Here I am. It 'happened so fast that almost does not seem true to be here to close a suitcase. And again I take this opportunity to thank those who stood by me, very close in recent years, months, days. Who shared with me the thrill of closing a long chapter of my life. I could not ask for more. Now we leave, Madame is waiting for me. We'll have news soon. And just to let you know how incredible is the month to come after Shanghai ... I anticipate that there will be Paris. I embrace you all. 
If there a camera can give a representation of my mood right now, well, this would be. These days have been filled, full color printing, Strand, booked flights, hotel selected, concerts, train journeys, moments of pure serenity, moments of panic. I know it sounds stupid argument to be something from which I can only reap the benefits, but I think everything that I carry around to push me in this state of agitation. Why were years and months and days. That tomorrow will end up in a box. We turn the page. I do not know if you heard, but tomorrow I graduate. 
Yesterday, when I am faced with an extraordinary case of modern reality. Well I'm watching a video taken by a new program on the Fox American broadcaster famous worldwide for the lowest level of programming (apart from the Simpsons as the most careful not know how to lose an opportunity to stress) and for more news crap of the world. The program in question is called The Moment of Truth: I understand that the competitor is connected to a polygraph supermodern and is forced to answer a series of very personal questions in a manner consistent with the test result (for then all this can be verified). In short, the closer we slag nationwide live more money you can win. An emblematic figure of the program, a blond competitor, a typical American girl with a lot of husband and family for moral support below. This young lady answered truthfully to questions like: Have you ever taken the faith to do in a single room?, During your marriage you epnsato in love with someone else? And above all get back with your ex boyfriend? obviously in the affirmative for the happiness of her husband in the front row. Not satisfied with the result, $ 100,000 and a troubled husband, decided to continue towards the $ 200,000 found itself in the uncomfortable position of having to answer more personal questions. And in fact, comes the big question: have you had sex outside marriage? And this says I am have to say yes. The machine to confirm the answer and she is always closer to the nest egg (and a possible divorce). But there is still a question: Do you think being a good person? Here the pathos of atrasmissione reaches its maximum: the father in tears suggests the answer to his daughter (Apure although it turned out that she has cheated in the past, money) which of course is yes, the husband is now in a state of semishock, her mother nodded an affirmative gesture. And she, contrite, now exhausted by the episode, says: I consider myself a good person. Moments of suspense. The lie gives his verdict: FALSE. The girl loses all the money. Moral of the story: the truth is within us, even though most of the time we ignore it (or better yet if h to worse things done you better not go to rubbish on TV in a program called ilmomento of truth). 
Let's face it. Just a couple glasses of white, a green pullovers, a first sun and a lollipop flavor smoothie with berries to appropriate the spirit of LA cheeky girl (do not know if you've ever browsed the magazines that show pictures of random people pecking around randomly semrpe dressed weird with a super background to tell and always tastes too hip here in LA those are always cheeky, as if the problems facing the world did not arrive in LA), too bad we were in Biella and the ocean even to pay . This last week, which then decided the time to worsen and not improve more (including today). The sky of cast iron is still too heavy to bear. And then the cast disperses heat much faster than the ceramic. For this is also bitterly cold. I started to write crap, sorry for the French because I would like to avoid checking the exit poll every two nanoseconds. As if we change something. Go to the polls knowing that you lose very chic gives an aura, is hit by a quixotic of the past. The climate in general comforts me: hundreds of disillusioned men from many different sides. I can not even arguing over policy in the bar. People exchange mutual resignation with a sad smile. On the other hand the recent outings have seen to it that yours truly managed to create a rough mental map of the highways near my house. Yes, because I have a big problem acon directions to take the highway. There are always too few signs to my taste, the kind that I wish that my destination was widely reported to release all that I do not know if we are bound to one hundred kilometers later there is also this other city that I do not know locate. And who will Gravellona Toce? 
The Daily Telegraph has compiled a list of 110 best books of history, a sort of ideal library contained in 11 categories. Among the books offered forced many choices, some interesting proposal and a little too much English literature, especially in the poetry. So I thought to draw my own personal list, trying to figure out what book I would put on top of each category proposed. And the game around you. What are the books I could not miss in your library? 
first year for wanting to learn how to best: you sit in silence to listen to this song, Embrace and take a caress. You have heard how it smells good today?
I happen within a few days: 
The straight irons within the cage, 
