Holes blacks Precarious
is all I have is all I know the virus is invisible
dell'inafferrabile sweet taste that is hidden when you look
the thrill in his leg when he hears his voice muffled
The unexpected violence
its beauty
their sorrow
feel gratified by the banality
feel humiliated by the truth
their pain
its systematic
his immortality
fall into the trap of believing
freedom to live with discontinuity
convinced to survive
mercilessly
want his hands tied
delicate wrists bloody torture
heaviness of a fall in May
no emotion no feeling predominant characteristic
the certainty of not having worn
The limits of an alleged health?
The comfort of the vitality I begin to laugh.
I envy your hair and the length of my neglect.
Greetings hands in his pockets and the circle to see how you are.
All your features are not smiling while your mouth is turned off. You approach
shy and hugged me and a slight silence.
I'll take off early from scrapes, starting curious to ask. After a few trivial updates
fatigue is felt, as always, you talk a lot and I think.
But luckily you can make me remember who you were.
Foreign tourists who stay with us when you can, match the improvisation that you will do in June in a provincial theater, your new friends multiracial, the natural spa, the university parties, the rave where then finish as the sole caregiver ...
Your success in the selection as the Ryanair cabin crew and your flight in the near future.
And it's funny, because I still feel the need for an aircraft.
Your anxiety to leave and settle in Spain.
Your passion for travel, you want to take you to your destination a day in Australia.
How much vitality, much like going away from here.
almost enviable.
Then I realize, when the eyes do not shine anymore.
Among many people, no one really for you.
say you do not want relationships and you get angry when I watch the cars pass and smile.
But your tone is not very convincing, your face even less.
hug, whispering to continue so that you are strong and I admire you.
It almost moves you telling me how I was and remember the words that no one else had.
I continue to smile, but pleased. Now
such tenderness, such esteem, nothing more.
"Say hello to all .."
course.
I will.
The echo of truth Awakening, call it so, he knows a lot of euphemism, that some nights I should start a damn drugged te.Ma in my head I only have so many songs and so many images that give a respite to our pseudoimmaginarie battles. I was under the age at which an adolescent begins to wrap styles and transfer from parent to praise himself. The arguments were becoming typical of all of mine: the first successful attempts to gain time, to get away as possible from the room so great that too began to compress the air and the desire to take everything outside could offer. A brother, a bond, a model, always charming, with an unusual form of communication, made notes and poetry, between tears and laughter, monsters and teachers, long hair and boots, rags's and Backdoors. A manna from heaven, which must be recognized as such and so I would say it was. The enthusiasm of being over the top, the frenzy to begin working on their own, as a representative Music, offering everything in return for genuine surprise and approval. The first news, the initial agreement, the first complicity. The similarities in treble clef. It still occurs when the entire meal in a hurry, a new dish arrives, causing congestion. I still remember that picture on your desk, large, ready to be framed and hung, along with that funny guy with long hair and hands folded, as ridiculous as curioso.La description of an outdoor concert, rain Three or four balls persuaded to stay until the end, earning a chat and a beer. "This is someone who really understands us. " And I with that CD in hand, very puzzled as he wandered in his hands mocking the cover of the psychedelic family of puppets and licenses more stupid than me. I could not realize what to expect, that that would influence my way of seeing things, that voice, that strange music and lyrics would mark the border between the beautiful and sublime, between the useful and necessary, between the funny and the absurd, including the pleasant and exciting, including immersive and overwhelming. The discovery of a world of few where I was suspended for a cowardly lack of faith, tempted by the comfort and disturbed by the experience, clinging even the inevitability of the circumstances, however trying to do everything possible to follow these new ideals so that dragged me. The After. Manuel. The simplest and most comprehensive way to describe and write the illusion, mouth that spits contemptuously all his phlegm on society and surrendered without stimuli, the terror of predestination, the fatal disruption of its weather, coaches and wagons emotions. Last night, while waiting, I felt close to the memories of my time in this year, with the idea of \u200b\u200bher ever thought of a reverse.C 'we were all, with distrust neglected, curious and now more than ever difficult by surprise, in the midst of so many people screaming their, say, respectable and pungent last album, now mirrors of resignation and regret that so much mediocrity. think that I had lit a worthy initial violence, when it seemed to scream its irresolution, angry, ashamed of how to convey what keeps inside suppressed, those who do not forgive, who still feels unique and concrete. Her last cries to anticipate the lumbago? He had said from the beginning, in his arrogant and sarcastic thanks "Now everyone will be offended that we have forgotten teribbbilmente, but advanced age and the memory goes, Olal - Olal "when the weather was still useless and everyone was proud to be outraged. Unfortunately it is no longer a question of memory.
'll be forever , what you've been.
Congratulations to the party ... "... you're so useless and my dear sweet creature immobile" It was not bad wine, with registered trademark "Testosterone "... It was not bad the garden as a free zone, apart from our corner butt ... They were not bad food cold, packaged snacks and plastic cutlery ... It was not bad tobacco, in the absence of cigarettes ... was not hurt your arrival blindfolded surprise ... We were not too bad with a guitar and tambourine ... They were not bad my cd in the background ... was not bad at your face while listening to emotional ... was not bad at the landscape in the background ... I was not hurt when I ran to the bathroom ... and received all the attention ... was the perfect song for the cake ... and someone has noticed ... was not bad idea to go ... even to ask you too ... was not so bad for your answer ... What a strange day on May 10, a day of great courage. New, disturbing, exciting and valuable. Thank goodness there is evil. Thank goodness you can massacre. Thank goodness there Mello, who remembers the goatee. Thank goodness we are there. It was not bad almost nothing ... apart from your eyes to them.
Galatea Sun to fifteen centimeters. E 'fell to me, and my forearms were putting into place. Ready for the damn collision. But I believe. I've become really good at it. How to melt in a saturated solution. I have not heard of air travel and noisy ultrasonic. I stopped in front of the face, so close as to deny me the opportunity to move his head to see better. A sign, one of ... likely. Definitely. And I turn around to enjoy it beyond measure? I think one of the comic-melancholic verses of Dent. When the nauseating smell of a funeral is not lost. Persistence, as a ring on her finger. Just so little at times, with little sticks, heats and burns. A burn degree unknown but certainly higher than the damage to breathe is the best therapy against evil. Maybe I will just turn it off, like every time you approach the fire and my fire detectors begin to water everything. It is only black and smoke. Macchiato ash forever. not stop and do it again do not stop not stop the cramps scrapping extinguishers Inhale and Exhale
