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Road

Yesterday was a great day. Strange, was not so much that I wrote to
me, what happens to me. But yesterday he deserved. And got up at 6 something. Scooter.
Padova. Work. Quiet, no new material. Then scooter. Ikea,
bought an interesting thing that I wanted to take a while '. Small,
else on a scooter is hard to carry it around. Call Viviana at my mom and ask if you need to
them something to take home dall'Ikea \u200b\u200balready out there.
need anything. Then in the saddle. Kilometers of new roads, beautiful, straight, sun
that breaks the endless campaign, dozens of abandoned houses in the middle of nowhere.
church steeples that are not used for generations more, perhaps a little 'crooked, but still there
, planted like sentinels of a religion that knows how to wait
millennia, if necessary. Finally
strawberries with the cream in a country that had seen decades ago.
And talk.
Of those that were made when there was television, and
spent Sunday talking with pleasure.
A coffee in a bar in the province, and a smile stolen from a girl who will
looks strange.
35 km Romea.
Mestre exploding with people. Unable to enter. Shooting straight. Destination
Piazzale Roma. Parking. Where to eat?
rafts. Few people, mostly tourists. To the waiter did not seem true of
hear their language. I need much, much more quickly.
I watch the sun die peacefully behind the distillation towers
Marghera, mumble and vessels in the Giudecca Canal. In front of me
the restored Molino Stucky, a beautiful 5 star hotel in its
forms of industrial archeology.
The moon is a sliver in the sky growing dark.
weizen The pint is perfect.
Money? Success? Power?
But why should I care ...