YO! A hectic weekend of vitality! Big Luciano
I am back from this weekend rather short, but "outstanding", as they say in these parts.
Friday was an adventure because of the plane and created some discomfort for a moment where I almost thought of not succeeding.
Fortunately, Saturday morning I solved everything and started from there and the real long-awaited weekend.
I was finally able to embrace and review friendly faces of real people, after a month when I had to deal only with people who are not even worthy of being nominated, as has been proved false, hypocritical, bad and painful.
I finally started to hear and see true friends who have the courage to say things in the face, as I have always asked to do all the people that count, but obviously I have only deceived for a long time in which I believed to have next a serious person, with the balls and was ready to live a life of dreams with me and instead has been proved false, hypocritical and immature and has never been able to solve anything by itself, as unable to assume their responsibility. Already this is the saddest thing ... had to pretend to be painfully victim and seek help from third parties (some of which are not even worthy to be called such) even had to learn how to cope with her feelings Said ... enough.
I am so sorry for this person, because until a month ago and was definitely the one I love most in my whole life, but he betrayed my trust and not only ...
my total trust is something that few have and once you lose it, probably not regained.
I like people who dream and fight for their dreams against all odds (just all ...); I like people who are able to scream and pull out all the air from the lungs even against a wind of 100 km / h, but again, this person has not been able to do this: just words, words ... so many beautiful fucking habits, apathy, false. Already it had no even the balls to leave and risk for another, because in his family style (as I have seen lately), he preferred to take the first safe with another and then leave me in a nightmare that lasted less than a month for luck, fucking highly of how I could be.
Now that time and all those feelings have passed and the last two times I went I had the confirmation.
But back in London. E 'was great, fantastic.
The combination of friendly people who really appreciate me for who I am and the fact of seeing one of the bands I grew up with and with whom I cried, cried, dreamed and enjoyed, I did enjoy all the indescribable. Some places
a city where only 16 months ago wandered alone with an mp3 player and a camera and was hoping to "live" as I wanted, I did take the right path, that of my dreams, that interrupted moments of eternal stasis, habits and hypocrisy, the same that I lived in my beloved / hated hometown.
last few days in this part I started to dream, to make plans and I realized that I must go on alone to continue to grow, which unfortunately has been temporarily interrupted by a person who claimed to be mature with the umbilical cord still attached ...
The Police played two hours, performing pieces of fantastic and proving once again, even after 20 years as the music can add just 55,000 in a chorus:
YO!
Set List
Message in a Bottle Synchronicity II Walking On The Moon
Voices Inside My Head When The World Is Running Down
Do not Stand So Close To Me Driven To Tears
Truth Hits Everybody Hole In
My Life Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Wrapped Around Your Finger
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
Invisible Sun Walking In Your Footsteps Can not Stand Losing You
Roxanne King Of Pain So Lonely
Every
Breath You Take Next To You
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