How Much Is My Signed Muhammed Boxing Glove Worth

those gestures unnecessary unusual

I fixed those papers .... I put them in an orange box.
Like the sun.
I put in the embrace of wood .. the shirt that smells of cut grass .. the sweets that leave the mouth and waited.

I started as a child. I took
card receipts .. .. .. those sheets something that gave meaning to the moments flown imprisoned .. .. time to give him power to love me .. .. to give me to settle the emotions.
It happened that at times .. in the pub or the local live music .. I sat around tables of yellow paper ..
engaging, in a seduction me inexplicable and impossible to manage ...
It happened that sometimes if you were busy .. or .. no paper ... I could stand the waiting any coaster coaster ... who loves me the desire to stop.

I know enough. I could. At any time.

never Sometimes .. sometimes ... sometimes while constantly listening to stability ... ... .. kiss ... I felt I was close or in the arms of someone.

Stop. Now. Now. So.

Any type of ink used to dress me a piece of space undefined and empty .. the fact of falling drops of wine, laughing abducted and interrogated ... .. looks lost and missing faces.

I stopped. Fermo. I'll give you mine.

happens that the need to make a living sensibly .. sometimes beyond rationality so maddening and unjustified.
But it happens. And I'm a slave.

enough .. so .. I have in hand just a fragment of that time ... give me a detailed set of color tried to head ... and savor life as a thief whenever I want.

paginates system .. .. I position, and I give light to the love you gave me.
Why do not know if more soul trembles to see him above your head .. me .. that system elsewhere.