tu sei casinotta

And I missed my train in Paris. For the National Library couple of stations along.
And I missed last train from the small sea village where oranges are borning and where I wanted to stay.
I missed my plane back to Paris and I missed my plane to Moscow.

This viaggio was a disaster from the very beginning, from the idea, but that was so beautiful, that sometimes I was crying in the night. That’s not food, or Vespa, or gestures, or roofs or color of houses.
There s a sun in ur country, - I whispered leaving.
I knew I could stay. that made me not?

not even one photo.

And I never was more a child and more grown up then these days.