Strawberry Girl: ciao ciao

lunedì 31 maggio 2010

ciao ciao

il mio negozio ha chiuso il 23 e in quello di Vicenza avevano bisogno di un aiuto copertura turni questa settimana quindi mi han mandato lì..

beh, per molti aspetti sono stata meglio una settimana a Vicenza che un anno Padova: regole meno rigide, nessun senso di alito sul collo da parte del capo e soprattutto rapporti molto meno tesi tra i colleghi.

adoro e mi mancano i colleghi di Padova, ma sono convinta che se avessimo avuto un ambiente lavorativo come quello di Vicenza saremmo stati ancora meglio tutti quanti. sì.

bello scoprire queste cose l’ultima settimana di lavoro...

comunque da oggi sono ufficialmente disoccupata.
yay

Nessun commento:

Posta un commento

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouth filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of the town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, “Death is a midnight runner”. The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn’t good for two. I rode alone. You said, “The cinders are falling like snow” .There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivalled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

Strawberry Girl

lunedì 31 maggio 2010

ciao ciao

Nessun commento:

Posta un commento

Informazioni personali