These days I often think of freedom ... Not long ago I had the freedom, perhaps a thought too high .. now I hear things in a different way the I live in a different way and I do not know this, but it gives me a sense of freedom, before I had, and I thought of a list of my freedoms.
Mandrazzi, the sky blue and full of stars, watching the Flintstones, read a book by an American author, drink a glass of wine, the first glass of water in the morning, open the window just wake up and see the mountain from the front, listening to my favorite music, fantasizing about the trip I will do, think about the journey that I did pick fruit directly from the tree, lying on the beach, watching my cats sleep with my cats, playing with my grandchildren, to buy something for home, leave the car without a goal, meeting an old friend, make a call, shoot shit, so you know those are free, take another job, to complete a job, to hear a good story, see a film of some kind, a film review wester Sergio Leone or John Ford. Indignant about what's happening to my generation in Italy, buy newspapers in the morning, look for the latest technology on the Internet, see a film on TV 50 years, look at photos of when I was little, holding a dinner for friends, think about the next summer, hear the Christmas spirit, now lost and not tomorrow, think of my father, look at photos of when he was young; think in America, to think that I will find my dear friends and new adventures. Listen to what my mother is saying, do not listen to me telling me who did not understand anything, not an interest of those who leave the time you are in, put the sun, plant a tree in my new campaign that smacks of old .. think about my grandmother, I think .. think about my normal freedom ...
