The great dream

Dear daddy, I am sad. I am sad because you don't write me. Sad for the misfortunes that are in the world, in comparison to which I am obviously lucky, but when the tv shows the recent meeting among the president Obama and Berlusconi ( kiss, embrace and welcome my friend!), I feel disgust.
I am sad because I don't know the English and translate the posts is a mission impossible. I hope that you understand me the same... When you will adopt me, you will teach me the English, don’t you?
I always think of you. I try to enter into your thoughts, to understand the reason for your silence. You perhaps want to know me better and you are observing me from behind the scenes, even if you don't send me your comments. I hope to capture your attention and I hope to satisfy your curiosity. What can I do for being listened by you? I would like you love me. I would like that you embraced my lost cause... there are days in which, in spite of my good will, it seems me that the dreams collapse. Then I make fantastic stories about you, while I am clenching one’s teeth and wait. I want to tell you an amusing story. I have looked for thousand times to become rich. How does the proverb say? The problem is the first million dollars. I was convinced, so I have spent enough money buying tickets of the lottery , knowing that I would have (had? Help me!!) greater possibilities to be stricken from a lightning rather than to win to the superenalotto. But I have done of worse... or it depends on the points of view...
I played the Stock Exchange. I have lost a lot of money. And now I am ready to begin agai The factis that I fool myself to have enough experience… I will end as my dear friend that has dissipated his current account and a part of his liquidation. From some time, I have observed the mib 30 and I was convinced that, in spite of the oscillations of the index, there were however a fair marginof profit. Yesterday I have purchased the Alliance ass to the price of 4,77 euro. I hope to have fortune! I would like to earn 100/200 euro for my birthday. Have you ever seen the countdown in my blog? They are remain only 4 days! I am 37 years old: an age in which everyone starts to strike the balance of life.I had three dreams and I have not realized anybody of it. Here is the list:
1) becoming rich
2) becoming a very successful writer
3) living in a warm place as the Florida or the California
What a sadness! For my birthday I would like to realize at least one of these dreams. I pray you save me!
In the next days I will not write other posts because I will go away for a little holiday: three days to Cesenatico, in the Romagna’s Coast. I will go to some hairy hotels without the conditioned air. Why don’t you come with me? You would naturally stay to the Great Hotel and I would come to visit you every day.
By the way, for my birthday I have changed look. I have cut the hair. What a beautiful gift!!! My aunts, sweet aunts! are thinking about giving me some pants and some pair of socks. What a sadness! I’d like to buy a software called tell me more to improve my English. Price: 140 euro! Too much for my poor finances! You must consider that the holiday costs me 150 euro and the extras, I can not spend more
But there is a good thing. Summer , at the end, has arrived. In Bologna there are 35/40 degrees: a miracle! I love hot. I splash inside as a goose in the mud! I am happy. After a winter, in which I used scarfs, a lot of wool sweaters, and the purse of the warm water in bed, I am sure that in my other life I was a lizard. An animal with cold blood that goes to lethargy. I have lived all the winter in coma. I was depressed and I was in hibernation all the time. I want the sun, the hot all the year. I hope that you live in a place with the sun, full of light and life.
By the way I will bring with me a California’s guide. Is it true that there the tourists can not go on foot? It’s strange but beautiful! The walk of Fame, the tour of the villas of the stars ... By the way, have you left your impressions on the most famous sidewalk of the world? I am reading about Saint Monica: the beach, the bronzed bodies, the surfers... A heaven! Angelinos say that in the south of the California the sun shines the whole year. Lies! Hollywood has to feed its myth and its business. I know that there is a season of the rains, which remains around two months. In that period the temperatures are rather low, but L.A. is always L.A., and a myth is always a myth, rain or not rain.
Here the rich ones spend the winter to Palm Springs or, in full desert! They are lucky!
Sooner or later I will also come there . But I don't want an organized trip. I want to sleep in the motel, to be on the road, to enjoy my adventure . I want to live every instant of my Promised Land as if it were the last.. I don’t know how a man can live in such a horrible place and be happy. Mysteries of the life...
But this is another story...
Dear daddy, now I must greet you. I love you... See you soon
Ciao
Stefania (Stefy)