This is a post, after all, celebrating. Or decerebration. I do not want to be the bearer of great truths of great existential or cosmic concepts. It 's just my personal masturbation on the small success achieved. Just today, even if you who read it yesterday, two years that this blog is up. Or rather, on line. When I started I thought it would be impossible to spend a year or two even utopian. I never believed to have arguments, né tanto meno la capacità di esprimerli. Della facoltà di scrivere poi, non ne parliamo. A scuola, sia alle medie, che alle superiori, se arrivavo alla sufficienza in un tema, c'era da fare festa. Inizialmente è tutto iniziato per curiosità come una prova, poi è diventata una sfida contro me stesso. Che a sua volta si è trasformata in una passione che non credevo di avere. Con il passare del tempo, scrivere è diventato sempre più piacevole ed alle volte, con mio grande stupore, anche terapeutico. E' stato incredibile per me scoprire quanto ci si riesce a sfogare, mettendo i propri pensieri su carta (monitor, coglione, monitor). Così, adesso sapete che ci ho preso gusto, per cui non c'è più nulla to do. You have to find someone that I unplug it. Alternatively, continue to endure. On balance, I was not a good visionary about the life of 'I'm blog. Rereading the first post I realize that is really ridiculous. That is, they are even now, but at least have a logical sense. Looking back I think back to my own life and then I realize how much has changed. The latter claim is questionable because it seems to have lived for four years but I remember that fragments back together make it one. Power of drugs. However I will not dwell, who knows me well can understand what I mean, who does not know me you can read the entire blog, and still do not understand anything anyway. Otherwise, buy my autobiography now published only in the dialect of Swahili, but soon also available in Kazakh. If one thing is sure this blog does not meet your mental abilities, even though very rudimentary. So, as we enter the third year of publishing (fuck, that big word), did not announce anything significant. Just congratulating myself on the beautiful literary saw that I just gave birth.
