Disco

And for the first time I can hear your heart beating. I know it's yours, I can feel it, louder than the screams, louder than the music. I know because it beats with mine, pushed by the low rumbling on walls. Same music, same air, same stink of sweat. We are part of the same mass of screaming bodies looking for some way to escape the outside world. "I love you" I scream to you, I scream but you will never hear me, I scream because I have to get out this of my bleeding heart. "I love you, stupid, beautiful, incredible idiot"

Sunday morning

On sunday morning I usually have breakfast with my best friend. The same bar, the same coffe, the same chocolate muffin. It's like a ritual for catching sunday boredom.
But last sunday we messed up and Now I miss him so much. I feel like I'm losing him and I really don't want to.
I'm posting some photos of some sundays ago, one of our perfect mornings. Hope you will enjoy.

12.12.12

Today is 12.12.12, someone told me that is such a special day because it will not happen again before 989 years. Someone says it's a luky day, other that it will be unluky. Someone think today the world will end.
But I just think that it's a unique day and we can't waste it. Come on, text that person you want so bad, kiss who the fuck you want, take your Pikachù and go to catch Mew Two, do all that you never had enough courage to do. Make this day special, even more than it actually is.
What will I do? Well, I don't know yet. Id' like to do many things, but for now i'm sitting on the couch watching "The Dreamers" for the first time and trying not to eat 'cause I'm too fat and in a few days it will be the "Christmas party" in my school and I can't afford being fat or ugly. Seriously, I...I can't.
Just for that night I will be good enough for someone.

Rome - 3th Day

Rome - 2nd day

Rome - 1st day

Rome - Hidden shops and beautiful barman

So, the weekend is finished and I'm at home again, writing on Blogger for the first time from my pc and not from the Iphone. The journey have been great. Rome was beautiful like always and its streets, with Christmas lights everywhere, had that wonderful magic that only Christmas can gave. Such a romantic thing.
I found a great clothes shop in a little and hide street, one of that "we've got only one piece of everything", and i bought things for, humm, 200 euro I think. Yeah, a little crazy, but there were incredible clothes.
Then I found GAP, Hollister and many other shops. My wardrobe now is full.
And yes, if you are wondering it, I had a "trip-crush". So if you, yes you who are reading this, are a beautiful guy who works in a bar near Piazza di Spagna, blonde, tall, and with an amazing smile, just know that I fell in love with you from the moment you gave me the best chocolate cookie of my life. Ok, I'm joking, but, you know, he was very very beautiful.
I'm gonna post some photos later, for now it's a goodbye.
Just one question: have you ever had a "trip-crush"? I wanna hear your stories. text me something!
See you later, bye!
Ciao!
Au revouir!
Despedida!
Kwaheri!
Lebewohl!
Bùcsù!
Beannacht!
(Yes, I used google translate for the goodbyes)