Almost 1 and a half. In my headphones sound like songs by Tiziano Ferro. In Italian, not English versions. I like it (because I was an Erasmus year in Rome and learned Italian) listen to songs in original version, also go to the cinema to see films without bending, but I have a special guy who go to my uni friends are Like to go see the movies dubbed and, above all, you have not enjoy going to movies alone, as I have done so many times here in Rome or Barcelona.
But there is one song that every time I hear I removed everything. It's an old Italian song, I guess the 60 or so, a singer well known in Italy (although here in Spain is also something known-not for people my age, because like so many singers of that country made versions Castilian, as it does now, for example, Pausini). It's called "Sabato pomeriggio". You see, every time I hear it, do not know why I come to mind so many moments of solitude in my year in Rome.
[I have run out of songs by Tiziano Ferro. And that's how it goes head to spin, I made Baglioni]
I would have liked that, during those months I spent in that city so like many Madrid things, have had (besides my friends and my fellow University College, a Catholic school for a gay guy, you have to fuck) eyes to look without getting tired, a phone number to call to get going watch a movie or dinner or just a walk in the Trastevere or sit to share a strawberry ice cream and chocolate, or a mozzarella sandwich or bologna, at the foot of the Trevi Fountain, for example.
Instead, most of the time I used to walk around the city only with a backpack almost as long, when I tired entered a record store or bookstore to browse books until I decided that it was time to retire to mourn with the head resting on the table in my room Marianum (it was called the College of the balls, where he also met some nice people to guys I'd like to try dating, but did not dare or joke) and listening to my CD " Then last album of Celine Dion.
Libraries I do not know for what reason, entering a "is wherever I am, I feel a certain sense of calm, of being temporary ... But I can not wish that in those moments of solitude here in Rome then, or here in Madrid now, my eyes met with others, a good guy, I do not suffer, do not laugh at me as they did at school (for fat, for timid perhaps gay, but neither then nor now I have "pen") to respect me even a little, and we we could stop looking at each other ... and we should forget the rest of the world ... and tell us hola! and invitásemos us a coffee or what not ..........
In short: it was not then, and have not ever happened to me. But I keep wanting it as the first day I felt the loneliness.
PD: Sonia, Iago, Max, Calalola and all I have read ever: hope not lost. Oh, and welcome to the new (as Fox, for example, thanks for your message) By the way, in this new year I plan to write only when I want to truth (that can be both a daily post as suddenly be ten days without writing.) I think it's best to be honest with myself.
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