Blonde Mafia Ganja Island

�She wants to know if I love her, that�s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.� ~Jonathan Safran Foer

19 days left in Palermo. Why do you always have to give up the things you've finally got. When it's close to perfect. She told me she cried at night. Me too. :(
I don't want to leave my love, the sun, the smiling people, the fresh olives, the espresso, the little streets, the cold churches on a hot day, the freedom of not being responsible for anything, the windy balcony and the view, the sandy towels, the dogs who I give the ham from between my cartoccio, the market in the mornings, the watermelons being sold everywhere you look, everywhere, the kebab at 4 am, the laying on grass at night when drunk, the happiness, the listening to Ipod while walking to the farthest theatre, the sugarsweet grapes, the babyblue sea, the smell of bread while walking on narrow empty streets, the kissing on both cheeks, the shouting "terviseks" with people from 10 different countries, the watching Italian TV shows, the seeing beauty in people instead of criticising them, the yellow mornings when I lay in my bed and I hear Italian from the window. I don't want to leave my love. My Love.

�The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart� ~Alan Alda