Not much. This year, is the worst school year for me.
My life? It musn't for anybody matter.
Who it matters, is so lost like I.
I say goodbye with the great one I embrace all these people,
who has been in some moment of my life till now.
Teachers, guys, etc.
I say goodbye to the desks, to the chairs of college, at the hours of court, to the guitar hero, to the breakfast, to the smiles of the corridors, to the killer looks, to the cameras, to the grey, to the misery, to the ignorance, to the stupidity of certain persons. To the deception. To the jealousies, to the revenge, to the believers, to the dreamers, to the madmen, to the boss.
I say good-bye to the cold, to the silence, to the nerves, to the weeping, to the suffering, to the fear, to a sorrow, to the panic, to the signs, to the game, to the vice, to the mafia, to the parties, to the visits, to the lovers, to the needles, to the thorns, to the daggers, to the curtains that do not stop to see, to the holes in the trousers, to the broken boots, to the mouses without batteries, to the dog-boys and to the bitches,to the magazines, at eight o'clock in the morning, to the nights without sleeping, to the nightmares, to the exits, to the deodorant without smell, to the perfumes that kill, to the ghosts, to the hunters, to the pokemon, to the lies, to the big lies that move everything.
To myself.
Thanks to all, and up to never.
