After 24 hours in a plane I'm finally in home.
I love this place, the people, the food. I fucking love this country of mine.
I will stay in here a few days. Just to see my parents, my brothers, and my family.
I am thinking...
What's happening in home?
Did my sweetheart find the keys?
Did he feed the pets?
Back in time, a couple of years ago I was in trouble, with a lot of problems.
2009 was a shity year.
So he came, save me, and give me a new life.
Together we fight against the world.
Love, happiness and hope are in everywhere...
But I feel a little bit sad today (maybe, because is monday).
Cause I've seen blue skies, through the