That time of my life

Strange time it was. What time was it? Time of wishes and expectations. There were struggles and fights too. And high temperatures. With mood swings, unbearable weakness and unstoppable energy.

D'altronde, così sembrava pensarla anche il cavallo emo dello Chateau de la Hulpe.

Blame it on the unexpected sun, on the sudden outburst of pollen, on the yellow light - or maybe on the purple leds. A day feels like the end of the world, another one feels like the beginning of life. Which is actually the same thing.

Alla fine era solo un compleanno a Bruxelles.
Oppure: all'inizio era solo un compleanno a Bruxelles. Dice: it's my party and I cry if I want to. Ma non è che si deve per forza piangere.

In fact, at the end, a smile is just right, because of happiness or because of an unforeseen song from many years ago.