Squeeking Spinning Bike

We emigrants

That now has a garden overlooking the sea, and before he rides and only whores.
's dying. And with Palermo Palermo die. Those who leave.

My friend lives in Foligno. The other day I asked him if he wanted to go down. "Equal work, now, what would you do? Come back? "
He found wonderful people there, a girl who loves the wonderful roommates and real friends.
He went down without a second thought.

you live in Finland now. Will stay for another five months. He is working there, pay well. She is friendly, nice, very smart. It fits anywhere for what I know. But it is that wants to live in Palermo, said that his place is there in the middle of the garbage in "that stinks south of hunger." I have them always before his eyes, and I seem to see bright and proud, which set a precise point, a look that can not be maintained. Remedios, Remedios sweet.

Then there's Billy, who always travels. It is now in Spain, and I believe is right. But every time the party has hysterics. Rooms on the machine and part. And crying while driving, so that no longer even see the road. Then he goes though. Palermo is also too important for her.

have been lost; coordinates, and remained a ghost town in Sicily. Some people fear that their degree course to be deleted. Some people have debts to be filled and those no longer able to take exams. Who works in Sicily for fear of losing everything. Who goes, and he knows that will never return. Some
part to follow someone, and then they repent. Who builds something in every corner of the earth, and if they repent, because basically go and leave something behind and some people deserved more time.
Some come from Africa on a crowded boat and he does not repent, and lives with his family photos hung black more black in the room, stuck to wall forever. Some come from Tunisia and puts on a new family, forgetting that he left the other side of the Mediterranean. There are women who suffer from husbands who are gone, husbands who fill their guilt with remittances. Some
before finding his place has to find himself, and not in a bottle. There are those who do not have the courage, and lives a life of regrets.
Some people with blue eyes the most beautiful of the earth swallows up all the people he meets and eats everywhere. Those who learn ten languages \u200b\u200bbut forget forever the maternal language, the dialect of the Child. Who is still waiting to leave, imprisoned in some centers detention in Libya. Those who risk their lives for a piece of bread.
is always the poor who have to leave. And today we are almost all poor in resources.
Basically we are a bit 'all emigrants.