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's time to take up this blog and do it with a cold beer in hand. 20 years ago I did send back to biology. Professor of earthquakes and insect was so unpleasant that I preferred not to talk to her until the day of the repair. And I was the same person. Equal. I opened an office in Beck's (they are on their lunch break, so no one can fire me) to enjoy this moment of liberation. I never liked the simplicity, I've always liked to be a bully looking for satisfaction. At school, in life, college, work, in relationships with those who love me. And most of the brigades were big I've gotten more well. With my "useless" degree in philosophy, the early independence and sweaty, the mad ambition as a journalist during the crisis of the newspapers, the thousands of trips that did not let me breath. The half tones are part of life, only stupid people do not know how to accept them. But only idiots give up more to see the bright colors for easy, but pointless, futile and mediocre existence. When I was sent in biology 20 years ago I escaped to Rome, I am here today and do not want to disappoint that fifteen that never, never in life would have been satisfied. And we never, ever would have chosen an easy pop
repeating a refrain is always the same. Do not smoke anymore, too bad. But the rest seems fucking same. Again and again and again ...
's time to take up this blog and do it with a cold beer in hand. 20 years ago I did send back to biology. Professor of earthquakes and insect was so unpleasant that I preferred not to talk to her until the day of the repair. And I was the same person. Equal. I opened an office in Beck's (they are on their lunch break, so no one can fire me) to enjoy this moment of liberation. I never liked the simplicity, I've always liked to be a bully looking for satisfaction. At school, in life, college, work, in relationships with those who love me. And most of the brigades were big I've gotten more well. With my "useless" degree in philosophy, the early independence and sweaty, the mad ambition as a journalist during the crisis of the newspapers, the thousands of trips that did not let me breath. The half tones are part of life, only stupid people do not know how to accept them. But only idiots give up more to see the bright colors for easy, but pointless, futile and mediocre existence. When I was sent in biology 20 years ago I escaped to Rome, I am here today and do not want to disappoint that fifteen that never, never in life would have been satisfied. And we never, ever would have chosen an easy pop repeating a refrain is always the same. Do not smoke anymore, too bad. But the rest seems fucking same. Again and again and again ... 
