THE DAY IS FINISHED

   I don't know if I did what I had to do, I tried to be myself, sometimes contradictions emerge from our sea of ​​thoughts, I said some wrong things, I thought one thing I said another, I don't know if it is actually me who am wrong or that others live differently.
   A musician friend of mine, it's true we don't see each other very often, and I don't even know if we respect each other enough, or that we underestimate each other thinking we are better.
   I said my friend who lived his life in art, first a musician, then, he had the courage to leave the real world and venture into the world of entertainment (television), as a graphic designer and designer let's say each of us has made his own path , I tried to get out of the shell of the provincial town, indeed I will say more by venturing into the world of travel (embarking on a ship for two years), in search of freedom to discover the world beyond the horizon.
  How many times sitting by the sea, I used to look at the horizon as a child dreaming of different worlds of adventures like in books, but when I finally discovered the afterlife of the horizon I realized that there was nothing different from my country, all the same same views same sky and same stars, all the same, a broken dream? no, I lived the life of the moment talking to other people other languages, even if in the end we are all the same.
    It is true there are those who study a lifetime become meticulous, all-rounder, precise, in short, an artist from a newspaper article, there are instead those like me who attended the university of the street, of the world, discovering hundreds of countries and cities and many names that my memory hardly makes me remember, ... I remember a Mario, a Valerio, a Giorgio, many names that have marked a line in my mind, and I remember them with nostalgia.
    I realize that perhaps I am wrong, I never wanted to enter the party circuit of the intellectuals of the groups, after the experience of the ARCA, in Monopoly with more or less revolutionary characters, I no longer wanted to be anyone, rather than be a mediocre artist, a mediocre writer.
    Today I live my life simply among my memories in my office among many things of a life and I talk to you through this modern '' computer '' tool that I think goes far but that I don't think many read our posts.
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