n/n

this is it.
it's friday.
tonight my friends came here to say goodbye, and now, as usual, I feel sad and weak.
It's the first time i'm leaving alone, i will have to socialize from the start (that's not so easy for me), and above all i'll have to grow up a little bit more.
it's always strange. I don't feel good here in my little village, seeing everyday the same faces, hearing the same things coming out from the same mouths, doing the same things.. but when finally i pack my bags and take my first step out of the door, i begin to feel a stranger who'll miss that place.
it's the first time i'm staying away for two months. i know it's not much and it's not bad, but you know.. there's a first time for everything and the sensation is always that of the need for confidence.
tomorrow i'll wake up smiling.

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But does anybody read this blog? Come oooon, leave some comments! otherwise I'll never get the chance to improve T_T

n/n.

I'm fond of writing, and I write everywhere: on my hands (you can find all my memos on my left hand), my arms, every notebook I can find, white or written pieces of paper around the house.. It's very important to me.
As a child I always felt the need to create, draw, colour, write - and two years ago to take photos.
It makes me feel less shy, more self confident and able to communicate. I believe that sometimes a picture can tell you more than you could ever imagine about the photographer.
Tonight I feel homesick. Homesick of the past, a past that I don't like and I don't want to come back.
And looking at some photos I took some years ago, in a certain way I can read on those images and figures all the things that have changed .
I love time, but at the same time I'm its first victim.

I took this picture in Barcellona, two years ago. I was drinking a terrible cappuccino with G., we were laughing and thinking about what we would have done the next day in that city, too big and fascinating for us.

This photo has a strong meaning to me.

n/n.

Why should I open another blog?
The answer is quite simple: to improve my written English.

Cheers, n/n.