It 's been a few days since I last updated the blog, and on that occasion I expressed that I wanted to show emotion. I did not want sadness, ever. Subtle melancholy, that is. Because part of me is the voice I hear inside of me, that speaks to me, tells me things that they see my eyes, a thin melancholy profoundly happy, believe me. Happy every day to see the sky, the sun. Happy because you need a few things to be happy, wherever and however. Happy with me because life was good, and good self with the life I've ever met, lived, breathed. There's nothing more boring of death that gives us an order we do not know, we do not see. Life, however, fills everything. Everything is so full of life. We do not know much about life, except that we all live more or less, as long as there is. I would not change my ever. With all my trouble, my contradictions, my paranoia. It 's my voice, I repeat. That tells me things as he sees them. And you wonder in front of a sunset, even now, as if he had never seen one. He does not need large spaces to my voice. He just wants to tell things as they occur, outside and inside of me.
I had a few issues here. Not on me directly, but some of my staff. Since I am not authorized to give notice, having signed a contract that binds me to the utmost secrecy and being a public blog, read by at least twenty-five people here in Nassau, I will not go. But it is a very bad thing, so I did not sleep all night. But there was really nothing I could do. What happened, I was very alarmed, however. Again, life here has a value other than here. Justice follows a different logic from ours, perhaps there is a concept of justice itself, the point, but a surrogate tailoring that fits from time to time depending on who should wear.
I started managing my store. Smaller than the other, lower turnover, but more controllable. I immediately gave a very personal imprint. Music: what I like, including The Fellowship of the Ring!, If more Brigante, Pino Daniele, etc.. "Dress code": you should see .... Dress does not say, but decent. Do everything to improve their appearance: hairstyle, personal hygiene, clothes ... They are making incredible progress. I have set my concept of negotiating: always use a tray to visually isolate the jewel from the other, stroking three times with a cleaning cloth before the gem show to the customer, stroking three more times before storing. Look at the customer's eyes. And they ... They do what I ask. Obediently, because I was able to seduce them. Why are a professional. "Look the customer in the eye, say the price, do not remove the look, always add a sentence to the price and using the conjunction , never leave alone the price etc.. Etc.." And they do. Almost always. Then if you do not control them, it sprawled a bit ', and then you show seriously, otherwise you do not believe anymore. You know how to punish. Really. Different from us. Shit that we do not know. I made them dream. I'll keep, I hope, my promise.
Today I even managed to see a time in Italy USA (Ghana Italy I followed through Skypecasts , great! Gialappa's comment)! I saw him at the Cafe Matisse, an Italian restaurant run by a Bahamian and an Italian. We work Luke and Laura, of which I have already spoken. I see them often enough, they are really nice as I thought. They follow their dream, their dream follows them, around the world. I know who read my blog. I wish him only rare and beautiful things that I like it, because they are brave and deserve. All the expatriates here are a bit 'Scazzi, a bit' left out in the sense that their business is done. But they are special. A few nights ago we went to Cozy Corner, a Sandyport, a place for rich men of Europe here in Cable Beach. Well ... The owner of Cozy Forlì! Too special to hear the cadence Romagna here in Nassau. A bar with billiards, table football ... It was like being in Cesenatico. The beer costs three or four dollars, then there are always Valeria, fellow Brazilian Giuliano, Ticino, Esmeralda, another companion of Ticino, all banks. Funny.
When I go to the beach. Even at 7 pm, but I go there. I watch the sunset ... Balsamo and poetry for my voice.
Hello guys. See you soon.
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