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?
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