hola!
how are you all? because no one writes anymore? apart from you, ale. Unltimate your post I just read a lot and made me laugh!
here the heat is absurd. are in an internet point and I spotted the armpit like never before. around the tank top and sandals, and it is a pleasure.
as ever these days in Venice and I miss you all. that is, I'm fine here. But as soon as I get my news from someone something in my throat tightens and I'm dying to be there to share with you any time. then we are all being new and I wish I could fly to Venice for a few nights were all together to talk about bullshit, to tell us what happens again. but you can not ...
have not been to a party erasmus, and I want to go to decree that Erasmus definitely make me shit. I have known quite a few and they are all bad, with only rare exceptions. how is it that some are here for six months and do not speak a word of English? and then there's the taste of their conquest. erasmus if you're a friend and if you speak more than 46 seconds with a guy you have to give it to him. very beautiful and inspiring.
instead to the English course I met a girl in london troppo simpatica e sto andando in giro con lei ad esplorare bcn. mi diverto un sacco, però i ritorni sono tragici. immaginativi me, alle quattro di mattina, che scendo dall'autobus dove il mio coinquilino mi ha spiegato e non so assolutamente dove sono. allora tiro fuori la mia cartina formato gigante da sfigata...però a casa ci arrivo sempre.
devo al più presto trovarmi "un rollo" da compagnia, altrimenti muoio di nostalgia. qui in casa siamo rimasti solo io e victor, il bielorusso. claire, la ragazza inglese e il suo uomo argentino, juan, se no sono andati. juan mi manca un sacco, mi raccontava delle storie assurde sulla sua vita a buenos aires, quando andava in giro per i locali malfamati a suonare il tango. mi I heard a little girl in front of him. Belarus is a loser the other hand, seems to be back to live with candle, when I came home and I was hoping you were not there. tells me he has changed since the eight houses here because people are bad and hard to find good roommates ... this explains the subject. however I have my single giant, terrace, and I'm not very at home. so even if I do not feel very comfortable with him we can pass on.
however, my dear, I'm taking strategic taste to go to disco, here is one that surely will step down when you come to see me, because it is too beautiful. next week are the prodigy and I hope to get tickets.
more the days pass and I find this city more beautiful.
am sending you a hug.
clear
how are you all? because no one writes anymore? apart from you, ale. Unltimate your post I just read a lot and made me laugh!
here the heat is absurd. are in an internet point and I spotted the armpit like never before. around the tank top and sandals, and it is a pleasure.
as ever these days in Venice and I miss you all. that is, I'm fine here. But as soon as I get my news from someone something in my throat tightens and I'm dying to be there to share with you any time. then we are all being new and I wish I could fly to Venice for a few nights were all together to talk about bullshit, to tell us what happens again. but you can not ...
have not been to a party erasmus, and I want to go to decree that Erasmus definitely make me shit. I have known quite a few and they are all bad, with only rare exceptions. how is it that some are here for six months and do not speak a word of English? and then there's the taste of their conquest. erasmus if you're a friend and if you speak more than 46 seconds with a guy you have to give it to him. very beautiful and inspiring.
instead to the English course I met a girl in london troppo simpatica e sto andando in giro con lei ad esplorare bcn. mi diverto un sacco, però i ritorni sono tragici. immaginativi me, alle quattro di mattina, che scendo dall'autobus dove il mio coinquilino mi ha spiegato e non so assolutamente dove sono. allora tiro fuori la mia cartina formato gigante da sfigata...però a casa ci arrivo sempre.
devo al più presto trovarmi "un rollo" da compagnia, altrimenti muoio di nostalgia. qui in casa siamo rimasti solo io e victor, il bielorusso. claire, la ragazza inglese e il suo uomo argentino, juan, se no sono andati. juan mi manca un sacco, mi raccontava delle storie assurde sulla sua vita a buenos aires, quando andava in giro per i locali malfamati a suonare il tango. mi I heard a little girl in front of him. Belarus is a loser the other hand, seems to be back to live with candle, when I came home and I was hoping you were not there. tells me he has changed since the eight houses here because people are bad and hard to find good roommates ... this explains the subject. however I have my single giant, terrace, and I'm not very at home. so even if I do not feel very comfortable with him we can pass on.
however, my dear, I'm taking strategic taste to go to disco, here is one that surely will step down when you come to see me, because it is too beautiful. next week are the prodigy and I hope to get tickets.
more the days pass and I find this city more beautiful.
am sending you a hug.
clear
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