The day is slowly coming to an end ... and I must say that I can not complain ... just yesterday to open a small perentesi, I was almost finished at dinner time ... morning woke up at 4: 30, working from 06:00 to 14:00, walk (nice) to the parking lot, 14:15 we start with the machine direction Cerenova (help, what awaits me ..) 14:40 damping to take sand and cement, 15:00 finally home ... finally?? gear wheel and at 15:10 we depart for a longish of 14 km at 4:30 .. finito16: 30 in the shower refreshing, nice warm, cozy, but only for a few minutes .... dot dress from 16:50 "muratoresmantellatoreidraulicoelettricista" because, as Even worse, the work calls ... I am still like a nightmare, the bribe to the right and the chisel on the left ... I pass the mirror and not recognize myself, so fatigue has changed my face (I've never was a fig tree .... but it is too) .. call for a couple of hours the last bit of energy left and started my "great" work of devastation ... the bundle while it becomes increasingly heavy, and my hand always increasingly tired and tries in vain that I can not give aid 18:50 .... the last tile pity gives way under my eyes now ... I do not feel deprived of something not even the noise of the tile into pieces .... I'm alive? who knows!! gently I put the tools of the trade, I straightened up and I do not know because my mind goes back to 4:30 per kilometer long and a small grin of satisfaction can be seen in my eyes ... I think the gentleman who greeted me intrigued (it was raining) to the mother with children that I Gurd of the car, as say this is "crazy," the dog "asshole" I ran behind the puddle that has washed Pieia happy feet, the raindrops on my lens, the plane that passes over my head, the silence Cerenova a strange winter and smog-free car ... I think my girls are in Rome ... I think of as the race makes me happier, less tired, more alive ... I do not think I could live without my race, my shoes and my dreams ....
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