No, I will not make a report of the concert in London.
I'm sorry, but it is not in my possibilities.
on three concerts I've done one, the first taking the enthusiasm.
But now is different, now everything is inside, and there are no words you can put pen to paper.
There are emotions, and everything else is futile. I could tell
the row of people .. but I will not.
As always, it was a war.
As always there were bruises.
As always there was the anxiety to get in, and run.
Grasp the fence, and hold it until the fingers bleed.
Hold your breath to see them come in and scream.
No tears this time.
Too much, too real for that.
Too strong emotions.
Saying thanks is not needed either.
Everything is now moved to other levels.
Several structures.
Now I can not help but wait for the next.
Wait.
be there, with all those people to press on your back with the iron pressed in the ribs, is worth more than anything else.
I love you.
I love you.
fifth day in a row in the square in front of Koko.
A day and a half at the concert.
Barboneggiamento rulez.
Italian, British, Canadian, New York, Swedes ... Yo! (And we are not all in the photo.)
In the other photo with the left / center: P And if you want
gained. \u0026lt;3
(I'm thinking workers, why are not the pc. I'm not even in Taranto.'m In the land of Middle-uu bye)
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