flamingo_road @ 2010-08-27T21: 13:00
What makes your grip so that you feel able to transfer from your hand to mine? It is not heat. You do not even love. It 's a feeling of fresh salt water. E 'empathy, and takes the time to blink and open them again. Just a moment, and I do not feel so lonely. From you to me as if my hand could dry salt to absorb moisture of an emotion with your palm. From you to me, as if it ran before disappearing. Then he really goes.
Why are not always able to prove it? I'm not alive when I try?
Friday, August 27, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
A Hard Drive Or Floppy Disk Is Composed Of
Nemorense @ 2010-08-20T16: 21:00
do not know if it happens to you, but today I woke up ... with a take taste in mouth, headache, very late, after failing to close eye and refugees from myself to read at night noir since I turned over in the lettofino 4. Take taste in the mouth to another characteristic of drunk and sober for months. true that yesterday I exaggerated the effect of cocaine and chocolate makes me, me dilate the eyes that even a beginning to be toxic and weird, but I do not think hangover effect.
Valencia will be the fear, anxiety Poitiers (I just hope that Clare is), that are completely neurotic for days.
Do not know. Just today, I want to do nothing.
could.
bisous.
do not know if it happens to you, but today I woke up ... with a take taste in mouth, headache, very late, after failing to close eye and refugees from myself to read at night noir since I turned over in the lettofino 4. Take taste in the mouth to another characteristic of drunk and sober for months. true that yesterday I exaggerated the effect of cocaine and chocolate makes me, me dilate the eyes that even a beginning to be toxic and weird, but I do not think hangover effect.
Valencia will be the fear, anxiety Poitiers (I just hope that Clare is), that are completely neurotic for days.
Do not know. Just today, I want to do nothing.
could.
bisous.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Literal Equations Checking
flamingo_road @ 2010-08-18T16: 47:00
hanging from your neck, swing slow and sad smile. I try to fall, but I can if I release you. My arms are now only weakened bony attempts to stay with you for a while ', yet some more ', and never forget to have you near. Not just under the skin.
I try to let me go, I plan to caress your face and your back and relax. I want to hurt me now, because then it will be terrible. Why do not you go after, even if there will be more.
Can you hear me? I can not tell if I felt more alone before you know, or now that I know where you are. And do not look at me like, is not cruel?
hanging from your neck, swing slow and sad smile. I try to fall, but I can if I release you. My arms are now only weakened bony attempts to stay with you for a while ', yet some more ', and never forget to have you near. Not just under the skin.
I try to let me go, I plan to caress your face and your back and relax. I want to hurt me now, because then it will be terrible. Why do not you go after, even if there will be more.
Can you hear me? I can not tell if I felt more alone before you know, or now that I know where you are. And do not look at me like, is not cruel?
Saturday, August 14, 2010
What To Write On Inside Of Muslim Wedding Cards
holidays.
I returned Tuesday from Vienna, a beautiful place.
was when I was very I wanted to go small, and we took advantage of Ulysses and myself this summer to go.
The arrival was rather busy, get to the hotel because I had hurt the plane very difficult, everything in the hands of poor Ulysses.
Schloss Schoenbrunn is absolutely magnificent, the park is a pleasure to walk, eat and do some Brazel and gardens and the Tiergarten. I'm lost in the maze with Ulysses and it was really enjoyable to visit the carriage museum and the houses of the Palms, where he threatened to disband.
The next day we visited the Duomo, the Cathedral Museum, catacombs and tower of St. Stephen, the graben and the Hofburg. The Sisi Museum is almost sickening and I found it depressing that a woman so beautiful it was so thin and depressed. In the evening we saw the beautiful Museum of Natural History, with the collection and the mineralogy of Venus Willford.
We were also the church of the Augustinians and the National Library, where there was a scientific exhibition in the encounter between cultures Semitic (Arabs and Jews) and greek and Roman civilization, simply love!
Ulysses was traded by a baker (But I'm not gay, married) to Ben Affleck, rotfl! The problem is that the situation has become too embarrassing when two Russian girls at the Belvedere and various people in museums and Demel have mistaken for the American actor!
