After just over two years since, almost three months after the event which has in fact decreed the end, this blog closes. already knew that one was born a lazy morning bigiata happy, not only would have left time to time, but he lived with his time, as long as the boundary conditions would remain (the) such. The age east
academic term. No more exams for courses sclera unrealistic or notes irreparable. No more books, lunch breaks to rock gardens with bread and apple or tails inteminabili in student office.
is not an awareness or a simple fact: the image on the cover speaks for itself and tells me that something is changing. I need more order to be more efficient and, unfortunately, the price is an inevitable loss of charm in everyday life and uncertainty due to dependency initial conditions. What remains, is well understood, but on a larger scale.
At times, more or less official, when asked "what's left of this your university experience?" with a bit of hesitation because it was the other question I had prepared myself, I replied with firm tone and a clear mind after the third mojito, "energy conservation, in the strongest terms the principle of conservation of ' energy ". Yeah, what a beautiful concept ... Simple, basic and deadly, but at the same time with the power of redemption, because sooner or later the wheel turns, everything goes back into the game because nothing is created nor even destroyed.
What I have left this space? The satisfaction of having put in place accessible snapshots of my life that would otherwise be lost in time like tears in rain. Here, however, remain
as I leave now, when I'm longing to find intact the schoolboy dreaming or when you make me two giggling behind me trying to reconstruct the various Cryptic or savor that state of delirium disorder, convenient loophole an intractable reality.
PS
The question pending was, "laurel grove And now that you're gonna do that job?"
And the answer was: "Hey, I'm young, I have the health. Let me I do a job? "(t = 2min.10s)
