feel bad about having lost my knowledge-or supposed knowlege- in english language, uni sucks.

My biggest regret, know what?
I should have chosen Architecture or Interior Design. But love made me choose to stay instead of going to Milan.
And thinking it twice, i don''t regret my choice. Because i chose LOVE and my babies will be named Matilde and Amedeo and Adelaide and Regina
And, if love won't work, i'll choose interior and my furniture piecies will be named Matilde and Amedeo and Adelaide and Regina.
After the kids, of course. And anyways, i will own a magazine.

love to anyone

Once upon a time there was a girl hidden in a dark room.
The sun was setting behind her, while a boy was sleeping in an orange couch with his hand covering his soft lips, as he was dreaming of something very profound&amazing.
The wind was still blowing outside and the summer was at its beginning...What we had was nothing but hopes for the summer we would have shared together. The girl standed still. The breathe of the boy made a little funny noise and while the smoke was surrounding her head she smiled, staring at him.

Then he woke up, their eyes met each other in the magic and sad twilight of May and it seemed like that moment could have lasted forever. But the sound of a broken glass in the kitchen came clear at their ears and in less than a second the spell was broken. The glimpse of happiness and perfection was just pure illusion and in the exact moment of the brokening the girl had a vision and realized it all.
The boy came to kiss her and it was the sweetest kiss ever but she knew it wouldn't have last. He said: "How long did i sleep?I guess it's late, gotta go home now". Then he left.
But went back & left another time, and so on for the whole summer. Until the fragile vision became clear...he was finally able to read the emptiness surrounding their souls and as the summer came to an end their love came to an end as well.