In the rain, often we complain...

This continous rain is really attacking my mood, trying to bend me and my force of will...
My ear aches, it's cold outside, the mountain's got snow, so no mountain biking is allowed, my underwear is not drying because there's no sun... I'm not really happy it seems!

I almost finished my exams though; I only have a tiny little one left, and then my dissertation, and then my university adventure will finally end, seems so strange after so many years...
(yes, in Italy, and when you're a lazy dumb like me, it *can* take years...)

Nevertheless, february is coming to an end, for sure, and march promises to bring lots of news!
"White week", 7 days of skiing in the Dolomiti mountains with some of my very best friends, weather getting better, and my dreams about her growing still stronger... what could a man ever desire more?

These are my days.
As to my hopes, I do not know.
But from these lines, I wish to thank you, Shruti, you gave me the right help when it was needed, when a rainy day was turning into a stormy month.
If I can get a better man, I know, you know, it's thanks to you too.

But in the sun, as I hope, again we'll be on the run, and happy, and lively.
And if dreams they don't come true, and we won't be given what's it's hoped, due,
then the sun will come up, nevertheless,
its warming arms nothing short of another dreamy excess,
and blessed, or messed or even lightly caressed,
days'll come and leave fast, and sweet in clouds and dust,
in days bathing and sinking,
in days so warm we will be dreaming and living.