Everybody changes and I don't feel the same

My last post was in 2013. I don't know the reason made me stop writing here but I know how much I missed this place. The place I am nobody, but I feel complete.

Life has changed I lot, and I can't be the same. I still love the same musicians and have the same hobbies, the same friends... But I'm not the same person. The way I look inside and outside is calm now even though I'm still under the presure.

I know 2015 is a big year. I'm starting my post-graduation ~~(or is it called "graduation", or "undergraduation"? I don't remember anymore)~~. I'm gonna meet the Backstreet Boys for the first time and - if God bless me this way - I'm gonna live an adventure abroad.

I love my life but I need to fly. For the first time I'm pretty sure about it. Now I'm not talking about what I want. I'm talking about what I need...

And I can breath, breath, love!

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About love

Thinking about my life, I fell a little bit stupid. Why do I spend my life loving you?! Everybody can see how you don’t care about my feelings, about my life, about me. On the other hand, I could give my life to see you happy and safe. “ Love is a dog from hell ”, Bukowski wrote in the past. He was right. Love is a dog from hell and I am there, feeling this fucking pain…

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It's a Summer morning with a bright Sun in the sky but inside I feel sad. I look at my empty mug looking for an answer What am I supposed to do? Coffee smells in the air It brings me the confidence I need To start my day. It has no sugar It isn't sweet But it's hot and full of energy. I breathe and drink my coffee goes down to my throat And I know now I'm a fighter.

What are the things you want more than love?

It’s a song about nobility and personal sacrifice, about doing what’s right, even if your heart is telling you otherwise. The spoken intro gave us the title for our new album: And love is not the easy thing / The only baggage you can bring / Is all that you can’t leave behind . Love, in the highest sense of the word, is the only thing that you can always take with you, in your heart. At some point you are going to have to lose everything else anyway. There’s a passage in Corinthians that uses the image of a house going through a fire, and it seems to suggest that when, in death, we eventually face judgement (or inspection, as one translation puts it) all that is made of straw and wood will be burned away, only the eternal things will survive. For me those things are family and friendship, abstract things, they’re not the things that you make. So at the end of the song, there is a litany of ambitions and achievements. You’ve got to leave it behind / All that you fashion / All that you ...

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