Sometimes life is strange
I'll be back in Emilia Romagna. From Friday to Sunday, is the bridge for me in the end, or not?
Solo, among many, Santa Sofia, hotels, bike, in the Province of Forlì. View the map, where can it be?
I see it. What a strange position. Almost like a Satanic rite, draw lines. The first door in Florence, Rome removed, was the beginning of everything. The second in Bologna. The third to Imola, the fourth in Rimini, and also wanting to San Marino. Everything, practically, equidistant. Cryptic? Yes
And so I discovered that Santa Sofia is my X on the map of nostalgia Emiliana heart desires still painfully and unnecessarily repressed memory of a pin that will not abandon me and leave a bit reluctant 'to room everything else. If I had doubts about starting or not, this coincidence has dispelled them, I will take a bit 'of water but it's okay, I'm ready.
racing leather suit (last year I could never get in as tight as it is), racing boots, waterproof gloves technical h2out, new protections spine, travel bag and rain gear, like a good nerd on two wheels . Half a check book, wheeled and controlled.
I do not know what to expect from this trip, I do not know how I feel, I do not know how to come back. I do not want my fellow travelers, I want a world of good, but they are not at the top of the corporate form.
Saturday I'd make a quick trip to Bologna, in the final analysis, I miss the city.
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The fragments of memories, are very sharp "
Lela - 06
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