What they have in common the jokes the laughs the shadows of the old ceiling of the vacuum noise of your bare feet on the floor, the lights always on the coffee that is written in the mirror on the salmon on toast the cloud of fog that comes out of the oven The meal includes hot and stripping of those wines combined heat cigarettes signs white costumes skin from the sun burning your skin from the sun burning your skin from the sun burning your skin from the sun burning your skin from the sun turned our fixed the beautiful Fixed all of which look like children.
What your books have in common dolphins from the pound a broom to brush for two batteries, the green carpet bedspread lighter your place the gate noise machine locks precarious chairs the mattress in the living room a calm sea the sea cold clear sea on the beaches dirty and our small island with an umbrella and the Valle d'Aosta free parking at the expense friends back games movies projects layoffs.
Everything is shared, it seems common but it is not at all.
