03 April, 2010 4/03/2010
oh dio mio
I guess when the plane took off from Milan there was this longing in my heart to stay in Italy and in some way that brought sour tears to my eyes.
I want to stay in Italy, to eat gelato all day and grow fat on pasta for appetisers and chocolate mousse for dessert. I want to gawk at beautiful Italian men and women, and sing everyday in the room with (too) good acoustics in the hotel. I want to shiver in giuseppe and pick flowers to put in my hair.
But most of all, I want to be with the MJChoir, singing alongside with them , meaning everything that we sing and knowing that ultimately we'd enjoy the music we make.
That's what I want to do, and what I've taken back from this trip.
Other fonder memories would still dwell in my heart( and notebook), only to be released another time when things are different. Or perhaps in my LJ drabbles account.
Escapism suddenly becomes such a feasible idea.
This trip's somewhat like our swansong
XOXO, world
