believe that I did not listen.
They're there .. ... inert to exchange words about the days go by. Speaking of children
times changed ... .. mortgage payments ... The Upside of Anger. They support
looks sometimes .. .. support hands ... clothes ...
.. and forget.
forget about me ... this is always the same ... time spent in hardship and biting her lips colored straws ...
thieves moments of life and died there
expenditure in the same place .. .. for months now. They spend
words thinking that there is an echo ... this strange rumbling in my head ..
meaningless tones and stripped of hope.
say should be there.
Who knows ... who knows yet as to why .. I should be there.
is never anyone ...
my eyes look glazed deaf and savor a wait like yesterday ...
sometimes I wonder why .. but I can not find answers that give me peace ... nor an excerpt of a smile.
Playing and singing slow songs and remember ... often confused words dictated by a memory ... cold as the edge of my bed at night ...
.. when you cling to hope a new chair ... a new me.
Yet I treasure all my ..
priceless possession that no one will ever .. never go away.
The memories remain. Those who still mourns the disease and save. Those
frame ... to hang on these walls now have my drawings .. so weird and colorful madness ... this terribly fond of a bitter and lonely.
I put in the closets to hide in the future, the healthy part of the woman who was ..
disbelief in front of visits that do not come ... and with whom I spend Natali ..
shares with me warm bed of cotton forgetful.
forgetful.
Like me ...
I eat the same life day to rest my torment.
For Evelina Galeotti
..... love of my lady of Poggetti.
Fair loneliness of names .... wrong room .. cutlery and clothes.
....... thanks to you to smile when I lose myself in your bare words.
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