Insomnia

Please dont play the music while you're reading this, otherwise it will look like i'm on drugs. Anyway I was in bed with Jallo and lil Anna and a lot of clear stuff came trough my head. I mean, after your departure, i though i needed to do some changes in my life. One you already now. Go out more. And the others...

Well first of all, this experience made me realize about the power of the words and the languages. Right now, portuguese is my safe port, it's my litle secret, cause whatever i say nobody will understand. But in other hand, as i dont have many contact with portuguese people, and those i had, have left i feel like i'm losing a part of myself, of my identity. My thoughts now came all in english, if i hurt myself or forget about something i say fuck instead of "foda-se". Thats it... for the first time in my erasmus i miss my roots. Well about the food everybody knows that i miss it like hell! "Anna, if you went to portugal you would eat like a tiger"...aii freschello, freschello...

Anyway, returning to changes i feel like i need to bury some stuff from my pass that make me angry or obsessed. So, tomorrow, i'll go out in this sunny day and get together all those pictures from him and written papers with things that i want them to go away and i'll put in the 5L bottle of wine (remember?). In the other bottle i'll put wishes and things that i want to happen. This looks a little stupid but i thing its a good terapy. I'll talk with kasha, Yeray, Victorio (you know, the portuguese one that says jajajaja) and Emmi. For sure they have wishes and things to leave in the Liguria Sea...

P.s: If you dont think this idea too crazy (as me) write me your wishes and things to bury.
P.s 2: Now you understand why you have to keep this letters private, otherwise i'll go straight to do an erasmus in a mental sanatory