SEE you next year.

non ci si dovrebbe rivedere alla fine dell’estate, ma qui bisogna raccattare qualche soldo e soprattutto un coinquilino. quindi probabilmente mi fermerò un altro annetto a Pesaro sognando Milano (per una cosa), Londra (per un’altra) e NY (per un’altra ancora).

sono praticamente finiti 3 anni di università. finiranno definitivamente a dicembre. (troppi -ente).

sono ritornata a Udine, dalla mia gente (…). ritornare a casa e portarti via fondamentalmente tutto quello che non ti serve veramente.

ultima sera con festa in spiaggia, ultima giornata con un esame. finito in gloria, questo è sicuro.

l’anno scorso è finita così, ma quest’anno il dentifricio si è fatto 4 ore di macchina con me e la Cunny.

intanto un post vagante, senza lacrimoni. un sorriso e la mia bellissima maglietta di Michael.

you ROCK(ED).

michael jackson death was announced by TMZ.

he was 50. a source told Jackson was dead when paramedics arrived. a cardiologist at UCLA told Jackson died of cardiac arrest.

01:26 AM i learned he was dead. i must admit he’s not my favourite singer of all time, but i’m sure good -real- pop music died with him, and most of the ’80 too. 5 minutes later i checked the official site, the page was not updated.

later the Sony commented on the Official Site.

here it comes. the end.

Story developing…

p.s. here one of the songs i like the most.

byebye wannabe.

HE SANG..AND I CRIED.

Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth, named by a poet
Imitation of life.
Like a koi in a frozen pond.
Like a goldfish in a bowl.
I don’t want to hear you cry.

Thats sugarcane that tasted good.
Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced.
You’ve got it all, you’ve got it sized.
Like a Friday fashion show teenager
Freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you don’t try.

Thats sugarcane that tasted good.
Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try.

No one can see you cry.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That freezing rain, that’s what you could.
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry.

This sugarcane
This lemonade
This hurricane, I’m not afraid.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you cry.

This lightning storm
This tidal wave
This avalanche, I’m not afraid.
C’mon, c’mon no one can see me cry.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That’s who you are, that’s what you could.
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry.

That sugar cane that tasted good.
That’s who you are, that’s what you could.
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry.

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