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starts in two weeks ... no, not really

I enjoy the end of August and early September that I like. And this year with a difference. Do not start anything in two weeks. In two weeks I do not see anyone. In two weeks I will not have to do more than tree-lined street. It 's a bit a vacuum, but at least there is no more the anguish and the lack of desire. What is worse then in the future? What do you find the worst? Yes, maybe yes. But now I'm happy. Freshman. And according to the thinking of people with tendencies dextrose, future unemployed hundred percent no possibility of escape. Luckily there is a desire to engage and churn.

I enjoy these days, I enjoy the sun, dinner on the balcony, going to bed late, the days in Milan, pizza with friends, messages, four in the morning, the dreams in Parco Sempione. And I also enjoy the latest balances if you know where to look to find a dress from Benetton to five euro: what ever I do not remember. And I enjoy the lessons of painting on cloth of my mother who is already jealous because I say I'm better at. I enjoy the week without lawyers and law firms. I enjoy racing with the Ale and help with its test for the university. I enjoy the sleep away from home, the costs at the supermarket that flared my uncle and go with him in a shop that sells only models clothes and make fun of it all sweatshirts present there, without finding one that does not make the effect cotecchino.

Talking, writing, speaking, being a little 'alone, reading, talking with Kansas, reading, going out, talking, hugging, cooked (yes yes new word), to dream.

's another flavor, another scent, another end of August.

(not that you read) (ie, perhaps yes, but not necessarily) (the call) (ie, perhaps in a place I know only because I was in my imagination) (maybe you remember) (ie , not to you that you said, but to me that I had denied)

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When you sing your song

and when he sings your song

and do you care what rains

scream in the face to those who do not want

and can not hear

and when he sings your song

the innocence of anger and delusion

touch you sing the emotion

who does not know anyone

and when he sings your song

from that now on you can not return

from then on you go

with your words

sing and when the Your song

sings it with all your volume

it for three minutes or for life

will have your name on it =)

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What do you want to be?

The following are some excerpts of the email sent today to the page online Letters to the Corriere which meets Sergio Romano.

In mid-August no longer asks "how are you going to maturity." Now it's gone and I'd already be gone from freshman to graduate. And have yet to register. In mid-August, the question is: "What are you going to do in college?". "I have not yet registered, I want to think about it some more, '" I say. "It 's simple is not it? What do you want to be? Chosen one, even the right choice! Can not not know what to do when you grow", it is to fight back.

But you may not know what I want to do when you grow.

(...)

People who know me know that I prefer letters, although I admit, although I still have a thousand doubts, even though there's that damn question of Latin that is holding me back.

What is holding me back. Braking. I also hinders the possibility of real work, like my mother, and more. And one thing holding me back even more. It's called Italy.

(...)

It 's my country and I see him fall every day. Every day more and more towards an abyss. And I say, though I never had a sense of fatherland. And we do not think I have this great sense of home. Home should be the place where you feel, I feel that we want to stay and do something. But I'll also need to hear. And here you do not hear anything. There is only the law of the strongest, the richest, most of sgam to scrub each other. The merit, commitment who knows who knows them.

I give up letters, architecture or whatever. Can I do something that I think can help, others more than me. I do

law. And try to help people like my mother, who can not find justice. I can try to take the place of Alfano and make it clear that the laws are not tailored to an individual. I can try to become a judge and save the innocent and convict who is not.

(...)

I can fight against the mentality of the province, obtuse and superficial. The mentality that hates just because Garibaldi is convinced that he brought the southerners in the north of Italy. The mentality that believes that Mussolini all was well and that Italy was a great country, because no one overdriven, and those who did were punished with castor oil if it was okay, so that the next time no more overdriven. The mentality that thinks everything is evil communists current drift, they fold the human society.

we can fight this. I can do with words. And it is true that everything starts with the word, that words can change the world, but for some things and for some people, the only thing that could change her mind is to see them with their own eyes and experiencing them these things, although I'm not so sure even more than that.

two days I was in my uncle's house in Milan and I wanted to have with me some of those who speak Brianza speak without knowing. At twenty-two, sitting on a subway yellow line, I felt all eyes on me, because I was the only woman there. And his eyes were of people with white skin, yellow or black, as they say.

At two in the afternoon leaving the Feltrinelli one reaches out to far. And I swear that was not Europe or Africa.

And I will stop here.

I call these people from outside the EU, I see too many Italians instead.

by letters and then I leave and do something for my country falling even more in these stereotypes, which is a dupe, not even sure that what you say is true.

(...)

is not just what kind of job do I want to be great. Why should you only listen to my selfishness, the answer is there, ready. I want to be selfish or groped, sacrifice, fighting for something bigger than me, but I want to believe?

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Back from Rimini, returned from Versilia, returned from the Aprica. Back in Meda. It's raining and I sleep with the duvet. Put in place photos and video. I smile just moments spent with friends. I think of something else. Monday, however, touches me. Comb through all sites of the options and make a deposit before Saturday. The Ale between a pizza and some fries told me one thing. You have already done five years for a school that you did not like, maybe now is the case for change and do something you really like. But we are sure you like me? I did not get influenced by what was around you? And if I do not like? I am no longer convinced of certain things. Ellis disconvita you? (trying to tear me a chuckle) A little bit you ... you have joined the medical test? Yes, I did today. Annie, do I care about the same even if I will have to become a pediatrician and 35 years? Ellis' Cause you and keep up the daughter of Peter Pan, eh? Yeah. (the laugh ran away in the end). Then I see the photos you just uploaded to facebook. And I think that maybe I was wrong. And this time too. Dad, do not know how I wish I could save ...