We saw of course the crypt of the Capuchin church of Minoritani, the museum of Ephesus, weapons and musical instruments, the Albertina, the Kunsthistorisches Museum, the houses built by Hundertwasser (and its incinerator), Belvedere gardens and exhibits (for the sin Alpengarten, chiusoci under the nose due to rain), the Church of St. Elizabeth, the Museum of Ethnology (with two fine exhibitions on Indian religions and James Cook), the cemetery of St. Marx with the mass grave where his body was thrown by Mozart, the central cemetery with the grave of Brahms and Beethoven, the church of San Carlo with area museums, the Liechstein Museum, Leopold Museum, the Church of the Maltese, the church of San Pietro, the Votive Church (ouch, bad luck, misfortune, because the buckle was so hard?), the Opera House. We went to
Sacher (a disappointment, cream and vegetable spray sacher just sweet, no taste), from Gerstener (or better, catering to the Museum Kunsthistorische provides Gerstner, good strudel and discreetly salty), and Demel, so We have developed a dependency, sweet WOW! Ulysses
thank for not having killed for the 12-hour daily walk and my curiosity monkey. You
amo.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Landline Phone Bill 2010
flamingo_road @ 2010-08-12T13: 53:00
E 'started it all alongside a courageous old lady, with a glass of cranberry juice in hand, began a desperate marathon Dr House, before finishing only ten hours later in Newark. My place in the last row in the darkness of a tent from which emerge every now and then I saw the stewardesses and stewards, and only then my wickedness was completely nullified by the discovery that those places in total darkness may serve only to enable them to rest. I saw them get out of there in pairs, all disheveled ... what do I know?
It 's been easier than expected, shorter than expected and also very exciting. I followed my flight on the monitor in front of my seat, rejoicing as they moved away from here, until they left their west coast of Ireland, I thought it made.
Only one episode of CSI and CSI Miami for me, no marathon. I preferred to doze off for a few minutes, then wake up to see where we were, then fall asleep again, then wake up again. Quietly, I did not come forward to now was done.
Settemilatrecento kilometers later, my feet were swollen and I did not sleep. The hostess saw me curled English to try to see something closer porthole allowed me to move on one of their seats to watch the landing.
New Jersey, but I could see the Manhattan skyline as if it had been there for me. It was raining and the air conditioning in the off did not make pleasant jacket, but the enormous written Welcome to United States of America was the first, sweet candy that was given to me to satisfy the hunger that I bent in two by a lifetime.
I just smile at passport control, where the agent who checked my tracks and made me the picture with a webcam, making fun of the Italians who thought they had our luggage delivered directly to Los Angeles. It was impossible, he explained, because no matter what the journey is long in the States, baggage must be checked at the airport entrance. I quickly realized it was a stupid mistake by the Italian company at the check-in and realizing I felt at home. Newark, NJ, United States of America. The next flight instead
was not pleasant. I was hot, then suddenly cold, the seats uncomfortable and too tight to be a flight of six hours.
But when it gets to 'LAX, yes, I was right at home. Many pillars of colored pink and green lit night in Los Angeles fresh, palm trees everywhere, the view exotic, interesting. I discovered during the journey that these trees from very long neck, as I call them, I like very much. Sorting could not imagine this effect on me, before you see them.
initial traffic was disrupted on the highway then, notice After sign up to Downtown, to Echo Park to Hollywood. Our hostel could not be more appropriate, located in Schrader Blvd, on the corner of Hollywood Blvd, the famous Walk of Fame. Opposite the entrance, spacious and colorful flags stand out proud to introduce the Gay and Lesbian Center. Yes, it's status as gay the Union.
Like all the hostels that are observed (the one in Edinburgh was obviously a top quality hotel in comparison), it left a bit 'to be desired. Initially I thought it was not normal that the shower does not come out hot and the door will not shut from the inside. Then I realized that being in a hostel youth, not a hotel. And I also understood that the casino was at any time.
The first few nights in fact, complicit adrenaline, but also the effects of jet lag, I could not sleep.
The lights of Hollywood in the early morning they took us to breakfast in a little place around the hostel, run Mexicans by and frequented by a clientele that is so like that of the Planet. Of course first I could not miss the opportunity to make some pancakes alone in the kitchen of the hostel. As a first attempt I got a decent result. It was good, although it is not the kind of breakfast you love to do.
