Il Nittalope

me voy a argentina en abril...que, te vienes o no? I don't remember the first time I talk with you, but I don't care that much. We became friends while you thought me how to work the night shift. The age difference could have been the one between father and son, but you already had a son and a daughter, and I already had a father... and anyway the relationship was directly of two equals... and I don't even know how it was possible, because I was a young little piece of an intricate confused human being, while I always sensed that you knew what was going around and why. I've been around the isle confused and amazed by a life I never dreamed and imaged of, while you probably looked at me as a young and enthusiastic fella who still have future in front of him to make mistake after mistake. I did, by the way. You gave me a friendship that helped me find a place to call home, even when I was alone, even when I was lost, even when I lost everything. You were there,

I've never been good at the edge. Limits mainly gave me problems. Mathematical limits, psychological limits. With physical limits I've been always quite good. Probably because I never believed in them (not true, this is just to make myself look good...). Physical limits, anyway, I am good at them. Because I understand them, I've been fighting with them from a really early age. Never been too tall, never been too strong, growing up loving doing sports I needed to face my physical limits quite soon. And quite soon I pushed them back and back each time more. Emotional limits, that's where I'm really bad at. I tried. I tried to be strong a lot of times, and probably I got better and got stronger. But Truth is that they drain my strength to an extent where everything seems bleak and hopeless. And I'm not like that. But it goes down and down and down I need a ledge to hang on and don't find it. And the fall keeps going and going. Anyway... sometim

We are back. And it's cold. And you are not gonna see me running outside because are you f****ing crazy?!? But... 2017 brought 2 new seasons, but also 1 day of rest in between of them. That's a nice gift, I suppose. Also it brought me 2 weeks of rest (following 2 weeks of rest at end of November/beginning of December). So I should have been slightly overweight (I am, I can confirm you this before hand), but also basically healthy (I am not, spoiler...). So yesterday first match of the season. My groin injury is still there... I've been basically playing left footed in the last 2 months, and it seems I will be doing the same in the foreseeable future if things won't improve. So, new seasons started, I'm overweight and getting near to be 1 year older (than when? Who cares, I'm trying to make a point here), some old injuries are still there (also ankle and knee... always there, lucky me) and I want to kick some asses, because I've been fed

... and I've not moved an inch. Here the photos... that people tells me I don't post photos... on FB probably... getting there meetings visiting the city and... food botanic gardens Sentosa Thailand ... hiking the parks coming back