I say all this because I've been hard days. His grandmother died Thursday morning while he was here with me at my house, a well-earned rest after finishing his exams. But that call came, I saw him grab his shoes and car keys on the fly, to rush home. But it was too late, had already left. These days I saw him tired, exhausted, his eyes swollen and glistening with tears that held stubbornly. And yesterday at the funeral shook my hand, so that he could hurt me. And I did not tighten it, to allow resumption breathe a little ', embracing his friends, our friends, fake laughter among family members and parents. And then I heard crying, in silence, as not to disturb too much, as I strongly embraced outside the church.
Tomorrow is his birthday, it happened to me as to him losing a grandmother a few days before his birthday. There will be parties, it is still too early. We will be he and I, tomorrow as yesterday, as today.
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This afternoon it rained, the rain of flimsy, lightweight wheels, that makes me want to run, or stand still motionless, there, between the drops, with arms outstretched and head high into the sky. I was studying in the garden when it started to rain, then broke out before a real storm, with thunder and lightning worthy of Jupiter. Next week I have three exams in two days, Tuesday and Wednesday, geography and French, then under study by examining the damn story, I had my way, it would be easy to study, but as the goat that c 'is as a professor, I have to remember how many times caio guy and fulfill its needs in a day. But patience, we try and how it goes, even an eighteen is welcome to give finally start to summer. Summer already Magic is now studying every morning - well, more or less xD - with him in the evening with dinner with my inevitable fantastic London that comes close as a few days ago my beautiful Cip is leaving us little pieces of her wonderful heart of yours, and then there are exits to the schedules as absurd in the morning, between Piazzale Michelangelo and the center of Florence or Siena that, between my mother sees me more happy and at the same time would keep me locked up. 