Right away I noticed that people are friendly, that if you say you have beautiful eyes is a compliment because they want to get an end in itself, especially if you say it is a refined young man who wears orange. While Italian and English are warm, it is also true that Americans in this area are friendly, helpful, to the hand. In short, the Italians make the most of the time with an appreciation of a second end, and attach themselves like limpets become bothersome. Americans no, because I'm happy smile, help you because they have pleasure. Do not expect anything in return. And their penalty does fit the things. There is nothing it will not work if everything follows certain rules.
The shops and services open at 11 am, but close at midnight. The streets are clean, the traffic is orderly.
walk on Walk of Fame often gay and lesbian couples took her hand. Took her hand, not a particular underestimated.
The stars are many, but I managed to find the most interesting. Shops of all kinds appear to the side of the road, but most often are those of souvenirs, where do those tattoos, internet cafes and shops selling a dress, I've renamed them the stores of the drag. Even the mannequins have expressions in I found some cases exaggerated. I do not think that the women of Los Angeles to dress all ... so. I think clothing is rather typical for drag shows, or the like. In short, do not stuff every day. Besides these there were men's clothing stores, very serious. Strange juxtaposition.
The Kodak Theater is truly grand and elegant, I'm not surprised that the Academy Awards ceremony is taken there, but the Grauman's left me speechless. It will be the oriental style is completely different from what surrounds it, but in its way manages to be more majestic Kodak, if I may say so. And of course all those footprints on the concrete have their reason.
Against all expectations, including Universal Studios, I was positively surprised. Thought to be an amusement park for children, in reality it is, but set within the real worth any price of the ticket, not to mention the special effects. The Big One was brilliant and King Kong a real treat. From
you can see on the hills surrounding the neighborhood Universal and other studios, like Warner Bros, gigantic.
Great indeed is also the Hard Rock, which puts you on the list to accommodate you and leave you a kind of object type phone, which will be released when the place you will to vibrate and light up. In the meantime you are free to sit in the living room, or take a ride in the store, from which it obviously did not leave empty-handed, as usual.
Allegri, joyful, engaging, too, that these Americans are a celebration of all things. The two boys at the table over there isolated maybe they just wanted to celebrate their anniversary in peace, but the young waiters Hard Rock have all made to share the room with songs and dances. That's right, every time someone throws a urletto and all responded with a urletto, or applause, joyous. Beautiful, even if it does not reflect my character.
The Hard Rock is also the only one that offers vegetarian dishes, although a bit 'standard, and even if, in fact, is the only true international restaurant where we were, so it is just an indication.
the remainder of the tourist night spots left to be desired as a vegetarian menu. A real shame when I think that in Birmingham appeared everywhere V.
The small organized tour from the hostel on Hollywood Hills to see the sign was exhausting and a bit 'boring, since we really can not get the banner for security reasons. I already knew the actress who committed suicide and fell by the letter H to dissatisfaction at work. The next day the family received a letter of appointment. How sad.
I really liked, however, able to communicate with the Portuguese girls, despite an initial shyness I expected not let me make any sentence. Interesting idea their Port, useful tips on their Las Vegas. It 'been a growing really unexpected for my language skills, but more for those who think it is simply letting go approach. It occurred to me several times and I was certainly facilitated by the U.S. to do, from this habit of rapid exchange views, to make themselves available. Even the tourist is better, even the most seasoned traveler feels closed and introverted at ease.
Los Angeles, then, that's my home. It 's the feeling, I do not know how to explain, but I felt that I wore the city, we felt good inside. There are two different feelings that I recognize when I travel: one makes me feel the place as magical, surreal, wonderful. Delve into the diversity, scenic, and cultural. The second one is more rare that makes me feel at home. Another house, however, not the Italian one, where there is family. A new house, where to start. That place where to build. The language affects me so much. And 'my language is the pronunciation that I tend to imitate when I speak. It is no longer English, American. I feel myself and I'm more and more I realize that I still want to learn.
The climate is very pleasant, is just the thing for me. To wear a sweater over the summer tan, or find out your arms during the winter, much like here.
