Impossible to dispel certain myths. If they become such for a reason. American blacks are big, big tall, with huge smiles proportionally. There are many fast food that we pienano eyes and stomach very fast. The machines abilux are infinitely and unnecessarily large. In America everyone abilux warm. Flip flops and shorts to 1600mt, with a few degrees above zero, as if it rained. And not only. They dress in the dark. It's like being in a movie. How to say otherwise? Ultra modern skyscrapers and small wooden houses, contrasts that tell a country very different from ours. It's all weird and everything possible. Barboni at McDonald's, smoke from manholes, street artists who improvise concerts.
Of course, in America, you do not feel different. Perhaps it is the legacy left by the many years of apartheid, abilux slavery ... but it seems that no one is interested to judge you by your appearance abilux ... I explained, no? Although in Italy are the 6 in the morning and here the 23 fatigue is felt, and especially the use of the tablet !!!!
Maremma of birth, adoption of the Florentine, who emigrated to study and rooted for pleasure, love, work. I love sports, abilux poetry, the heat, the sea, running, travel, abilux succulent plants, art. Balloons, a thousand friends, my blog and some bag (too many, they say). This, perhaps, is me.
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That is thanks to your title, is now that I'm singing "I love you denveeer, cucciolotto Green Girls". America, you know it is my dream and I dive within your descriptions, I close my eyes and I would be there even I, in the country where you do not feel "different." A big kiss myrtillin, had a sacchissimo!
Glad to read you whole in Denver .. you saw that it was no use to be afraid? My mom always said that if in an American city go around dressed bulbs do not care about anyone, it's normal! So it's still so much fun ... a little too much for me !!! A Bascione to my little elf American!
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How nice, you're in the States !! Meeting in your notations much of what he told me my brother when he was in Canada, and some even in the US. A big kiss to the stars and stripes:-)
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Maremma of birth, adoption of the Florentine, who emigrated to study and rooted for pleasure, love, work. I love sports, poetry, the heat, the sea, running, travel, succulent plants, art. Balloons, a thousand friends, my blog and some bag (too many, they say). This, perhaps, is me.
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