I don't care anymore what I'm supposed to be. What I'm supposed to do. What is considered normal and what is unusual. I don't mind anymore not to have good explanations to provide. I'm what I am and anyway I always have funny stories to tell, if you give me time and I trust you. It took me around twenty years to accept this and I'm not gonna change my mind, at least in the short run. I guess all this doesn't make any sense and it's just because I had to much wine tonight, but again, I don't mind...
e ora me ne vado a letto perchè in questa stanza fa un freddo assassino.