It is one seven at night, even if my English marks twelve seven a.m. watch. Should I go to bed, tomorrow I have proof with Gabriela Sabatini and Catherine Gramaglia for the presentation of the books of February 18. And as usual I can not go to sleep. I do not suffer from insomnia, for heaven's sake, just rests his head on the pillow I will be projected in a dream world. In fact, if I can resume the dream last night even better (sometimes I have dreams of a bet), which was half the movie. There was a cast of zombie-vampires who moved only during daylight and not at night, so the good guys (me comrpesa eh!) In the dream / film had to go dig out the bad guys at night, but could not shed light not to wake sti zombie-vampires. So imagine to find in the dark (in a dream) and someone does not know whether they are good or bad and then have only a few seconds for us to light up and decide to shoot first. It was a bit 'a dream / video game, not just a dream / films. I woke up this morning I was in middle tilt, definitely a bit 'rocketed.
But today and tomorrow, what it's like past midnight in abundance. San Remo I decided to see me and I'm late. Why? Well, it's one of those milestones annual Italian television, not for quality but for whatever I would say, and why unleash all sorts of gossip, I could not watch it. Then I do not like the Italian songs, except a very few authors who can write and sing, usually the Festival (with the accent on the A if you are old) to see him laugh. Tonight there was enough material comical I must say. There was also a lot of archaeological material. In short, an evening of history and prehistory. But let
San Remo ... I have to download a bit 'nervous tension because the day after the first presentation I will be a violin string. And then everyone is charged with internal or write or explode. Better than I write ... I am leaving the blog and go to fiction.
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