and I understood it's sickness
one can't heal from - it's an illness
And I thought about how hard we try.
I looked into your secret hiding
and realized it was madness
believing in exclusiveness
So I tried to forget, to stop looking
And I watched TV
and I thought that they are stealing my time
and that you, you are stealing my love
But then I took a long walk outside
The sun was shining
And I stopped looking,
I stopped thinking
And it's all right, it's all right, it's all right
(any Italian reader will know the inspiration behind this, but I still decided to post it, after all most of the world does not speak Italian)
I think I am okay, really. Slowly but steadily, the stressful projects I'm on are reaching their natural conclusion and I do not think anything major will start before September.
I will take as much vacation as I can in August and focus on myself a bit.
And only after that I'll probably decide what to do workwise.
xoxo
5 comments:
Good plan! My parents were both Italian but that generation believed in fitting in with America and did not pass it on.
so what is the song? hope u are well x
and I'm sure this is not Prisencólinensináincıúsol
lol x
the song is "Senza Parole" (Vasco Rossi) :-) liberally adapted
thanks going to listen to it
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