It 'so strange the human race: the hustle, bustle and leads the "pole pole", brings the "pole pole".
So far so good, except that the "pole pole mode can not be applicable to the Italian society ..
But if one is infected by this paradigm of quiet, the absolute dictates of the slow and quiet, how can he do?
becomes difficult to start running when you are sitting. ..
This is what I'm living now ... Dover
go to class, waking up to not get stuck in traffic, and irreversibly, remain bottled ..
Run, run, run to get at least .. ..
stopped a few hours, at least physically, to start programming the kinetics of mind ..
And then back into the car and run back home, because there are things you expect and that no one does .. First
the study, and then all the housework, the sword of Damocles hanging over girls with dependent parents .............
Studies, and then what?? Restart the machine for elbowing in the traffic of the evening to get to the gym ... where you go, ironically, to relax ...........
Pedals, sweat, just go up the heart ... well run ... As if I had not done enough .............
And after? Get back into the car, more tired, of course, do not deny more tranquil, but in a moment, the chaos of the city has absorbed you and your relax ..........
Then finally come home, relax in the idea, but the tension that breathing is not one that allows you to forget the stressful day .......... So
....?????????
not remain you to sleep, to finally find that peace, that calm that you meritatoaper such a long day ..
Moral: Having seen in Africa and his life and pole pole Hakuna matata, and having set foot in the everyday world, how can you not suffer MAL D'AFRICA ??????? I want to go
there ... among people who, though having nothing to live, have learned to live .............
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