In Santa Monica seemed winter! We arrived late and the clouds have taken over the wide beach Baywatch huge, with lots of young Brazilian lifeguard. Colors are really beautiful. The Pier, the pier, is special. He has something of a Gothic with these clouds. Bello, despite I was a bit 'removed.
The walk is the largest pedestrian street full of LA. A wealth of shops, artists and restaurants. A great way to greet the Angels before leaving for Las Vegas, where a moment of despair he had not taken aback. I could not help myself, do not even understand what triggers my tears, but at that moment I wanted to be alone in the dark of the beach of Santa Monica, looking at my colorful pier, to make him all the compliments he wished. Instead I was the only table in the middle of the room had that restaurant, his eyes focused on German and English, the beautiful voice of an American who pierced my ears, while I tried not to think about how nice it was there and how I was ruining the moment with tears. Needed was that there were Italians to see me cry.
The day after Las Vegas welcomed me with open arms, stab me before. The heat was a blow to my body weakened by the first three days of sun-based salads, excluding dinner at the Hard Rock.
In Las Vegas you pay even the air we breathe. In Las Vegas, if you're not careful, pay also get the information. Luckily there was Randal to help me when I had to cancel the hotel in Page. He looked me in the area code and he borrowed the phone from a colleague to make the call, if made from the hotel, would cost twenty dollars. The reason to stay in Las Vegas was the fear of taking the car to move a page. Along the way we saw tire completely eaten hot from the asphalt and, speaking with an Italian who had our own intentions to turn the car in Arizona, we let it scare you. Or rather, I would have taken anyway, but I was not alone to decide. Maybe because I'm young and inexperienced and, if not slam the nose, difficult to understand how far you can go. Yes, maybe I'm naive, but I do not know another way to gain experience. I do not think enough to be told things grow.
probably if we had that morning matches for Page, I would not have felt bad. But this is only theory. As luck would have it that morning I revolted entrails. Paris hotel wanted me to come and listen to all damned ways to try with a person, in English and French were repeated, first female, then the male, trivial to the core, as stupid as hunger. More dying in there, plus I wanted the voices would stop bothering me. Cold sweating, trembling, I was standing. After an hour I had someone call from a lady who was sick before they realize that meant I left the bathroom and told him with that face. In English, yes, but with that face. E 'immediately rush to call the paramedics, who have not been slow. They made me millions of questions to which I have attempted to answer, despite the confusion of the moment. I have not fainted, but I was more there than here.
When I raised my head from the toilet, in a face convulsed, the uniform that made me the requests turned out to be a woman with eyes as blue as the sky. Its label said it was called Catherine. Her hair tied in a ponytail, the expression serious, mature, those who have the situation under control, but still a bit 'worried. Two blue eyes, in fact, many tricks, but beautiful.
Focusing these details could not think of the fire inside me, even if sometimes distracted me from his questions and was eager to come out. Several times he measured my blood pressure and, touching his forehead, told me that was boiling and my heart was beating strong. I tried to tell her immediately that I wanted to go to the hospital and she went along, trying to calm down too. The other paramedics tried to do me a vial of something, but my veins gliel'hanno permission. I still have the sign. Slowly I reached
other paramedics, or do not know, someone in uniform. The aunt could not explain, even in English. I was my only salvation. Finally, thought should be taken to hospital, so I was loaded onto a stretcher and the ambulance took me to the emergency room. ER, emergency, was written above. Catherine has disappeared and been replaced by a much younger boy, who looked at me with eyes like that. He also repeated all the questions, apologizing for what might seem intimate. I remember telling him not to worry, but no, there was the risk I was pregnant. It 'was on the ball, like everybody else. I made an infusion of something that I just calmed down, before arriving in emergency.
There, I have stuck my hospital gown, just one of the movies, and everything seemed an episode of ER. I was shaking as a leaf, my skin felt ice. After the analysis, I fell asleep all afternoon. The diagnosis was then an infection, as well as a suspected heat stroke. I was given medication and discharged as soon as the drip I had calmed down completely. Exhausted, the Flamingo me wrapped in his blankets for two days. I could not move, the only movement was allotted from my body involuntarily shivering. Behind the veil of the eyes, the window of my hotel room allowed me to see the city and rejuvenate aging, night and day, darkness and light.
