Five-thirty in the morning. Already in the car this morning, woke up at five and go. And even decent sunrise to help me open a little 'heart.
run in the background notes of Southside Of Heaven Ryan Bingham of . I had a CD of this guy and I had not noticed. From listen again for sure, maybe when the return without hassles from time, I put the highway at 85 km / h in relaxation. No, not dangerous quest'andatura, we are not on the American highway. There seems to be on the Salerno-Reggio Calabria studded however, viaducts, tunnels and curved like claws that hurt these mountains stretched to dive into the sea below them. 50 km of asphalt with six construction sites and only two workers in sight. What a mystery, one of these days I try to contact. D. Motorways of the company to ask if these articles ghost are just an excuse for the bloodletting that make you to the tollgate.
foolish thoughts of any one morning. Thank God I notice and ask for support this day. Totally busted, sometimes I feel so.
Yet, while resume Bingham notes, I feel that he is here. Inside every moment of this gray day started too early. It 's easier to notice him in fatigue, fatigue. Mica is a masochist, but it is. When the complaint gives way to recognize the obvious embrace that surrounds me, all you rispalanca. And then, "if I had another job," if I went in serene conditions with the money later this month "," if I were on vacation in the Caribbean, "" if, if, if ... "become 'allies' of reality '. Conditions through which it passes my happiness. Become divine.
Bingham What does it matter in this trip? Not I know. But it happens that a song touches the heart and help people to live better. I find myself wanting to laugh at my idiocy infinity.
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