I will apologize, deeply.
I apologize first and foremost to Fabiana because I can not fill too much of his thoughts and his words, because like it or not go away for our own good.
I apologize to the guy who pretends to be a friend of mine and asked me to tell him how I am and I do not want to know and do not care.
I apologize to Daniel for not being physically present in his life.
I apologize for not having to Anna Ida range in recent days. Valerio
I apologize to for not doing so takes a liking to me and I did not fond of him. I apologize for doing away with Ruben.
I apologize to some 'of people tonight because I feel and why I would like to start over. My apologies also to Edward for giving him too much. Sorry that I offended people, silenced, humiliated and beaten with my outbursts.
This should not be just a blog to vent, I want it to be mainly a diary to remember, say, a public diary that I can live on a piece of my life in the open, objectively and without shelter from criticism and advice. So good to those who come to my words.
I was saying that all 'sti concerts this music being able to stay in the kitchen with the music loud serene with red wine and she said that I would live in Rome only for the music and it seems a good idea to go find out today travelers do not know if I go back to travel and see them again and nothing new. She begins to sweep the floor, thoughts and dust, I clean today tomorrow I go to university and that's fine. My roommates who now know exactly how I am and I seem to feel better and maybe it's just an illusion but last year at this time I thought someone who had only a precious cock. Fucking whatever, then precious. Then I remember the croissants, the expectations, the sweat, you go down to take the pizza and I'm really bad shit you had to go, then I remember the looks of disappointment, the post-it behind the door, I remember the sea, just landed in Palermo and then a bar of Isle of females with my mother and now who knows what will happen. First remember Julius, Henry and Charles, I remember a honey-colored dog, the vintage shop, I remember Todis and Cabernet, Ikea cabinets and tables.
I'm strange, but the dishes do not seem old, but older, ice cream Rome does not seem tasteless, maybe I'm pretty cool. I see better.
And today the professor asked me what the Santa Chiara, and I wanted to explain it to him but I was not good and he did not understand me well. Then I said, are children, children of color, curious and alert, children that make you pee in the fountain when you change the diaper. Children blacks. All blacks.
When I moved at all, when a parachute or a poem by Rimbaud made me cry.
And then, neighbors, these experiments on earth. We return to San Giovanni and she gives a flower to me and Francesca. We laugh, stagger without drinking, greet passers-by, we are curious, we want to ... We always want to.
Flowers mailed them in the letterbox of the neighbors with a note of welcome. Nothing more. Just a note and flowers.
No response. Silence.
Palahniuk says that the absence is the new presence. The silence is the new thing.
Invisibility is the new idea to become visible.
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