running again.
once again on the path that climbs up the hill and it envelops Tutt 'around and then slid down finish each other side by car and motorcycle in the middle of another typical morning chaos of the city for work. I'm still not
8.00 am but the traffic is already looking alive and slow, labored under its a morning that promises incredibly unbearable for the rest of the day, another of the many days of June arrived late that already after four days you hate with his warm and humid irresistible typical of Florence. "But where I run I run away ... but where cabbages co 'all this anxiety of being late? ... What the fuck do quest'idiota to overcome the two-hour running?
What reason is there to get to school on time?
Cazz 'risk of an accident to come at 8.05? "
These were the thoughts that were running through my head while car after car passed over anxious, I was overtaking death and hysterically check the time that was flashing on the dashboard of my scooter.
Then all of a sudden I get this flash of genius, and I wonder what the fuck to do risk my health for all.
Boredom The disappointment had already clouded the closest thing to that nice cross - cross newspaper, I was a countdown from 24 March and finally we were missing five days and then another cazzutissimo year would end. After
but a manner of speaking because , as expected, I would have caught the sermon that of greek that, justify my lack in greek wrote, I was comforted by attacking with a speech like this: "Why you for the classic, Cosenza, you're not grasp, but what can you do now you are in 2nd and you're bound in 3rd Reggi ... another year and meanwhile PECKS STO DEBT! " .
Not to mention the Latin ... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this year I do the ' an - plein : GREEK and LATINODEBITO insurance .RATO!
Vabbuò better get over it.
Rather not spend all that then passes through red lights at traffic lights! It because just the image of Sava and sweet Garuglio painted me in my head deconcentrai from driving and it is almost I another incident. Meanwhile Adele
with "M Any shades of black " screaming in my ears and made me feel anything even the horns of cars trying to make me understand that the green was fired long ago.
Mah .. A huge point question floated for my brains like Providence in the Malavoglia destructive storm.
Ok, this is kind of citation is disgust, spitting the crap here in my blog ... but after all, reach or scope, my boys, I am going to CLASSIC!
Yes .. I go to the classic ... but not today, let us go tomorrow.
Let us go tomorrow and today I leave the road to the other races that are fatal.
