... my game ....... .... il lunedi e 'sempre was once a bit 'weird .... sometimes Pallos sometimes as exciting as a few more days ... better to say on Sunday .... but I know ....?
That 's the photo on Monday ...... behind bars (luckily not a prison) ... but the door of my house ...... with a strong desire to look into the eyes of who knows' who ..... Sometimes I think ......
Sometimes I think of a distant friend ... I want to achieve .... review .... and think of who knows' how are you ?.... Elena that is located in Verona, Tanja and that '... in Trieste at Lele and Mark who are in Milan ..... Perhaps
Diego and Nicholas in Miami ..... Melanie in Florida or you too .... I think the school and to my games when I was' youngster .....
Behind the bars of my door I see ... the road that goes around a bend .... I see my life passing .... and I think the teachers that I was damn .... the professors who''hated''.... France (Lyon) I still love ..... graduates not to hear more .....'..... and Mont Blanc
Gia'.... think and think .... time passes and passes .... with the desire to shake the hands of a friendly neighbor ..... to be able to get along with people who deep down I have done something wrong .... and they know it!
How strange that ..... behind the bars of my door ..... I think of many things ... to people and events of the past ..... my life and my future ... on Monday .....
.... a salute to all those under-performed and those nominated ........
Vegas De Laroja
(stagger, but do not give up ....)