E 'again in August.
And in August, my memory goes to the time lost to the past, the opportunities thrown to the winds, which progressed to the world around me changed and which remain unchanged and equal to myself, unable to react, to realize what was happening and that happening to me.
in August with my family we moved to Garden Hotel Pineta, in Abruzzo. Moving is the right word, then our holiday lasted about 25 days in that month, and literally change lifestyle.
In itself there is nothing wrong, except that I went with my Pineto since I was seven years up to thirty.
What was it? A umarell in bands, or a child unable to grow? The truth is that a human being can not be scored in a definition, but in some respects and on certain aspects of my life I was just this: a big kid.
The dark side of my soul would not allow me to create conditions in which the frames and move freely.
August was the month of big groups, because in the end at the Garden was good, and often even those who had always used to enjoy holidays in different places, sometimes returning to Pineto.
and formed the great band, friendships sometimes true, sometimes simply dictated by the coexistence and therefore not real friendship. But I liked it. Will that time I went out just at night, or perhaps not at all. Will not attend any at that time in Rome, but the party of Pineto I liked it.
course, even there I realized something was wrong. Initially, the first year, we were a little group of children, then teenagers, but around 15, 16 years my friends in the early years had stopped coming to Pineto and began to go a holiday alone. Only I was immutable. But the party will never disappear, is constantly renewed. For someone who was no longer there were many who came for the first time.
What's unique is that the last year of the opening of the Garden (and yes, it lasted for more of the hotel) when I was 25 now, 26 years, forming a beautiful group, a heterogeneous group and there was also some of my same age.
Then the Garden closed, but what do you do after 20 years in a place you go? Change? No! We went to the hotel side, but the party was gone. And here is surfacing all the contradictions of my situation at the end we were left me and a boy 10 years younger than me: a pairing completely meaningless.
And my dark side enjoyed this situation, making me feel the weight of his nonsense on the one hand, hindered by the other to react.
But the paradoxes and contradictions were even more. I set a record: I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT IN ALL THE YEARS IN WHICH THEY ARE GONE TO THE GARDEN HAS NEVER HAD ANY HISTORY.
Especially when we arrived we started to grow in Pineto after a few days and many were paired ... I never. But not because I did not like any of them, not with non- catch me of cooked, only that I was not able to express my feelings, my dark side was always clear: it is useless to give it a try, you can only fail. And so while the others were doing their experiences I took these great cooked ... and I made sand castles.
Yes, sand castles, ski more often. But some masterpieces ... Okay ... not exaggerate ... but they were bellini. Perhaps they were the result of my dark side. Or maybe not, maybe it was the only way in which allowing my soul to express itself. Perhaps it was a cry for help on the beach, a cry intended to be deleted after a few hours by the sea.
Sometimes I'd go back and rewrite my own story, but since I like what I now believe that in the end we just put it on. I prefer to write my story now, not rewrite the past.
Pineto Hello, hello, Garden, Hello to you all friends and comrades of snacks that have made my summer memorable anyway. If you go around here leave a comment if you like!
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