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I woke up quietly. E 'late morning and the others must have already left to go to sea. Not all, one of the two cars is still out. My. They can not stay there all in one. A bit 'will still be down to sleep. The usual, I think. I enjoy the house all to myself. I make myself a coffee, eat something and take out the two-liter juice barattolone that reminds me so much of Germany. I have breakfast distracted, but makes use of every moment and split-second of this time (because it will be soon, I know) that I have given to provision for myself. I find myself numb in front of the label multivitamin juice. I realize that is something that happens to me more often than you think. I shake, I go to the bathroom and I realized, bringing the fingers thumb, index and middle fingers of his right hand to his nose, that smell of cigarette. It is not a mirage olfactory morning and there's only one way to justify this: a cigarette. Maybe I just smell the tobacco in the nose, now, or, who knows, my hands are not impregnated with another scent. I feel free and mistress of myself. I can decide what to do. Coffee and cigarette I have instilled a strength that I thought I no longer have. I opt for the sea. Especially, a beach that is heaven for those who practice water sports officials from the wind. But I decide to go without the initial intention. I leave the house. The bones are heated. I take the car. What peace. I put a radio station at random. The road south is lined with dozens of flags of the region. I have seen no anonymous. For a moment I feel at home. Shooting on the few things I need and I lay on the sand near the shore. Resting his head on the ground level ad I seem to reach a higher dimension. I'm listening to the music but the sound of the sea is stronger. I give up and let myself be soothed, as enchanted. Often, this giant by changing colors scares me. Will not that I grew up in a seaside town. Sometimes I'm even more absurd overtones. As if it was the first great house of evils in the world, and the other, a peaceful harbor for vessels stranded. However, is its vastness that makes me so delirious. Or I have already done with some other small body of water? I curse myself for a second. I get up to sit. The bright sun beating on my head suddenly. I light a cigarette with a little 'difficulty, since the blowing wind. Staring at a line drawn between the horizon and the sea. E 'dominates to the sails and boards. And from a strip of high ground. They told me that from here, in the days Fair weather, you see the Corsica ...

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I still need to drink. And I drank. Sometimes I think seriously of becoming an alcoholic. But, even without a bad drunk, I love it. It 's so and I can not help it. SOMNO the beach with friends and we have entire cases of beer in the fridge. Yet some other mixture of alcohol. I am, as some nights in my intermediate state between sober and drunk. "No, I'm sober, I have no reason to be." But not even drink. My mental state is a focus on clear thinking, but the body does not respond fully to duty. So it happens to my friend, roommate. The exact same thing. Evidently it is not uncommon as a reaction to several tens of degrees of alcohol that are thrown in the body. And I lose control. A bit '. And so all of us. Away with secrets, confidences, and even kisses. I can remember that night with him, so much that has influenced my life so far. But, incredibly, drinking, Paire me to see far, far away from me and from my person. I'm being a bit 'of melancholy, but ultimately I'm divertrendo and this is of little importance. My friend argues that we should drink more often to be more sincere. Among these discourses alien to me a second. He's right, do not say no. But I'm somewhere else, and almost seems to fly. "Be my magic carpet, take me to the capital." Lose more and more control of my body and maybe even play with the mind the crowd. It 's late, it is night, but I did not sleep. Not at all. Someone said they are a nocturnal animal, which I talk and talk more with the advance of the evening. By the way, I see the sky a little 'clear. I still hold a beer in hand. Raising it, my head slightly blunders. We are approaching my favorite time of day. O say, one of them. The minutes before sunrise. A dozen, and summer is spectacular. The sky is blue. But seriously blue. Not blue nor purple. Blue and begins to blow a breeze during the day has hardly ever equal. I lift the can into the sky, which at this moment I feel closer usual. I lay on a couch in the bank, with the others. And enjoy the full range of these minutes. Soon the sun begins to warm the sea and fly over our heads. Headache on the way, I think. But for now I just mixed the classic mouth of someone who has been drinking. The sun washes my face while I light my first cigarette of the day, so a bit 'helps me think and increases clarity. "Rinse your face in the morning sun." I still thirst. But this time, me and my friend, let's mineral water, which is better.





Carol, and although not directly, Poss.

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I do not like the departures. No, I really do not like. In most cases, at least. I often find myself at home, especially on Saturday, waiting impatiently for the arrival of the evening. The opposite happens to me from other foreign parties, I have anxiety and I would not even there that night and the sun light up my room forever. It is now arrivat al'estate, and this is a phrase that I hate. One of those axioms that fill the mouth of each average idiot. We are in late July, about half, this is the period in which we live. Returning home from a short walk I am surprised to hear the cicadas. Take possession of new Cities in July. I saw him, and it has changed. At least a bit '. It seemed to me not to try anything, in July. I just felt a bit 'too full of himself. Perhaps the cicadas have invaded him - is July. I want to arrive in the evening in the city, and sleep as little as possible. I prefer the weak morning sun, I quiets the mind and fears of the mind can not be controlled from outside. In any case, the total state of quiescence is not for me. I want someone to tell my story. But just returned allotment. And I'm afraid not to return. Stupid fear. And if he were? But it's July and I must go. I think somewhere else in the world is already the next day, and it remains in my list unoalla countdown for the return. And I'm reminded of the cicadas, in a landscape of their legitimate property, usurpatogli. So it makes no sense fretting, I can abide by them. I hate starts, but I love the world. All feel exactly the opposite of me. I do not know who is right. Yet I love the world, although sometimes it scares me. Irrationality, they say. A dear friend gave me company, a few days ago. She loves to travel. And I love it too. We will go to sea with the other, never, I think, so I'll be fine. Travel. (Maybe) just become estranged from the mass exodus of citizens in a hurry. Out of their homes, fleeing from themselves on charter flights or queued up quakche highway where the asphalt is sunburned. Meanwhile my town smiles at me. Perhaps I too am a cicada.

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