Let's get ready to the rumbleeeeeeeeeeeee! A thunderous "motorieeeeee science" as he would say worthy ugo "gauskas" Cauz everyone! After a summer dotted (a specialty of Elvis Costello) from parties, various student spirit, people who like me has broken the balls to work in a tourist lost in Middle-earth at 6700 meters above sea level and then de festival gà did not own (well not generalize because I am perhaps the only loser!), exams, holidays, fuck and about the latter feature do not give an emeritus "Gazza" at this time, I decided to jot down a few lines (no nothing bamba) to express my ideas and "hope" for what evidence to the contrary will be the last year of college together but not the last of all, and now that is inevitably upon us.
Yes, as we used to say whenever the epilogue of an adventure of our lives "are already past x years? I remember like it was yesterday the first day of ..." (Or maybe just me ... so I say likely) and I can not finish this sentence x point where I put it.
What will end (and I hope with all my might that not be the case) to the end of this' last Hdemico years will be an unforgettable journey in the company of people only,
friends from every corner of the Northeast that has (not even as large as China) x some crazy case of the fate met by creating chaos pure,
parties, large and unique, misunderstanding,
Butt giant (any resemblance to persons or things is not 'purely coincidental), accidents (due to the effects of psychotropic substances and not well known), of
psychoactive substances (alcohol x only us, not we are addicts eh !!!), of cazziatoni by teachers,
lost all hope on the part of teachers , the same tests repeated 10 times before x di passarli, di rinuncia a ogni forma di controllo da parte dei professori, di storie d'amore che hanno fatto scalpore e magari chissà ancora ne faranno, di lunghe ore interminabili di
lezione , di custodi che hanno lasciato il segno (forse anche troppo, anzi certi han proprio rotto le balle!! W i SICILIANI), di
gruppi studio in biblioteca (e questa sappiamo tutti essere una gran boiada), di
GEMONA (la vuota e sterile), di pellegrinaggi il mercoledì sera (e anche tutte le altre sere direi) verso mete sacre che incarnano lo spirito della festa, della casa di Fede, della casa del Ventu, dell'appartamento sopra la nonna di Arianna, della storica abitazione dei fantastici 4 (jonny, faith ventures and Thomas), the cds of race when he was a bit 'too tanned for alcohol,
Flavio and his feralut (poor flavio!! Do you remember the face that went with him often when I resigned c' ???), we were to
laughter, unforgettable performance of
(I love all and sundry, but I address a special thank you to Jonny ... well voio mule!), complaints have survived do not know how, Firstborn's (because usually change every year), stemware glass pig flew into the street at 3 in the morning,
Ski Holidays memory,
THOMAS (6 forever in our hearts), the Brugal
and company (large Brugal, we've discovered, I have loved you and drink forever, Amen), the
Pillo (sandruvi dear you deserve your own space in my dotage Pillo .. I'll be honest, I voio well, a 6 myth and if there was you all our parties and our peaceful stay at glemona would not have had that bit "more" sound of madness), of
and catchy slogans (pias
you ah?, Sandruvi dear, yes ok?, science motoriee and here there really is to do a phone with a lot of phone numbers of those directly involved), of
MUSI INFLATES e. .......
now I leave you to be you to express some of your fun and beautiful memories that you scored in this experience and that always takes you inside ..... I Have made some but there would be many and really deserve to be mentioned ...
As for what we're going to live in a little while I hope it will obviously be the best year we've ever experienced as a group of friends and maybe even our lives, hopefully in a year full of satisfactions of revenge on those teachers who we are still doing damage (to people like me who still has an easy time with physics, thanks dear Paolo!), doctors from the Buso, new promises to be entrusted with the baton, which contains our essence that reflects what is really our soul: the party (go and perpetuated the race of the Musi White Balloon !!!), a week, the most destructive and fun than ever lived!
of new friends and new creative exploits of each of us that we are THE BEST.
Because even if the end of everything we are divided by distance, we are always united by our friends ...
For posterity will judge ...
