Wine, ankles and fireworks

And another year is over, with its good and bad memories, with its images, sounds, emotions, with its tears and smiles, with its bittersweet taste, with the lessons I learnt.
Another year is over and I watched it go by, while my ankle pulsed in pain, while my head got filled with dreams, while my hand held a glass of wine never empty, while my eyes were fixed on the bright lights exploding in the dark sky...

I just missed Rome so much...
Pollon mi dispiace tantissimo...sono sempre la solita stupida maldestra!!non ho potuto fare la scimmietta con te...mi rifarò nel corso del 2007, promesso!!