Running after lots of things. The music was good though.

I spent my time to see, to receive, to do and I wrote everything down.

My back aches, the neck too.

Remember my son: majority of people do not listen.  The hearth is beautiful, absolutely, but, the sorrow is everywhere.

Me, as well, I played. I started with wonder, then sarcasm, then power, then anger. I played the game. I screamed I laughed, I cried. I won, I lost.

I found that the problems are at the borders. A lot of room as long as you stay far away from them, and sometimes you may think to have won too. Still, the movement is just within the borders.

Note: beautiful to listen to neo tango music and writing during a travel on a train.

This trip was good.

I served my treasure and put them not here, I suggest you to do the same.

Bye bye, heart, coming back to Jesus. Missed him. I wrote even down on a bathroom’s wall in Venice once for him.

Listen, Venice it’s a wonderful city. Do not forget to visit it while you’re down. And travel, travel a lot. Don’t forget to read Bukowsky, my favourite writer, even if I never read anything about him though.

Take care of your feet, lots of problems come from those.

And above all, share this letter of mine, to successors. 

Yours,

Sincerity.