Sunday, August 29, 2010

...bruising For No Reason

Meeting / 365 days a year

Tomorrow, Saturday, the meeting ends. And 'Saturday in reality because they are already two in the morning. This time it's happened, we pulled late in the bunker, including the Inter game, dinner was completed, a few articles to upload to the site, even some discussion. It 'was hard, but we did it. Tomorrow we return home. Crossing the desert living at this hour of the night. It is impressive to walk two hours where before there were thousands of people hot and crowded, the desert is now complete. eerie silence in the immense exhibition. Every so often passes some volunteers on the night shift on a bicycle. Who knows where it is going. It just feels a powerful, smooth voice echoing throughout the fair. E'quella of Giussani. E 'the recorded message heard during a visit to her, beautiful show. Let him go to repeat all night. It 's a warm voice, says that what really matters: "I do not live in vain. It' s my obsession." Makes me a little 'the chills this item that follows you as you try to gain the release of the fair. E 'Fate knocking at the door. Outside, the moon is full. The towers stand out against the light blue sky. It is a great night. It 's a night total. Everything is as it should be everything in the right direction by fate. The Meeting is about to end, but it is not true. The Meeting continues 365 days a year. Just make memories and keep coming back to basics. And do not live in vain, as they would like us to do. He returned to Milan. We have a new friend, Tommy (editors of The Subsidiary shall grant a cigar) The people of the Meeting Volunteers collapsing Flannery In the house mirrors with a Flannery O'Connor The Angel of editing, Cami

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