Some people think I am Lazarus. Maybe not wrong.
Lazarus died. He stood there looking beautiful dead dead that not even those we thought to open the CIS to find out why it was sbacchettato, passing with a beard and blond hair and PATAPAM! him back to life and provide him with more years of queues at the post office, supermarket and superbubbles for the chariot SUV. And Lazarus certainly thought: Ahmar sputak Thok! (Which means approximately "But your cock, you, eh no?).
ends with this introduction that is not my beautiful c'azzecca chip only one of anything, I will now explain why some people believe I am Lazarus, and Why not wrong then too much:
a) disappears. Sometimes for a few days only, at times - this time as soon as this time - for months. There is never a single reason, it is always due to a combination of bad luck, a bit 'as that piece of metal that blew a tire on the Concorde, then you wash the wing tank, the fuel ended up in the whirlwind of engines and boom! here, such a thing.
b) reappear. And everyone is wondering where I was finished. The call and I pretend nothing, deny, create an alibi and do as if everything was just perfect. It never is. If I was gone, why do not you think that a serious error et et it was important? yes yes ...
c) I've got a lot of myself with that guy with the beard.
d) ... now escapes me, but sooner or later you wake up and I remember all 4 am to tell you.
That said, let's say that a fopttilione of things have changed since I last wrote anything. Actually, the changes had already begun by the parties to arrive, but had a strong surge in late September. Incidentally, I'm with a wonderful person, who moved to Milan from Lugano to be close to me, who sought and found a job in Lugano. The undersigned has finally found work after a period of luuuungo semidisoccupazione, and like a lot. Then, yesterday I aged a year, I had one of the happiest Christmases of my life, an extraordinarily intimate and romantic New Year's Day and a birthday away from home but with my partner next to me got one thing I wanted for years. .. a GPS! Yes! Now persist in not knowing who they are, but I know where I go, with a margin of error of a few meters away!
Here, I would say that as restarting we ... then I will certainly think of something serious.
