Get in the car, adjust the seat and turn the key. With ears still all the blessings of my mother, who were four months since I touched a steering wheel ... But not to drive long forgotten, it takes twenty seconds and reflexes, the automatic gestures, come back alone.
along the streets of my city, the cold sun, that light that I know so well, the sounds, the sounds that recognize and communicate directly with my subconscious as many small madeleines.
hugging relatives, then point to home of the AG, who is also back for the holidays and still thick with sleep and travel fatigue. The talk of the fireplace, a mandarin who cultivates his dad in the garden, the dog and the cat, his mother Knittel with the TV in the background. A hug and then away again, to visit the Lei toll rose again. The usual rings, you check that the end of the garden, traffic blocked dell'antivigilia.
The stands in the center, the shops after dinner, the kebabs and the stamp on the loyalty card.
A triangle of my favorite pizza for tea, the mozzarella that burns my mouth, the latest purchase of the clock, this time in my city, together with her that is afraid to meet my mom.
The miracle of Christmas, Mom gave her a book, which she reciprocates with a map of sunflowers. Awkward chat, rescue of a true friend.
A new puppy in the house, che rapidamente ha vinto le mie resistenze e mi ha conquistata, nonostante le numerose pipì fuori posto.
Gli alberi di Natale che proiettano luci intermittenti fuori dalle finestre, la zia e la chemio, la mia nipotina acquisita che mi si addormenta in braccio, sei mesi e nove chili di simpatia...
Agata e la tempesta a casa dell'amico vero che è andato a vivere da solo, Capodanno nello stesso salotto, con l'A.G. e il nuovo amore, tanto cibo, Trivial e Ratatouille (il topo) alle sei di mattina, mentre annodata in un sacco a pelo mi addormento sulla Sua spalla.
Il Giardino di limoni al cinema (ve lo consiglio) dove saluto la prof di italiano del liceo, in compagnia di un fanciullo molto più giovane di lei ma con l'immancabile fuchsia lipstick, let's face it, not to give anything but it would not be without her. An argument, hours of anxiety and her on the phone to hold me.
And it's already back pack, do not have time for a pizza delivery, the puppy one last caress and a kiss to the AG at four alarm sounds, and is still Lisbon.
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I want to share with you this song I really like
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