We then called another doctor to visit me in the room. The Flamingo is not a doctor. No hotel there was a doctor. At best, they give you a number and the call is still in charge. So, I called Dr Lissau. A weird, in Hawaiian shirt, who first wrote to visit me a million things on paper. His diagnosis was a further infection of the airways, thyroiditis, and gave me more antibiotics. Yes, oh well. Thyroiditis? Mah The fact is that I took her medicine once and I lost everything. Everything! I kept taking it and I did take the money back to the visit, and confirmed that I was much better. He also got to use a bikini at the pool. A bikini. He said he has many because it makes them his brother, but when he wanted to measure it, I sent away. Meanwhile, the bikinis are taking me. It 's a bit transparent, but nice. In the afternoon, then I immediately put on for a dip in the pool, where I met some Canadian guys who attacked the button with the excuse to be occurring in my photo. Very nice.
Fortunately, with my healing, the coming of the "fresh". 40 ° from the first night, the thermometer of Las Vegas at night fell to 35-34 degrees. In short, acceptable. Last night it rained, a show. I half expected to see the smoke appear above the asphalt. That city it's really hellish.
The most beautiful hotel has confirmed the Bellagio, but the most scenoso for me remains the Stratosphere with its impressive tower. The Fremont Street Experience was very good, but I expected something more. I'm not sure what, but more.
Las Vegas is its fountains. E 'Luck Be A Lady Frank Sinatra, or Elvis Viva Las Vegas. Las Vegas Stratosphere Tower is the blue balloon and Paris. Las Vegas is the sparkle of sequins, the posters of the club is for men only. Las Vegas is, unfortunately, pop tickets against the fingers of selling Mexican night's fire with young girls. Las Vegas is brilliant and horrible. It 's beautiful and cruel. But I am convinced that you know to do its worst side, as if it was the best one. You can not choose which side to know her. She buys you one, and I will have to be enough. If you want to know really do not have to walk on the Strip.
I had to see it. I had to deal with the American side that the more hate and Las Vegas there is a good deal.
But as I was sure before, now that I have been there: in America I feel at home. And Los Angeles, more than Las Vegas, fits me like a glove.
It was not by chance that returned to LA for the tattoo. American ink under the skin, to belong to a little 'more.
I do not know how I feel on this side of the world. I guess I'm still not returned at all. In fact, it is more difficult and tiring to the effect of time here.
I think I stayed in the middle, as if I could not tear myself away, if something held me glued.
This time my feet are swollen. The trip was tiring.
My America has remained there, waiting for me to convince myself that it is closer, which is not hard to get. E is not difficult to reach. It is not difficult to talk to her. And 'my, I have it under the skin.
E 'started it all alongside a courageous old lady, with a glass of cranberry juice in hand, began a desperate marathon Dr House, before finishing only ten hours later in Newark. My place in the last row in the darkness of a tent from which emerge every now and then I saw the stewardesses and stewards, and only then my wickedness was completely nullified by the discovery that those places in total darkness may serve only to enable them to rest. I saw them get out of there in pairs, all disheveled ... what do I know?
It 's been easier than expected, shorter than expected and also very exciting. I followed my flight on the monitor in front of my seat, rejoicing as they moved away from here, until they left their west coast of Ireland, I thought it made.
Only one episode of CSI and CSI Miami for me, no marathon. I preferred to doze off for a few minutes, then wake up to see where we were, then fall asleep again, then wake up again. Quietly, I did not come forward to now was done.
Settemilatrecento kilometers later, my feet were swollen and I did not sleep. The hostess saw me curled English to try to see something closer porthole allowed me to move on one of their seats to watch the landing.
New Jersey, but I could see the Manhattan skyline as if it had been there for me. It was raining and the air conditioning in the off did not make pleasant jacket, but the enormous written Welcome to United States of America was the first, sweet candy that was given to me to satisfy the hunger that I bent in two by a lifetime.
I just smile at passport control, where the agent who checked my tracks and made me the picture with a webcam, making fun of the Italians who thought they had our luggage delivered directly to Los Angeles. It was impossible, he explained, because no matter what the journey is long in the States, baggage must be checked at the airport entrance. I quickly realized it was a stupid mistake by the Italian company at the check-in and realizing I felt at home. Newark, NJ, United States of America. The next flight instead
was not pleasant. I was hot, then suddenly cold, the seats uncomfortable and too tight to be a flight of six hours.
