Next Week :)

The thanksgiving is almost here, and it's pretty cool!! :)
The fist thanksgiving of my life, I'm so excited!!
I've only to survive to this week, and the stresses of the LitMag, nothing too much complicater by the way!

David Cook - Time of my life

I’ve been waiting for my dreams
To turn into something
I could believe in
And looking for that
Magic rainbow
On the horizon
I couldn’t see it
Until I let go
Gave into love and watched all the bitterness burn
Now I’m coming alive
Body and soul
And feelin’ my world start to turn

And I’ll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time
To be more than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life

Holding onto things that vanished
Into the air
Left me in pieces
But now I’m rising from the ashes
Finding my wings
And all that I needed
Was there all along
Within my reach
As close as the beat of my heart


and I’ll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time to be
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life

And I’m out on the edge of forever
Ready to run
I’m keeping my feet on the ground
Arms open wide
Face to the sun

I’ll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time to be
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
This is the time
This is the time of my life.
This is the time of my life.

3 months

3 months have passed since my first day here in the US, and being here still seems to be like a dream! maybe that is what you fell when a dream comes true!
all I can think to say right now is THANK YOU to all the people who made this true!
and unlike my usually mood in rainy day, I'm smiling, maybe it was true, this is changing my life, forever and ever!

Jack Frusciante is out from the band

He's in love.
She's not.
They meet by chance.
Become friends.
She's going to leave
"Big Fly" in the US,
as she calls it.
She's been a hurricane
in his life;
after her nothing will be

The same old story.

He cried,

None knows that.
Thanks Aidi,
Alex loves you!

this is a poem about my favorite Italian Book!