♥ Tokyo 2.08.2009 - 22.08.2008 ♥ Rivedo continuamente le luci di Tokyo, le sue strade impressionantemente affollate, i suoi edifici altissimi tappezzati di billboards and television screens, to track down the temples, castles that stand out on the landscape, I feel the scorching heat and high air conditioning of trains and shopping malls that gives you relief, the voices of the ads and contracts that make the chant, the words exchanged between friends and work colleagues, the demands of the guys still on the street corners that you hold out handkerchiefs, fans and publicity, and withdraw the hand embarrassed seeing your disinterest, the beep of the card for the train when it passes the detector, I see the girls exaggerated heels, pantyhose and gloves in August, the sun, the odious bikes, the inability to prevent a person when you find your way, restaurants, shop windows with the dishes on display so fake but plausible, the children let loose, no tears or caprice, the extension, the yukata worn for the holidays (especially in men yukata u_u), the puppets and Kapibarasan Rilakkuma, Hello Kitty and Yoshikitty, the nerd, the old and filthy browsing newspapers, people who fall asleep with your mouth open or nod his head by train, the adulation of the orders, the bows, the bows supefacenti, combiners, fancy shoes, long fingernails and decorated, the GazettE, the concert in Hiroshima, the Atomic Bomb Museum, the hosts, the Maid, false eyelashes, mini jeans shorts, leggings, the cosplayers, lights, fireworks, a futon, sushi, the little dogs, pet shops, deer, Shinjuku, Shibuya, Harajuku, Takadanobaba, Ikebukuro, Numabukuro, Nogata, Hiroshima, Miyajima, Iwakuni, Chiba, Ginza, Ueno, Yokohama, cheese, wine, beer, Kirin milk tea or Lipton, the Calpis, milk, strawberry or peach, the water bottle label , Summer Sonic, the plane, Narita, comment out loud without the other understand the club members, sushi in Ginza, the ikemen, Buzzer Beat, Koishite Akuma, Tonari no Shibafu, Hachiko, the j- rockers beggars, hateful pairs, the bridges, gyoza, the Ferris wheel, the soy sauce, chopsticks, mirin, sake, the game center, obsessively clean the bathrooms ...
I feel so selfish and ungrateful to get sick despite having achieved so many dreams in so few days, but amazingly I miss Japan, I was happy, serene, seemed to be home, I had forgotten all about here, and having to leave and leave it there even one so important it hurts me, and, with eyes closed or open, I see or hear continually that wonderful place, so that everything here seems dull and uneventful. Who remembers how
Italian had a bath? Landed at the airport bathroom, m'è came to cry ... that interest has been aroused those stuffed on the shelves? People on the street? The shops? The streets?
I had a very strong temptation to drop everything and go and live there, because I want to live there, but still can not ...
making fun of girls who were writing in their blog you want to live in Japan, but, after having been, I can not but I would also like, I do not just do the tourist.
On the plane, coming back, I had a phrase never more apt: "Do not go to Tokyo if you know we can not tornare".
Giuro che è stato il mese più felice della mia vita, e mi scuso se ancora non riesco a parlarne con nessuno, ma quella città mi manca in modo maniacale....posterò le foto più avanti ;_;