La Tedesca

The time in Genova flies because you're living way too fast. I arrive yesterday and suddenly we are almost in March. Between my arrival and today i won so much and at the same time, became empty. I look at my window and whisper "shes not here anymore", "she wont be at the party". This is only my first day without her and i feel so empty. Neither of us want to be together because if we are we will be more appart because something will be missing. HER! Nicolas and Isabelle lost their lovely friends also and they said that the next days would be worst...
In my mind i just regret to have spent so much time in bed instead of going out with her more often. Well, i guess I will change it, she would like to see me going out in the daylight. I regret also to havent spent the last days with her. I was selfish, as always. Because i was blaming her for leaving me here in Genova and everytime that i see her i just wanted to cry, so i prefered to be in bed crying alone. And now that shes gone i've just wish i could go back and swallow my pride and hug her as a koala hugs an eucalypto and never let her go. But it isnt too late for redemption. And even though she knows that i love her as a sister and that my personality is a little bit temperamental. But for what she thaught me, I wanna change into a less conflituous person. I will love more, and hate less. I bet that now she's happy because she's changing the way of people acting and behave...

                                      I love words, palavras, parole, text, palabras, paroles ....
They are a way to comunicate when the voice isnt abble to do it... or when its missunderstoon or when its silente. But, my hands, those, they never shut up. That's why for her I'll make a bridge of letters between Italy and Deutchland, and she can at least be appart of what we're doing, or not doing here.
It will be our secret, our little diary, from me to her.
Almost every day i'll write to her...
But... almost every hour i'll miss her.

Für Anna