Goodbye 2010, in the end for many things you have not been bad either. Now, like hundreds of thousands of other people, I'm in line outside the window of hope for the future, currently embodied in the glittering New Year gift packet. So full of promise ... so full of expectations. As if with the click on the date of the final figure we also jumped to a higher rung on the ladder to happiness. We will one day, if not a couple of hours, losing quest'ingenuo childlike enthusiasm and realize that happiness is not automatic there is not even a joke, and we are still in our same old arena to fight as a post gladiator-neurotic and iperstressati ... only momentarily surrounded by empty bottles and scrap of firecrackers erupted.
but who cares.
Pass me the stupid bottle of cheap champagne and toast. To all of you, to me, because our daily struggle to lead soon to collect some small, well-deserved victory. Fought with honor. Always.
Behold, 2011 ... well as the gong sounds that I am ready.
Million Dollar Francy