But when it gets to 'LAX, yes, I was right at home. Many pillars of colored pink and green lit night in Los Angeles fresh, palm trees everywhere, the view exotic, interesting. I discovered during the journey that these trees from very long neck, as I call them, I like very much. Sorting could not imagine this effect on me, before you see them.
initial traffic was disrupted on the highway then, notice After sign up to Downtown, to Echo Park to Hollywood. Our hostel could not be more appropriate, located in Schrader Blvd, on the corner of Hollywood Blvd, the famous Walk of Fame. Opposite the entrance, spacious and colorful flags stand out proud to introduce the Gay and Lesbian Center. Yes, it's status as gay the Union.
Like all the hostels that are observed (the one in Edinburgh was obviously a top quality hotel in comparison), it left a bit 'to be desired. Initially I thought it was not normal that the shower does not come out hot and the door will not shut from the inside. Then I realized that being in a hostel youth, not a hotel. And I also understood that the casino was at any time.
The first few nights in fact, complicit adrenaline, but also the effects of jet lag, I could not sleep.
The lights of Hollywood in the early morning they took us to breakfast in a little place around the hostel, run Mexicans by and frequented by a clientele that is so like that of the Planet. Of course first I could not miss the opportunity to make some pancakes alone in the kitchen of the hostel. As a first attempt I got a decent result. It was good, although it is not the kind of breakfast you love to do.
Right away I noticed that people are friendly, that if you say you have beautiful eyes is a compliment because they want to get an end in itself, especially if you say it is a refined young man who wears orange. While Italian and English are warm, it is also true that Americans in this area are friendly, helpful, to the hand. In short, the Italians make the most of the time with an appreciation of a second end, and attach themselves like limpets become bothersome. Americans no, because I'm happy smile, help you because they have pleasure. Do not expect anything in return. And their penalty does fit the things. There is nothing it will not work if everything follows certain rules.
The shops and services open at 11 am, but close at midnight. The streets are clean, the traffic is orderly.
walk on Walk of Fame often gay and lesbian couples took her hand. Took her hand, not a particular underestimated.
The stars are many, but I managed to find the most interesting. Shops of all kinds appear to the side of the road, but most often are those of souvenirs, where do those tattoos, internet cafes and shops selling a dress, I've renamed them the stores of the drag. Even the mannequins have expressions in I found some cases exaggerated. I do not think that the women of Los Angeles to dress all ... so. I think clothing is rather typical for drag shows, or the like. In short, do not stuff every day. Besides these there were men's clothing stores, very serious. Strange juxtaposition.
The Kodak Theater is truly grand and elegant, I'm not surprised that the Academy Awards ceremony is taken there, but the Grauman's left me speechless. It will be the oriental style is completely different from what surrounds it, but in its way manages to be more majestic Kodak, if I may say so. And of course all those footprints on the concrete have their reason.
Against all expectations, including Universal Studios, I was positively surprised. Thought to be an amusement park for children, in reality it is, but set within the real worth any price of the ticket, not to mention the special effects. The Big One was brilliant and King Kong a real treat. From
you can see on the hills surrounding the neighborhood Universal and other studios, like Warner Bros, gigantic.
Great indeed is also the Hard Rock, which puts you on the list to accommodate you and leave you a kind of object type phone, which will be released when the place you will to vibrate and light up. In the meantime you are free to sit in the living room, or take a ride in the store, from which it obviously did not leave empty-handed, as usual.
Allegri, joyful, engaging, too, that these Americans are a celebration of all things. The two boys at the table over there isolated maybe they just wanted to celebrate their anniversary in peace, but the young waiters Hard Rock have all made to share the room with songs and dances. That's right, every time someone throws a urletto and all responded with a urletto, or applause, joyous. Beautiful, even if it does not reflect my character.
The Hard Rock is also the only one that offers vegetarian dishes, although a bit 'standard, and even if, in fact, is the only true international restaurant where we were, so it is just an indication.
the remainder of the tourist night spots left to be desired as a vegetarian menu. A real shame when I think that in Birmingham appeared everywhere V.
