summer in Italia

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The weekend begins in the club. I arrive at the predetermined time of midnight…
And it’s dead…but don’t worry it will be full. I am skeptical.
Sure enough the music starts up and 1000 thousand people are at the door.
Then before a few mixes the floor is full. No warm up.. just dance…now.
Italians wait till almost the end and then explode on the dance floor. Strange.
They must get liquored up somewhere else before they arrive.
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And of course the next day the sea washes it all away.
Sun. Sea. Sunset and suntans and at the heart of it, we all just need a little sex.
A little Love and acceptance… we are not so different us humans.
Bless
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