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The right thing is always a mess.
you wait in ambush several times in life, waiting for the moment to spring up in front of you and to break my balls. A few days prior to departure to Menorca, I had to choose not to leave and go elsewhere, followed by the boys that they did not think twice, but leaving, despite having in his hand in my pocket and my reasons on the table, people in difficulty and people who had already booked the village for some time, basically due to the presence of my children and in Spain. I will not write here of course as they do name the reasons in his pocket and on the table, nor to list a string of disappointments that eventually stink exaggerated sense of guilt, but ask sincerely apologize to those who have taken trouble to this choice, very painful and sorrowful but inevitable for those who know and really the way I live and work, I think is inevitable. Ask to see a little (a pinch is not so much), which is not always choose the best opportunity, but the most fair and balanced for all you guys who have put their trust respect and loyalty, having the confidence that inevitably pollute others have given you, is the risk you run in a situation like the present me from life a few days ago: Menorca on the one hand, tour operators and the agency five past months and facing the imminent future, some negative surprise, discovered by chance a week before departure: the other a new stimulus, the agency ever with six contracts in hand that no one ever would make you even paying Your a monthly installment of considerable benefit. I chose to disappoint more than someone multiplied by six, I chose this moment to receive dozens of emails and SMS with the text "but as we had already booked and now", but I'm sure you've chosen the right thing for people to almost 33 years ago for a job not as easy as it may seem from the couch in the sun and that this needs to work and live in a certain way, work and grow on a solid foundation, just passing avanti e non indietro. Le mie scuse sono in ogni caso appoggiate su questo foglio col cuore sopra per non farlo volar via; a tutti quelli che hanno in qualche modo avuto dei problemi o scazzi o qualsiasi cosa, dovuti a questa decisione ripeto non semplice: I'm sorry. Ma se nella vita non si sbaglia non s'impara mai, se nella vita non rischi, non si ha coraggio, non ci si guarda allo specchio mai davvero e se nello specchio non hai pensato solo a te, forse, hai fatto la cosa giusta.

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Mary Schmich

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Il traffico, lo smog, their horns and people at the traffic light with my mobile. Lord holding spending in the eye and the questions, a painter who paints a railing, pulling children kicking a ball fake to the wii. This morning I put a jacket and went out in the sun of a city, my, because even if you're a pain, these roads will have grown and makes no sense to be afraid. I then searched my record store, the store that sold me the music of Miles Davis and Coltrane, who taught me to love those notes and that spell. Instead, save music is gone. A damper is too black and rent a dusty faded in the windows where I spent hours dreaming and choose which disk I bought on Saturday. But Holy shit, have Saved closed. The Lord of the next tobacco, seeing petrified at the shop of a sudden ... "Young inderess the rent? By mo cà closed Cidda of KUD, je the creis. Easter eggs in the bags, Snai betting shops everywhere ... "Italy to win, Italy changing, dreaming Italy, Italy of Values \u200b\u200b(and Urine)" ... everywhere on the walls. Came home while I was trying to figure out if my life has become so unreal contours, not to recognize even more the town where I grew up until I realized that I was close as the shoes of the Communion, or if all the cities now resemble Italy and is therefore frightening to those who walk and looks scared like me, people who urla impazzita dalle macchine a chi cammina a piedi. Sarà una nuova tendenza, maybe. Da Martedì mi rimetto in moto come sempre quando mi fermo qui per più di sette giorni, se mi metto a guardare poi devo scappare ma stavolta non fuggo, ho da fare sul serio e sono appunti importanti e veri che porteranno in punta di piedi alla prima Spagna della mia vita tra neppure un mese. Nel frattempo metto in ordine gli appunti e scrivo e studio e penso a Salvati Musica e alle vetrine impolverate e alla sedia verde del titolare che è rimasta lì dentro in mezzo alle pareti vuote consumate dalle note, quelle note così belle anche un po mie.