9/5/2006 Happy Birthday to me break respite from my blog and blogs not to miss the opportunity to make me narcissistic wishes, one day in advance.
cards, thank you.
not want to battered balls with the usual litany of the transfer (which if I'm to the point where I will not be a good figure of shit not only myself but also with all those to whom I am battered balls with these existential saw the abandonment of their homeland to conquer new shores), but it is inevitable that this thing has affected the meaning of this birthday.
says, but it is a day like any other. Indeed it is, but have in front of the witness the passing of time inevitably leads to reflection. Now I'm 23 and I know that time of cazzeggiano is over, or at least will end within the next 365 days, and even before.
remember when I was small and did not understand a shit, at this age I could see myself married and graduate. At the time I said to graduate in medicine, think of all the streets that then my life has taken so far. At times I've changed, I had dreams that slowly went off, once accepted the weight of reality. There are those who continue to dream despite everything, I realized I was a frustrated dreamer, one of those che intraprende il cammino, ma si ferma a metà strada o magari prima, perché ha perso lo slancio dell'entusiasmo. Eppure in una cosa ho perseverato. C'è una cosa che mi fa sempre battere il cuore. C'è una cosa per la quale sarei disposto a sacrificare tutto. C'è una cosa che mi ha aiutato a vivere da 7 anni a questa parte. C'è una cosa che non riesco ad immaginare fuori dalla mia vita.
questa cosa ha spinto Michele il primo della classe a laurearsi con un anno fuori corso, ha spinto Michele a fermarsi alla laurea di primo livello, spinse Michele il secchione a capire la sua vera strada, o almeno, a capire cos'era che amava veramente. Of course other factors have prompted my decision. But, fuck, I want to sing, I want to compose music, sti fuck fucking books.
me just the bare minimum to get a decent job, knowing that after work I'll have my computer with my music is a thought that makes me feel good even now. I know that in this world everything can happen, but I'll be quiet until I get my music.
this was an important year was the year that I understand and accept these things. As children we dreamed of our future as adults, as kids I imagine it, now we see it take shape before our eyes, surely. Seem unrealistic changes of recent times, seem like the final episode of the series "Dawson's Creek" (fuck you, say what you want, I have always looked with passion). As a young boy and fuck you a thousand things, but those things to think about disbelief in the future, it seems absurd, have served to create what you are today. When I took the microphone in his hand for the first time I was uncertain, I have to tell the truth, I did not believe even that much, I thought for sure I'd spring for something more important. But this shit has taken possession of me and became my most important thing.
has been a year, at the cost of being repetitive, important. I hear again my heart beat faster (ehm. .. we are not talking of music), I again felt intoxicated by the feelings so strong and so complete. I felt again burn with jealousy, and cut off by suffering, disappointment. This year I lived back what was missing for years and if all things came up with a loss, I feel I have conquered something. I gained the knowledge that she may be another. In addition to realizing its importance. No, it was just a crush as kids.
leave greetings and thanks to this place, these places, these people when the time is appropriate. But just know this birthday greetings and thanks.
