Jan. 6 ....
time flies, no truce takes away everything and there's no way to stop him.
is absurd, it is already January 6 and will resume tomorrow with the usual routine yet non mi sembra vero, non mi sembra possibile. l'altro ieri finivo di impacchettare i regali da mettere sotto l'albero e solamente ieri mi preparavo per capodanno.
e ora invece, dovrei già essere pronta per fare la cartella, prendere la giacca e il mio solito pullman delle 7 e un quarto.
no, mi spiace, ma non sono ancora pronta, pronta per ricominciare...
compagni, verifiche, interrogazioni, professori, pomeriggi sui libri: ecco cosa ricomincia domani.
le medie da fare e a breve le pagelle.
già un altro quadrimestre se ne andato.
ogni tanto mi viene da pensarci ed è as if a vice stringesse me the heart that one day I entered high school and I felt like a tiny dot in a world too big for me, so small. but if they are flying away and a short four years, too short, including only a year and a half (of course if all goes well) I will throw in a world that is far larger, in a universe that is so immense and so far, yet too dark to be able to imagine its colors.
the time comes and does soak up every moment, every moment, and those that should be eternal. I realize now more than ever ... now that I hunt around the past and meeting wonderful moments they had to include a completely different character from that he is writing at this time. One with a naivety, spontaneity, simplicity as beautiful and immense, perhaps a bit 'in the bottom of my heart, I miss and I'd like to relive.
yet everything belongs to those years that seem so far away, but in reality they are around the corner. are the years of afternoons when it took was a nothing to cry for hours and laugh the next moment to do a tummy ache, are the years of the simple things that really seemed too complicated, it is the year of impossible love that you wanted to live and that turned out to be a disappointment, were the years of dreams without limits and barriers that were live, are the years of taste of laughter, innocent and sincere.
is true if you turn around and thinking about your past is not real what you have left, you feel it more beautiful and positive and negative, and this too sad to be able to compare the old days.
but I would like to emphasize that I am disappointed in my mind, the person I am, it may be presumptuous, but in reality I am proud of where I came even though I'm 17, too young to have understood what it means to live and still too much to learn before we can say to know.
you with wonderful memories of a past that takes me step by step trying to enlighten them before your trip, I will try to live this year in a different way with the spontaneity of my 15 years and a suitcase full of good advice that accumulate from day to day.
and that's the fact that tomorrow I will return to school I got to talk about myself, my past, my present from my future and wanting good ... but now I close that have already been too long.
a good start for those who return to school and for those returning to work!
Among
time flies, no truce takes away everything and there's no way to stop him.
is absurd, it is already January 6 and will resume tomorrow with the usual routine yet non mi sembra vero, non mi sembra possibile. l'altro ieri finivo di impacchettare i regali da mettere sotto l'albero e solamente ieri mi preparavo per capodanno.
e ora invece, dovrei già essere pronta per fare la cartella, prendere la giacca e il mio solito pullman delle 7 e un quarto.
no, mi spiace, ma non sono ancora pronta, pronta per ricominciare...
compagni, verifiche, interrogazioni, professori, pomeriggi sui libri: ecco cosa ricomincia domani.
le medie da fare e a breve le pagelle.
già un altro quadrimestre se ne andato.
ogni tanto mi viene da pensarci ed è as if a vice stringesse me the heart that one day I entered high school and I felt like a tiny dot in a world too big for me, so small. but if they are flying away and a short four years, too short, including only a year and a half (of course if all goes well) I will throw in a world that is far larger, in a universe that is so immense and so far, yet too dark to be able to imagine its colors.
the time comes and does soak up every moment, every moment, and those that should be eternal. I realize now more than ever ... now that I hunt around the past and meeting wonderful moments they had to include a completely different character from that he is writing at this time. One with a naivety, spontaneity, simplicity as beautiful and immense, perhaps a bit 'in the bottom of my heart, I miss and I'd like to relive.
yet everything belongs to those years that seem so far away, but in reality they are around the corner. are the years of afternoons when it took was a nothing to cry for hours and laugh the next moment to do a tummy ache, are the years of the simple things that really seemed too complicated, it is the year of impossible love that you wanted to live and that turned out to be a disappointment, were the years of dreams without limits and barriers that were live, are the years of taste of laughter, innocent and sincere.
is true if you turn around and thinking about your past is not real what you have left, you feel it more beautiful and positive and negative, and this too sad to be able to compare the old days.
but I would like to emphasize that I am disappointed in my mind, the person I am, it may be presumptuous, but in reality I am proud of where I came even though I'm 17, too young to have understood what it means to live and still too much to learn before we can say to know.
you with wonderful memories of a past that takes me step by step trying to enlighten them before your trip, I will try to live this year in a different way with the spontaneity of my 15 years and a suitcase full of good advice that accumulate from day to day.
and that's the fact that tomorrow I will return to school I got to talk about myself, my past, my present from my future and wanting good ... but now I close that have already been too long.
a good start for those who return to school and for those returning to work!
Among
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