I can almost like a trip back in time to reconstruct my memories mente.Ecco sussuegono flash in my eyes I see the green cinema, the cashier at the pole on the bench, the thick red curtains and a cartoon, the last time I set foot there was to see "RoboCop" and them there was the handover between my childhood and adolescence. I see my youth, carrying a iperteconologico vhs movie by stephen king a foggy Saturday night and pull ghiacciata.Passeggiate snowballs on the outskirts, chemistry classes, still foggy and spent Saturday night in front of a stationer and out-of-featured scientific calculator campaggiava and stared at them for minutes I imagined the scope of electronic mano.Ritorno oratory and in the window of a toy store was on display a "Intellivision", and then one Saturday afternoon in a friend's house in the suburbs did arise from a polystyrene box dreams and magic with a commodore 16.Al Saturday a pizza that seemed to be the focus of the evening, a walk in the cold, and then on Sunday I returned them to experience the thrill of the "Saturday in the village." One Saturday in late October in a bar melted in his mouth and Alpenliebe with a friend playing "supermario" then ping pong in the garage, then another bar with video games from them a few years have agonized crushed by pc.I first stores selling potato chips, a pale copy of the American fast food.Qualche ran away to Milan at Christmas made us feel great ..... but here is a vortex is rolling back when I was shaking the question, when at Christmas we went to see "rambo2, remember three in the morning fog in Tortona, the group meets in the center with their classmates, but echoed a chemistry class and then at home to build a crib, I remember unNatale dry, cut a cake in half ', a Commodore 64 games that loads taken on newsstands . I still want the smell in the nose of the fair in Tortona, Easter, the first time you went out without a jacket, putting an altar boy on Saturday afternoon, the cozy house on Saturday night seemed always a party! every day that passes these memories I fade .... more and more 'hard to keep them alive, others remember the press circoluzioni brain to look for a place ......... I do not know what I'd give to relive those moments .............. .