The small organized tour from the hostel on Hollywood Hills to see the sign was exhausting and a bit 'boring, since we really can not get the banner for security reasons. I already knew the actress who committed suicide and fell by the letter H to dissatisfaction at work. The next day the family received a letter of appointment. How sad.
I really liked, however, able to communicate with the Portuguese girls, despite an initial shyness I expected not let me make any sentence. Interesting idea their Port, useful tips on their Las Vegas. It 'been a growing really unexpected for my language skills, but more for those who think it is simply letting go approach. It occurred to me several times and I was certainly facilitated by the U.S. to do, from this habit of rapid exchange views, to make themselves available. Even the tourist is better, even the most seasoned traveler feels closed and introverted at ease.
Los Angeles, then, that's my home. It 's the feeling, I do not know how to explain, but I felt that I wore the city, we felt good inside. There are two different feelings that I recognize when I travel: one makes me feel the place as magical, surreal, wonderful. Delve into the diversity, scenic, and cultural. The second one is more rare that makes me feel at home. Another house, however, not the Italian one, where there is family. A new house, where to start. That place where to build. The language affects me so much. And 'my language is the pronunciation that I tend to imitate when I speak. It is no longer English, American. I feel myself and I'm more and more I realize that I still want to learn.
The climate is very pleasant, is just the thing for me. To wear a sweater over the summer tan, or find out your arms during the winter, much like here.
In Santa Monica seemed winter! We arrived late and the clouds have taken over the wide beach Baywatch huge, with lots of young Brazilian lifeguard. Colors are really beautiful. The Pier, the pier, is special. He has something of a Gothic with these clouds. Bello, despite I was a bit 'removed.
The walk is the largest pedestrian street full of LA. A wealth of shops, artists and restaurants. A great way to greet the Angels before leaving for Las Vegas, where a moment of despair he had not taken aback. I could not help myself, do not even understand what triggers my tears, but at that moment I wanted to be alone in the dark of the beach of Santa Monica, looking at my colorful pier, to make him all the compliments he wished. Instead I was the only table in the middle of the room had that restaurant, his eyes focused on German and English, the beautiful voice of an American who pierced my ears, while I tried not to think about how nice it was there and how I was ruining the moment with tears. Needed was that there were Italians to see me cry.
The day after Las Vegas welcomed me with open arms, stab me before. The heat was a blow to my body weakened by the first three days of sun-based salads, excluding dinner at the Hard Rock.
In Las Vegas you pay even the air we breathe. In Las Vegas, if you're not careful, pay also get the information. Luckily there was Randal to help me when I had to cancel the hotel in Page. He looked me in the area code and he borrowed the phone from a colleague to make the call, if made from the hotel, would cost twenty dollars. The reason to stay in Las Vegas was the fear of taking the car to move a page. Along the way we saw tire completely eaten hot from the asphalt and, speaking with an Italian who had our own intentions to turn the car in Arizona, we let it scare you. Or rather, I would have taken anyway, but I was not alone to decide. Maybe because I'm young and inexperienced and, if not slam the nose, difficult to understand how far you can go. Yes, maybe I'm naive, but I do not know another way to gain experience. I do not think enough to be told things grow.
probably if we had that morning matches for Page, I would not have felt bad. But this is only theory. As luck would have it that morning I revolted entrails. Paris hotel wanted me to come and listen to all damned ways to try with a person, in English and French were repeated, first female, then the male, trivial to the core, as stupid as hunger. More dying in there, plus I wanted the voices would stop bothering me. Cold sweating, trembling, I was standing. After an hour I had someone call from a lady who was sick before they realize that meant I left the bathroom and told him with that face. In English, yes, but with that face. E 'immediately rush to call the paramedics, who have not been slow. They made me millions of questions to which I have attempted to answer, despite the confusion of the moment. I have not fainted, but I was more there than here.
When I raised my head from the toilet, in a face convulsed, the uniform that made me the requests turned out to be a woman with eyes as blue as the sky. Its label said it was called Catherine. Her hair tied in a ponytail, the expression serious, mature, those who have the situation under control, but still a bit 'worried. Two blue eyes, in fact, many tricks, but beautiful.
