You are the hole in my head 
You are the space in my bed 
You are the silence in between 
What I thought and what I said 

You are the night time fear 
You are the morning when it’s clear 
When it’s over, you will start 
You’re my head, you’re my heart 

“Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.”

~ Paulo Coelho

So - let me update you.
Yesterday I returned to Italy. I already miss the mornings spent swimming in the crystal clear sea, and I already got sick of the usual italian news about politics, corruption, crisis, and all this moralistic bullshit.
But! As summer goes and autumn comes, I must think that something good will come my way… aftar all being home, seeing every morning my green hills and getting scratched by my cat Byron puts a smile on my face : )
Apart from that, I’m swamped with studying and I’m constantly humming Florence and the Machine songs (I’m going to her concert in November *____*).
That’s it, I guess. I’ll post some photos and check out the new followers as soon as I can : )