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I stopped in a parking lot, I could not find a way to operate the wiper. I felt excited as if I were in the economic boom of the '60s. Cotton and the balloon skirt. New car, after 20 years of scrap: dents, scratches, dust and disorder.
I've pinned on the sketchbook from a book:
"who is going back is never the same when he left."
Oh yes, even my love is not the same since returning, the My way of loving is returned uncertain and fearful.
Poti! poti! step from the first car trip, the trip into the past, going on a trip in if ', to travel in futuro.Poti fantastic! poti! and talking about the last trip? ah, today my day started with the scrap yard at about 9 am we met to go together to remove my old Opel.
Un viaggetto in circonvallazione, seduta tra bulloni, gomme, tubi e fogli volanti. 
Poti!poti! suona il carroattrezzi ad un vecchietto sulle striscie.  Sono salita sul camion e il demolitore ha iniziato un fuoco di accerchiamento  partendo dal fatto che si chiamava Cristiano, come la sottoscritta.  Quante cose si possono conoscere sul proprio corpo? Non andate dal fisioterapista, a noi donne, può bastare uno sfasciacarrozze. 
La mia auto è volata dal demolitore, mentre la sottoscritta ha superato l'esame del demolitore con half round ring. Pfu .. thank goodness, I saw stacked between two frames, doors and without tires, heart wet from the rain.
poti! poti! Saramago wrote "those who return from a trip is never the same when he left." Yes, we travel changes, which have been of exploration, documentation, loss or fun, it does not matter. For much of the trip, who is coming back, look in the rearview mirror "if I did ... if I said ..." so it may happen that those who returned are still on the road, although there before our eyes.
poti! Poti! In the street, more than 10 meters from me, a man back in the green jacket was walking and suddenly raised his arms for a few seconds mimicked a small plane with left and right turns in the sky. It was flying low, low shot. Be cautious! Today she takes off airplane. Ma .. tomorrow? land kite? ... poti! poti! oh, here I come! my first trip with the new car is about to end. Today the park post with a veil of sadness, my Opel will be demolished with all their travels. They walk, make me turn to play a Clason, a last goodbye, it is a distant memory. Poti! poti! I have written this post following my mood from day to day, deliberately as a journey without a destination ... and would like to know the final drive that I took, Poti ?.... right! poti! Hey, Mr. Kite, gives me a lift?