In this period I always reminded of a passage of those sages who wrote the journalist Luca Goldoni.La feeling of a year that ends you feel better at the end of August when the beaches sbaraccare umbrellas and cabins, when you see elderly people sitting on the pedal now pulled to shore for the winter, when disassembling the cabine.A New Year you have the feeling of a party obliged but not one year that ends ....... ................. FESCO now I feel the scorching heat all day and disappeared, and every year I plan to enjoy the summer in full, and every year I find myself here to say it. ..... will be 'just the fatigue that takes over is not even want to try to live the covers and postcards going swimming, going to the beach to make a life on the beach, I like to stay here to put things in order , my memories, look for a way out of a vortex of life quotidiana.Lo ends the summer because I understand that you must cover the evening, is no longer 'should eating slush, ice, ice cream every summer frutta.Cerco friends that there are no more ', as the train starts to go and bathe in some sea home, I try to run those evenings spent that morning on the beach that afternoon on pedalo ', but I know that back'................ more melancholy every time it was almost a constant returns to those moments when the reckoning in a vita.Ripercorro the second film of my life, the phone rings there ok 'to work, chido umbrellas in my mind, I would like to reopen the diaries and notebooks scoastici but instead there are even those, how many remember when you chased the stationer for textbooks ...... already ', but now the problems are other more' thorny, how? watch forward with her eyes full of tears for the emotions arising from a school diary many years ago ........ a fresh greeting from Bruno Nicora
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