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Four Steps

Non potendo portare fuori il bicchiere in vetro, ho optato per un bicchiere in plastica.
Pago il whisky appena bevuto, ne prendo un secondo in un bicchiere di plastica e una birra in bottle, which I never get thirsty while walking. The
just finished dinner was lovely, not so much what was said, the food and wine.
No. 'was better for the continuous projection of memories and images on the future uneven, punctuated by the fact that the tears of a child of 11 months. All this after nearly two years when you could not see and who knows how many more will pass before the next time.
What then is quick to say that it is always the same, but it is not.
I always brought to the speeches, those of us, the hangover of 15 years and the huge figures,
our grandparents and friends because after all we keep ourselves well.
Released from house load of memories era troppo pesante per portarlo a letto.
Ci voleva qualcosa da bere e quattro passi tra quelle mura antiche che ne han viste tante e spero tante ne vedranno.
Il bar è sempre lì, anzì a dire il vero nei paesini i bar sono come le Chiese, ce n'è uno ogni 30 o 40 metri. Io vado nel mio bar, cioè dove andavo sempre.
Ovviamente la gestione non è più la stessa e se posso fare il vecchio rompi cazzo, è peggiorata.
Qui il primo whisky e il secondo e la birra da portare via.
Al banco invece che le solite faccie, orde di ragazzini in preda a chupiti e coca cole.
I quattro passi diventano un'ora buona di camminata strana, con il freddo e gli occhi lucidi. La testa sempre in cerca di un angolo o una window remember something or someone.
places of my grandfather, the ones where I escaped from my grandmother not to take the blows. The
my grandparents 'house, what was my grandparents' house is closed, empty, uninhabited.
seems to sleep on a cold night.
I see her coming down the descent which was little I looked like a mountain. Not so much less steep and long, but it's been a while.
I see the courtyard, the wall against which I played ball, the place where I hide ... all distances seem smaller now almost thirty years.
It 's almost one o'clock, a little matter to me, I sit on the steps of the house, "my" house, and watch.
things change, like almost everything before.
Even now looking at the square from where I sit I know that tomorrow will not have to go to school. Breathing the air that was my grandmother and my grandfather and I think when you're fifteen you do not know how things are, but when you have almost thirty, changing perspectives.
not too much maybe, but change.

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