"or do anything to live, or do anything to die"
and so I find myself spending the afternoon at the pub rooting Italy rugby, outside a bar to contemplate the charm of two of Iceland, to book a flight after almost five years, enjoying a group dinner without pretending to be nice and / or intelligent to take half day of vacation time for me to stroll in the sunshine, drinking beer and eating potato chips with colleagues around local transported by the flow of events, to spend more money in one evening than in the previous three months, at dawn to way, trying to figure out if I'm awake or dream, to hold two weeks of celebrations after kissing a Goddess, to prepare another wild night between a glass of wine and a vodka, to turn around a ping pong table trying to not fall but laughing to taste, to kill time at the home of Stephen in the evening waiting to enter the live, dancing among the kids a compilation of rock music, to always say yes in spite of fatigue and ill head that I find myself, to sleep thirteen hours after two days of non stop partying, to take the ring from one end of the city from a restaurant to a bar with room for a dance floor ...
and so I find myself hanging out with people with which I never imagined to bind, to wink at any colleague is it pretty ugly fat thin single or married girlfriend, whispering with a bouncer to color while we were walking on foot on the way home, to make new friends old friends to strangers, to celebrate Christmas at the bowling alley on February 17, to have an agenda of commitments evening as ever had happened to me, laughing and joking drunk in front of a shuttered no desire to go home, for a tournament to kick box Women taking photos and observing the "fauna", exhausted in the middle of the track with only the desire to be teleported in bed at home, on the arms of David trying not to crash on the floor, five in the morning to learn a foreign language before youtube, to have lunch with a colleague so that everyone can enjoy other's company, recounting the vicissitudes of a life squandered in front of the astonished face of friends, a pizza with eggs, fried potatoes and ham accompanied with wine and coca-cola to say nothing of the bitter and Braulio pasticciotti, waking up in the morning with calves to pieces, a hiss in the ear and mouth parched, promising to help renovation of an apartment, talking to someone who always says that which has the cock in the head but apparently not enough because he has not given to anyone planning a trip to Switzerland, where there seems to wait for three girls
evening to remember ... and so I find myself giving a voice to this life. y
cixqp: common phrases in Icelandic - "pu ert mjög falleg"
