"My still nightlife..." By Barbara Gerace
My boring, repetitive and distressing night.
When you're 15 doesn't seems so bad but when you're 25 and you are forced to come back here, oh well, it is like crashing in an infinite limbo. Everything is too small, to tight and you feel suffocating, but at the moment there's no other way. And so the only thing that you can do is go on staying static, wandering around and have nothing to do except looking the silent lake until your opportunity will arrive.
This is my nightlife.