Dove siete? When the strongest breath has taken in, just a simple question is on the lips, clock is running... Things could be very easy, only that I don't know what is the right time to do anything.

There is not many breath left, finally my silent exhale make my day more miserable. Misery that I deserve, not dare to take any risk or another betrayal? Redemption in work but the outcome is never seen. Now, maybe I know how to play this game, but I am unconcious. Good bye frustration.

Dove siete? Another happy weekend? Good game of football, not overwhelming, however, the feeling of pushing limit is good.

Dove siete?