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Sanremese Diary: Part Two!


'm awake for about 10 minutes, will soon come down to breakfast ...
And 'one of the few times when I'm alone. I am in Sanremo for three days and it seems to me to be here for a lifetime, to share my days with colleagues from a life ...
But the beauty of the festival is also this ...

Yesterday a friend of mine quoted a phrase that struck me "Unable to add days to life, give life to this day ...". Well, I've been here I feel alive.
It is understood, maybe not yesterday after trying about 8 times "'O surdato' nnammurato" with Flack, but in general, yes.
So we decided with my friends to give us a seratina Sanremo festival to celebrate our umpteenth together ... Except that we frequantavamo pubs have closed all of last year, or for drugs or for reasons related (which explains why our unprovoked laughter every time we went from there ...). So we wandered from Ariston Piazza Colombo without any precise destination, which has put an incredible depression.

necessary to study something to do in the evening ... before our evenings are swallowed up by the evidence ...

As for the rest, my haircut is peggiornado greatly from day to day, I'll keep you updated on developments ... I wonder what ever I can do hairdressers Rai for the evening (while we have taken the measure of the head, and this did not press anything good ...).
However my roommate goes to the gym every morning, which makes me feel very guilty, but oh well ... Today

try again Anna Oxa and Flack (if redo 'O surdato' nnammurato I could plant the bow in the jugular ...) plus I do not remember ...

Now I go to breakfast before Morandi is eating everything!

soon! But I would

lasciravi with the lyrics of a song that we tested yesterday with Nathalie ... I state that Baptists do not like me much, but this is one of the most beautiful songs ever ... now you do not write more. ..

In a world that no longer wants

my song are you free
And the immensity
is opening around us
beyond the limit of your eyes feeling

born born in the midst of tears
and high rises and goes flying into the allegations and

people indifferent to all its legacies
supported by a yearning for true love love

In a world that - Stones
prisoner is a day case - covered with wild roses
breathe free you and me - they call us relive
And the truth - Woods abandoned
offers himself naked to us, and - this survived
virgin and clear is the image - open
now - we embrace new sensations


young emotions are expressed in pure
us
The role of the ghosts of the past, falling it leaves the framework

immaculate and a warm wind rises
love of true love and discovers you


sweet companion that you can not ask but

know that wherever you go you have me by your side if you want it

stones a day houses covered with wild roses

relive
call us
Woods
abandoned and thus survived virgin
open

hug us in a world that

prisoner is you and I breathe free


And the truth is offered to us
naked and clear is the image
now
New sensations

young emotions are expressed in pure
us
The role of the ghosts of the past, falling it leaves the framework
immaculate
rises and a warm breeze of love

of true love and rediscover yourself.

Pateicia Manterola Al Desnudo

could be you ... Ttin

"The love that moves the sun and other stars"

"The love that moves the sun and other stars," this series is what I made for my combination for month of January for Sal Crearstella Sabrina ..... knitted gold, pink pearl pendants blacks and the sun ........... .... we take the umbrella ....

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Diary Sanremo: the first part!



So then. Let the local mind.
I returned last night from Rome, from the first test Sanremesi.
I found old friends and old places and I've met new ones (friends and places).
Every time I come away from Rome, I wonder if we'll be back next year, if I'm still among the selected call girls or younger, or prettier ... who knows ...
What is certain is that I can not enjoy anything. I'm glad more and more of a situation I'm afraid that everything will end ...

However, when you return to Rome one feels one of the keepers of the secrets of Fatima: We know the songs. We have heard, we've played, we have already commented in our midst. And as always the first impression often turns out to be wrong. In these two days relaxing on the couch I would like to hear all those horrible afternoon broadcasts that are predictions about the songs and each reveals advances absolutely invented.
Instead, I stuffed the two-day commitments, lessons, tests ... just to catch up and chill 48 hours or risk. Not ever.

Being part of the orchestra of the Festival gives you a sense of power and celebrity, was inevitable, especially if the first year you have been broadcasted worldwide while casting sheet music directly from the Ariston Theatre in Sanremo.
Well, I mean, not that it was a great gesture, but it's funny how a year later people still talk on TV, wondering if it was prepared or not ...

However, the positive aspects of these 10 days:


-friends-La diet (quite satisfied)
-Luca Barbarossa comes to testing on a red Vespa (each has its weaknesses)
-The ability to take lessons drum breaks in
-Thousand talk about the greatest systems between a song and the other
-downtime in which to read two books by Nick Hornby and meditate on the life-
Rome, in general, always beautiful

Cons:

-The alcohol (the My liver still begs mercy for the Festival last year ...)
-A pimple on the chin, the fault of the chocolate muffin-Distance from the airport
husband
-Lo shopping, this year the low-interest-bearing
haircut Jean Luis David, who was supposed to be hip and super sexy, but after the first wash Hillary Clinton just seemed to wake up ... (Please write on the slate: If a hairdresser says, "Just dry them upside vegono down and as I made them, "Do not believe him!)

We have not yet seen the clothes, but we have taken steps and I would have tied a rope around his neck ... especially when I was asked the size and when I said 44, they looked suspicious and then say "SSSI, oh well ... then we see
...". That will have meant?