Focusing these details could not think of the fire inside me, even if sometimes distracted me from his questions and was eager to come out. Several times he measured my blood pressure and, touching his forehead, told me that was boiling and my heart was beating strong. I tried to tell her immediately that I wanted to go to the hospital and she went along, trying to calm down too. The other paramedics tried to do me a vial of something, but my veins gliel'hanno permission. I still have the sign. Slowly I reached
other paramedics, or do not know, someone in uniform. The aunt could not explain, even in English. I was my only salvation. Finally, thought should be taken to hospital, so I was loaded onto a stretcher and the ambulance took me to the emergency room. ER, emergency, was written above. Catherine has disappeared and been replaced by a much younger boy, who looked at me with eyes like that. He also repeated all the questions, apologizing for what might seem intimate. I remember telling him not to worry, but no, there was the risk I was pregnant. It 'was on the ball, like everybody else. I made an infusion of something that I just calmed down, before arriving in emergency.
There, I have stuck my hospital gown, just one of the movies, and everything seemed an episode of ER. I was shaking as a leaf, my skin felt ice. After the analysis, I fell asleep all afternoon. The diagnosis was then an infection, as well as a suspected heat stroke. I was given medication and discharged as soon as the drip I had calmed down completely. Exhausted, the Flamingo me wrapped in his blankets for two days. I could not move, the only movement was allotted from my body involuntarily shivering. Behind the veil of the eyes, the window of my hotel room allowed me to see the city and rejuvenate aging, night and day, darkness and light.
We then called another doctor to visit me in the room. The Flamingo is not a doctor. No hotel there was a doctor. At best, they give you a number and the call is still in charge. So, I called Dr Lissau. A weird, in Hawaiian shirt, who first wrote to visit me a million things on paper. His diagnosis was a further infection of the airways, thyroiditis, and gave me more antibiotics. Yes, oh well. Thyroiditis? Mah The fact is that I took her medicine once and I lost everything. Everything! I kept taking it and I did take the money back to the visit, and confirmed that I was much better. He also got to use a bikini at the pool. A bikini. He said he has many because it makes them his brother, but when he wanted to measure it, I sent away. Meanwhile, the bikinis are taking me. It 's a bit transparent, but nice. In the afternoon, then I immediately put on for a dip in the pool, where I met some Canadian guys who attacked the button with the excuse to be occurring in my photo. Very nice.
Fortunately, with my healing, the coming of the "fresh". 40 ° from the first night, the thermometer of Las Vegas at night fell to 35-34 degrees. In short, acceptable. Last night it rained, a show. I half expected to see the smoke appear above the asphalt. That city it's really hellish.
The most beautiful hotel has confirmed the Bellagio, but the most scenoso for me remains the Stratosphere with its impressive tower. The Fremont Street Experience was very good, but I expected something more. I'm not sure what, but more.
Las Vegas is its fountains. E 'Luck Be A Lady Frank Sinatra, or Elvis Viva Las Vegas. Las Vegas Stratosphere Tower is the blue balloon and Paris. Las Vegas is the sparkle of sequins, the posters of the club is for men only. Las Vegas is, unfortunately, pop tickets against the fingers of selling Mexican night's fire with young girls. Las Vegas is brilliant and horrible. It 's beautiful and cruel. But I am convinced that you know to do its worst side, as if it was the best one. You can not choose which side to know her. She buys you one, and I will have to be enough. If you want to know really do not have to walk on the Strip.
I had to see it. I had to deal with the American side that the more hate and Las Vegas there is a good deal.
But as I was sure before, now that I have been there: in America I feel at home. And Los Angeles, more than Las Vegas, fits me like a glove.
It was not by chance that returned to LA for the tattoo. American ink under the skin, to belong to a little 'more.
I do not know how I feel on this side of the world. I guess I'm still not returned at all. In fact, it is more difficult and tiring to the effect of time here.
I think I stayed in the middle, as if I could not tear myself away, if something held me glued.
This time my feet are swollen. The trip was tiring.
My America has remained there, waiting for me to convince myself that it is closer, which is not hard to get. E is not difficult to reach. It is not difficult to talk to her. And 'my, I have it under the skin.
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